Chapter 80: A Ghost from the Past

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

More urgently, he carried a chain whip in his left hand. It was divided into nine sections, including a hilt and a sharpened dart at the tip. Such a whip was considered a “soft” or flexible weapon and was difficult to wield. Temujin and the other child slaves had had many traumatic encounters with it.

“Oh, you made some friends. How cute!” Ganzorig s