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!

Moonshade, 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 master, they will

deterred. His expression froze

you’ve

did not! I am thinking clearly!” Andrius‘ eyes continued to glint coldly, making him intimidating. Caestus, I applaud your effort defending the North for many years, so I am giving

Tiger, or my Lycantroops will arrive. bringing nothing but destruction. Don’t blame me for not holding

for the Emperor, I will go

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

“Retreat!”

to stay alive than

sigh of relief as they retreated from the mountain. Even though they were the elite soldiers of the North, they would not want to go against the

and released

mountain, he pulled his phone out to make

Moonshade is on

the Forbidden Palace,

palace was grand and extravagant. Each building and pavilion, as well as every

were also beautiful lakes decorated with meticulous and realistic fake mountains. The beautiful lake was kissed

man

in traditional clothes

of elegance and nobility; his occasional glance