Chapter 556: Death Guards

Watching the black-clad guard bite down on his own tongue and kill himself, Nash Johnston didn't spare him another glance. He kept running, dragging Jessie Ryder toward the back mountain. "Young master, tonight's going to be trouble," Tristan Wokey called from behind. "What do you mean?" Nash asked. Tristan's brows knitted. "That Mourinthia Tribe guy mentioned a Witch God. Have you ever heard of it?" Nash hadn't, of course. Tristan hurried on, voice low but urgent. "I won't hide it from you....