Chapter 509: 511: Bug Protocol

The stag Damon rode was aggressive, just as expected from a beast trained in the Moonglades - bred for elite units that rode into battle without hesitation. The assassins sent to kill him had been riding this beast and had chased him without fear or rest.

Naturally, they didn't shy away from war. Damon raised his hand - and brought his sword down.

A wave of sword energy, channeled through his mana, ripped through the air. It slashed clean through an orc, cutting him in half.