Chapter 276: Sick Game!

For an army, nothing mattered more than morale. And what Allan Dalton had done moments ago had crushed the spirit of several thousand armored soldiers into dust. They trembled in fear. Their courage collapsed in an instant, utterly broken. All they could do was scatter and run. They fled like panicked animals, stumbling over one another in disgrace. The sight stunned everyone. It was unbelievable. He had killed Ryder Fouldes, the Sylvan Marches' governor-general, right then and there, and with...