Chapter 268: We Won
In Heroic Spirit Palace, two men covered in wounds supported one another and limped forward.
The man on the left sported a butch cut and had a round face. He dragged a hideous black pike along with him. The man on the right looked pale and held a white-hilted machete.
Both men had gloomy expressions, as though they could not get rid of the grief in their hearts.
Hurried footsteps echoed in front of them in the corridor.
Ten something fighters of Black Sand Region appeared before the two men's eyes. They were ferocious, and their movements were sharp.
The man on the right accidentally jolted the wound in his left shoulder. He groaned in pain.
Nicholas paid no heed at all to the enemies who appeared suddenly. He shot a glance at the black pike and said to Mirk who was also at death's door, "By the way, the young prince once privately asked me: Do you detest His Majesty… After he…"
Mirk dragged his badly injured thigh behind him. He felt as if