‘If that traitor soron prince dare to shows himself now, I will kill him.’ Kwong Jiyong spat as he was checking at the injured Seungri. His amour has been sliced open across his chest and he was bleeding from the cut. Luckily the cut was not deep.

Seungri throw his eyes to look at the field. The fight was so brutal. There were many dead body on the ground. The dry field has turned muddy because the ground was covered in blood and the sight made him sick.

Everyone is exhausted because they have pushed their body to fight beyond their psychical limit. They had won this fight but he has lost a lot of men. Seungri was so grateful that Jiyong fight along with him. Otherwise he could not win this fight or he could be killed.

And that moment he saw a banner approaching. The image was blur and Seungri need to blink his eyes to get a better focus. He thought he was having delusion because of the exhaustion.

The messenger was riding a horse and was carrying Seunghyun’s banner, and he was riding straight to them.

Seungri push Jiyong’s hand and immed