Chapter 142
Lord dyrotth, dark haired man with a very tall stature, smiled as he saw his soldiers...these were the people that worshipped him, the people that acknowledged his power, the people he had conquered. He fitted his robe and landed calmly at the entrance of the battlefield. The king's guards finally reached their destination and caught up to lord dyrotth. This time they didn't bow so justin got a good look of Lord dyrotth. Dashing...that was the one word that described him perfectly. He was like he men in those billionaire romance novels, the incarnation of every woman's dreams. The shadows about him only gave him a more mysterious look. His eyes were darkly shaded like he hadn't seen the light of days for years. "Careful now...don't stare too much, he doesn't like that" one of the K
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