"FIND HIM!"
Wisingham's veins were bursting out, his breath short, an arrow deep in his chest as a doctor was trying to take it out to be able to heal it despite his constant nervous movements.
"FIND THE BASTARD BEHIND THIS AND BRING HIM TO ME!"
His plans were shattered. As he was proudly advancing his troops, ready to see despair and fear on his enemy's face, all he saw was a knight, surrounded by chaos and burning bodies that smiled with the evilest smile and pointed an arrow right towards him as if knowing exactly where he would appear.
The aim was so precise and the arrow so unpredictable but what was even more enraging, was the sight of his troops being shattered into pieces right in front of him, an unpredictable attack coming from behind.
He directed his spell towards the kid that shot him, wounding him in the elbow without killing him. His smile showed that he knew about the plan and could tell him who the mastermind behind this was.
After the poor doctor healed his wound with light magic, he went right to the dungeon where that knight was chained.
"I will make you speak, little bastard!"
This is a very short chapter because I'm exhausted.
Sorry for this shortie. Will make up to it next time.
Love you,
Ayorty
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Hero's Dead Brother
FantasyAfter living a life full of pain, Noah is given a new chance. He is reincarnated as the child that was supposed to be dead at birth, the protagonist's little brother from a fantasy novel he read before he died. He will learn magic and live a life...
