Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 384

After Emmanuel emerged, only four people remained standing on the scene.

Magnus and Emmanuel locked eyes, and Magnus gradually revealed a

confident smile. “It seems that the two knights guarding Princess Claudette

must engage in a life–or–death duel tonight!”

Emmanuel remained silent, his eyes filled with determination.

He didn’t care if Magnus would harm Claudette, but he absolutely couldn’t

abandon her and escape alone.

A true Wolf Warrior from the Northern Region would never abandon a

comrade!

Except for one person.

That person was Casper. At that moment, he licked his lips. With a wicked

gaze, he walked step by step toward his former captain who was once the

leader of the Wolf Warrior Unit. He smiled ominously and said, “Captain

Emmanuel, it’s been three years, and your skills are still as legendary as ever.

But I never forgot what I said. In the final battle, I will defeat you! Now is the

moment!”

Both of them were exceptionally talented, and Casper had joined the

Northern Region a few months earlier than Emmanuel. If it weren’t for

Emmanuel, Casper would undoubtedly be the only successor to the veteran

commander captain of the Northern Territory.

In the end, the old commander chose to pass the torch to Emmanuel,

deputy captain. He was

leader!

accept it and was upset about it.

than watch Emmanuel

hand, Emmanuel’s expression turned cold

as he stared

what Casper’s intentions were, but he

his fallen comrades with his

are you glaring at me like that?

gaze can’t kill me!”

on him, Casper trembled slightly before

lot of energy fighting Mr.

pursued for such a long time. Your stamina must be

if I attack you barehanded,

expression changed, and he clenched his

this final battle, he would definitely defeat

title of the Northern Region Wolf

Emmanuel will

to Claudette, “Even if he can defeat the

he won’t be able

opponent is actually

lip, not responding

was an unequal battle. Emmanuel

she believed in her judgment. The man

in love

moment, Casper’s fingers turned into steel claws

resembling a

a hair–raising tearing sound, Emmanuel hurriedly retreated. He

kick up dirt

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skills are still as

rush to kill

his lifelong archenemy, someone who had suppressed

years. He wanted to savor the feeling of slowly

opponent.

gritted his teeth in pain, looking down at

streams of blood

the wound.

are a jackal of the