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Helial came out of the tent and saw the black armour nearby. He reached him quickly and joined him, continuing to walk, one next to the other.

Pseudonym showed no sign of stopping or turning his head towards the boy.

”Before entering there,” said Helial, pointing to the command tent for the army from the Fourth to the Sixth Phase, ”I would like to know if you are on my side.”

Behind them were all the other bigwigs of the new generation, from Francesca to Lumia, who looked at the Witch of Orma as if she were about to tear her to pieces at any moment.

The two silhouettes, the imposing one of Pseudonym and the slender one of Helial, led the group through a crowd of diffident looks.

A Goblin, just out of his tent, saw the group of young people and was amazed at their presence in that part of the camp. ”What are the brats doing here? Shouldn't they think about their battle?” he said, adjusting the armour that covered his torso, shaking it to arrange it as comfortably as possible.

”It seems that they have decided to come and ask for help,” laughed another, who was coming out from the same tent.

”They must have lost so many men who no longer know what to do. It seems that the boy and the monster are here to ask for help”, said the first soldier, shaking his head. ”They don't know the rules though, we can't help it.”

Vlad and Snowflake were lost. They looked around, passing their gaze over several distressed-faced Goblins. They wondered what would happen to the camp shortly thereafter.

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After several seconds of silence, Pseudonym finally grunted, nodding in response to Helial. The young Human smiled, satisfied. He didn't need anything else to know that the Champion would follow him during his next battles.

Suddenly, a goblin of enormous size, almost a giant, stood in front of Helial, eyeing him and Pseudonym from head to toe. He was the guard standing in front of the tent for the Generals from the Fourth to the Sixth Phase.

”Go back playing with the little monsters in the Third Phase, this isn't your camp. There are rules to follow,” said the Goblin unfriendly.

”Killing is definitely wrong,” Helial brooded aloud, ”and moreover, if there wasn't a Mana Oath stopping me, it would be instructive to upset common morality and give an example of an idiot who can't stand in his place.”

The giant looked with wide eyes at the gnat in front of him, while his brain tried to process Helial's words.

”What did you say?!” roaring, he raised a huge sword twice the size of Helial and lowered it onto him.

Killing the King's disciple would certainly not have been an unpunished crime, but the Goblin was confident that this gnat, being below Immortality, would have been brought back to life within twenty-four hours.

That brat definitely needed a lesson.

Helial squinted so as not to be blinded by the sun as the huge weapon descended on him.

No one was around had the time to react.

Circe and Lumia widened their eyes, but all the Goblin soldiers watched the scene amused, wondering how many pieces the disciple King would be reduced to.

Circe began to stare at the giant with her arms crossed under her prosperous breast. She impressed the man's face in her mind, ready to have him killed by a member of the Guild of Life and Death as soon as possible.

The only sound that was heard at the time was Snowflake's shocked exclamation: ”Shit.”

Some attendants had covered their eyes with their fingers to avoid witnessing the hideous carnage that was about to be consumed. But, hearing nothing, they widened their fingers slightly.

Clang.

Pseudonym's black steel gauntlet blocked the huge sword, while the residual force had created a gust of wind that had blown away many of the people around.

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