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!

have no intention of making enemies, but if anyone goes after my master, they will stand against me. Even the Emperor in Kiyoto is no exception!” he

expression froze

Moonshade, you’ve

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

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

the Emperor, I will go to him and

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

“Retreat!”

retreat. It was more important to stay alive than go against the madman’s stubborn temper, or else he would

mountain. Even though they were the elite soldiers of the North, they would not want to

and

Caestus led his men away from the mountain, he pulled his phone out to make a

is on his way

the Forbidden

extravagant. Each building and pavilion, as well as every wall and brick,

beautiful lake was

man

in traditional clothes sat by the

he made screamed of elegance and nobility; his occasional glance at the lake was