Chapter 41

“Damn” Gritting his teeth, Nero swore as one of his men poured alcohol over his wound and others held him down.

“Everything okay, Captain?” Frowning, Eliot looked at Nero's pale expression and the cold sweat running down his face, and he couldn't help but worry.

“I'll be your Highness,” gritting his teeth, he said with difficulty.

“He will survive” Eliot pulled Ziad to a rock not so far from the scene of pain and suffering that Nero was acting out “If that fool hadn't put himself in front of me, he wouldn't be like this now” Thinking about how Nero put himself in front of him when the blue dragon attacked the sorcerers, he cannot help but be angry.

“If he hadn't protected you, it would be you there now.” Raising an eyebrow, Ziad looked at his friend with a meaningful look.

Currently, the small group was in a clearing hidden between two mountains.

After being attacked so harshly, Ziad and the others were not confident enough to transform into