Summon Of The Sword

Chapter 1700

The motorcade sped along as the horses galloped.

Shania poked her head out of the car window in concern and asked, "Uriah, do you think Mr. Lennon

and Mr. Young will..."

Shania had barely finished speaking when Uriah interrupted her, deeply upset

"Miss, there must be hundreds of them, and they must be armed. I'm afraid Mr. Lennon and Mr.

Young..."

Uriah's words left Shania dumbfounded. Then her beautiful eyes reddened slightly as huge drops of

tears spilled from her eyes.

She knew Uriah was right.

Sean, Zander, 10 city defense soldiers, and 5 personal guards only made up 17 men. However, they

were pursued by hundreds of men!

The difference in numbers was simply too great to make up for.

"Maybe... Maybe they're okay... Mr. Lennon is strong. He, Mr. Young, and the others will catch up with

us..." Shania said in tears.

Influenced by her, the expressions of the remaining members of the personal guards became

sorrowful.

Uriah let out a long sigh and said, "Miss, I'll admit Mr. Lennon is tough, but what could a tough guy donovelbin

with a group of enemies a dozen times more than himself?"

Hearing Uriah's words, Shania became upset.

Uriah looked over his shoulder at where he had come from before saying in resignation, "Ms. Lewis,

Mr. Lennon, and Mr. Young sacrificed protecting us. They'll live on in our hearts. We will never forget

them!"

"Yeah, we'll never forget them!" Shania nodded heavily as she cried.

***

In the woods, several stray mercenaries knelt on the ground.

They had been disarmed of their weapons and equipment.

Ten city defense soldiers, five personal guards, Sean, and Zander were in front of them.

"You only caught these alive?" Sean frowned.

Zander instantly lowered his head in shame when he heard Sean's words.

"I'm sorry, Commander. There are so many trees in the woods that it's hard for the horses to catch up

with them. Many people got off their horses and scattered in the mountains, so we didn't catch too

many..."

"No need to explain," Sean nodded and strode over to the captives.

Looking at the captive on the far left of the row, Sean asked with a straight face, "Who are you? Why

ambush us?"

Hearing Sean's question, the mercenary sneered, threw his head back, and said, "I'd rather die than

tell you!"

Sean waved his hand without saying anything else.

Zander immediately strode over and pulled the slender and slightly curved saber from around his waist.

"Wait, you can't kill me. I know..." The mercenary panicked.

He did not expect Sean to strike without a word. He planned to talk tough and find a way out!

There was a swoosh.

Zander's saber returned to its sheath, and a bloody head rumbled to the ground and rolled down the

slope.

Sean looked to the second captive and asked, "Answer the question..."

"What... What's the question? I wasn't paying attention. Could you repeat it?" The captive asked

cautiously.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another flick of the blade, and his head fell to the ground.