“My king, we present to you. The traitor general.”Kerruf says, full of pride, while raising his head as he moves with his steed in front of the carriage where the royal was.Behind him were several soldiers, dragging Asron.They chained the drogan warrior’s leg, body, and arms. A metallic platform held his neck and hands, restraining him.His face swelled, bruised, and still bleeding from all the hits he had taken a while ago. As the troops wanted to ensure that they weakened him enough.Duseous peeked from the curtains, and upon seeing that they beat the warrior up, he could get out with a smug smile on him.Asron could barely stand. They forced his knees to bend down, causing him to stumble on the ground.“He doesn’t look much like a hero now.”<
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