The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 427

It was difficult to defeat a Warzone Master.

It was even more difficult to kill a Warzone Master.

Apprehending a Warzone Master alive was almost impossible.

However, Andrius did it.

“Listen up!” Andrius seized Caestus by the neck as he looked at the soldiers, “All soldiers are to leave the mountain in five minutes, or else…”

His deep eyes glinted coldly as killing intent overflowed from his gaze.

The soldiers were shocked and instinctively stepped back.

“Andrius Moonshade! Think this through! Are you really going against the Emperor?!”

Caestus was embarrassed for falling hostage to Andrius. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out a way out of the restraint.

“Hahaha!” Andrius laughed so loudly that even the birds in the forest were startled.

“It is not I who goes against the Emperor! It is the Emperor who cannot give me an explanation and went after my master! He is putting me in a difficult situation!

can shed all my blood for the country and fight any intruders. I have no intention of making enemies, but if anyone goes after my

was deterred. His expression froze for a

Moonshade, you’ve lost

glint coldly, making him intimidating. Caestus, I applaud your effort defending the North for many years, so

either take your soldiers away and leave Mount Dragon Tiger, or my Lycantroops will arrive. bringing nothing but destruction.

for the Emperor, I will go to him and demand an

intents were sandwiched in between the lines, and it frightened Caestus. Andrius was serious. Caestus was certain that if he disagreed

“Retreat!”

was more important to stay alive than go

relief as they retreated from the mountain. Even though they were the elite soldiers of the North, they

grunted and

from the mountain, he pulled

Moonshade is on his way to

Forbidden Palace,

extravagant. Each building and pavilion, as well as every wall and brick, was designed to match a traditional architectural

with meticulous and realistic fake mountains. The beautiful lake was kissed by the gentle wind, making it

man

clothes sat by

nobility; his occasional glance at the lake was filled with an authoritative