Chapter 848

Joseph stood by Liam, an aura of menace about him, his eyes glinting with a frosty edge. "How dare you! Cirold, in the presence of the Commander-in-chief of Pendragon, not show some respect?"

No sooner had he spoken than a fearsome intent to kill burst forth from Joseph and Albert, soaring skyward, all of it bearing down on Cirold.

With a thud, he felt the weight of their wrath.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Cirold bent over in a deep bow, overwhelmed by the towering aura of menace radiating from Joseph and Albert. He stood no chance against such an intimidating force.

As Cirold lowered his head, his henchmen, who had been standing tall behind him, then dropped their weapons and followed suit, bowing their heads and shaking like leaves.

Those guys were mostly small-time thugs, unaccustomed to the big leagues. While some were fearless to a fault, they were then facing not just any army but the legendary Pendragon Warriors!

Next to the Stormwing Riders, they were just