Seeing Isaac in this state, Harry felt awful.
This was his leader, the lord of the Temple of Drakon, who never so much as frowned at the dangers on the battlefield, now, he was being kept in this dirty place like livestock.
Instead, Isaac said coldly, "Are the generals crazy? The Dusk Soldiers are no match for even the smallest pawns in the Everest Sect. Are they coming here to kill themselves? Tell them that I order them to stop at once!"
Isaac knew that the Dusk Soldiers were the foundation of the Temple of Drakon. The 180,000 Dusk Soldiers were the first line of defense for the nine states of Cynea.
"Sir, stop talking. You're too weak. Plus, the Temple of Drakon is working with the House of Custos this time, so you can just wait for them without worrying." Harry raised the skin at one of the critical tendons and stuck the needle in.
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