Chapter 74 Some Motivation

He fell limply from the sky and landed hard on the ground, quickly passing out or something like that. He couldn't move neither could he open his eyes, but he could hear everything going on around him. 

What kind of thing could make him feel like this? All he knew was that once he could move, he was going to unleash hell on them.

Real hell.

"Take him to the dungeons and tie him in silver chains. Thick ones doused in emrites. If we have their redeemer, those creatures are hopeless against us." 

A voice which was annoying to his ears up to the extent that he felt like pulling at his ears screeched.

"The curse is proving to he difficult to get a hold of. She made the soldiers fight and kill themselves. Slowly, she's influencing the minds of the sorcerers." A male voice which sounded out of breath said.

"She hasn't changed even a bit. It's high time I pay her a visit." The witch's voice said.