In Anman's eyes, the head of the Fogged Saint Multi-Headed Dragon loomed larger and larger. He saw the monster open its enormous mouth, the fog swirling around the gaping maw, each sharp tooth clearly visible, drawing closer. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in panic and scream frantically, "Let go of me, are you crazy!"
"Tsk tsk, even a dignified priest of the Flame Temple would fear madness?" Brand wrapped his arms around Anman's waist, charging forward with him, baring his white teeth in a cold sneer.
"Brand!" Veronica turned her head to see the young man from Erune charging towards the Saint Multi-Headed Dragon with Anman in his arms, her eyes narrowing instantly. She immediately shouted, "Let go of him, what are you doing!" She couldn't believe Brand dared to kill Anman. Although she didn't necessarily hold Anman in high regard, a priest of the Flame Temple dying here—and her being the witness—
That would complicate matters.
Moreover—
