"Sir Pendragon's proud followers…?"
The imperial commander's lips twitched after he heard Berucha's answer. He vaguely recalled hearing such a name before.
Wasn't that the name of Duke Zaahir's hired candidate? Didn't this person arrive at the imperial capital just a few days ago? How did he get such a group of martial fanatics to become his diehard followers?
What was going on?
There had been so many problems within the imperial capital in the past few days that he had not paid much attention to the Black Mountain.
However, seeing how even the old monsters left the Black Mountain for this 'Pendragon,' something significant must have happened there.
Nevertheless, the imperial commander in charge of the defensive line didn't ponder for long before the rumbling footsteps of imperial reinforcements arrived.