Trials Of Eighths
Elder Ruso fainted on the spot upon being subjected to the fearsome guardian beast. With bubbles around his mouth, his eyes rolled up. One mere hiss from the gigantic black serpent that almost covered half of the assembly area, Elder Ruso’s last thoughts before he lost consciousness was his life flashing before him.

On the other hand, Elder Minron became pale but he did not lose consciousness in front of the jaws of death. Closing his eyes, he felt the hot breath and smelled the stench of blood and gore from the Black Serpent’s mouth.

Clenching his fists, Elder Minron opened his eyes—though he dared not look into the Black Serpent’s eyes. “Lo-Lord Black S-Serpent, I am your loyal subject, Minron. Please listen to our humble request.”

The gigantic snake slithered its way toward Elder Minron. The closer it got to the elder, the paler the old man had become. He had to hide his trembling fists under his garbs.

Elder Minron immediately knelt, his head touching the wooden floor. “The Tri
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I was geniunely laughing while writing the first half of this chapter. Minron cracks me up LOL!

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