Somewhere in the south, far away from the city of Eden…
"To think a high-ranking chieftain would personally meet me. What an honor," the Commander of the Blue Wolves of the Aurelion Empire, Evander Raithe, said with a smile. "Since you're here, I believe you're serious about betraying your people?"
"I'm not betraying my people," Hagen replied. "I just wish for someone who wasn't born in the Borderlands to drop dead."
"Ah, yes." Evander nodded. "The candidate supposed to be the Barbarian King after this war is over. So, you want to kill him using a borrowed knife. But why should we listen to you?"
"His death will prevent the tribes from uniting," Hagen answered without hesitation. "You wouldn't want to face a united barbarian army, would you?"
