The knight of Barton Kingdom was dead!
Everyone in the bakery stared in shock at the lifeless knight, his neck a mangled mess of blood and flesh, his head hanging limply. Most of them held their breath, swallowing in disbelief.
In Ironblood City, no one dared touch anyone from Barton Kingdom, let alone a knight.
Even Barton Kingdom's ordinary citizens could bully others with impunity, as no one had the courage to oppose them. After all, Barton Kingdom's Sacred Battle Legion, a thousand-strong mage army, was stationed just outside Ironblood City.
At the slightest sign of trouble, the Sacred Battle Legion could march in and take control of the city.
"The Barton knight is dead! They… they won't let this go!" Lord of Ironblood, his face ashen and eyes red, clutched his head in terror, pacing in panic.
He knew that if the Sacred Battle Legion attacked, Ironblood City stood no chance of defense.
