Kant’s new threat
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Asage's upper body was bound by a hemp rope, leaving only his two feet free for walking.
At the same time, 41 light infantrymen in chain mail walked over. Everyone put their hands on the hilt of the Germanic sword at their waists and looked at the Jackalan with an unfriendly expression. It was as if they could draw their swords to slash at it in the next second.
This made Asage lowered his head obediently as he was tied up, staying as a captive of Kant.
He only looked into the distance with a wronged expression.
This saline-alkaline land that was formed by the drying of the saltwater lake no longer belonged to him.
Asage's heart was filled with sorrow and despair. Tears welled up in his wolf eyes because he now understood that even he, a high-level Jackalan that was ought to be treated with dignity, had become a captive. He no longer had any freedom.
There were not many opportunities left for it to grieve in its heart.