Salute To The General

Chapter 3162



"Alpha Wolf is here!" someone yelled suddenly.

Immediately, all the werewolves became rigid. The humans responsible for serving them were startled and jolted in surprise. Their expressions of contempt dissipated as they lowered their heads in fear, anticipating the arrival of the Alpha Wolf, Raytor.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Accompanied by the high priest Steen, Raytor sauntered into the hall, flanked by his trusted aides.

Raytor's face lit up with satisfaction as he glanced at the lavishly decorated celebration party, complete with drinks and delicious food.

He then regarded his subordinates, who usually wore simple jeans and tank tops.

Today, they were clad in form-fitting suits after learning from both human and vampire aristocrats how to dress for the occasion.

A smile nudged Raytor's lips as he told Steen, "Now I know why the vampires love calling themselves aristocrats and holding parties all day. They sure do know how to enjoy themselves."

Steen smiled politely at him. "When the dark clan rises, and vampires and werewolves become the new rulers of the world, we will all be aristocrats, just like the vampires."

He then cast a disdainful glance at the human servants, who were trembling with their heads bowed. With a cruel smirk, he uttered, "Humans shall forever be the most inferior species and shall be our slaves for generations to come."

They had been lurking in the darkness and confined to cramped quarters for a while. Toppling the human race and ruling the world was their ultimate ambition.

It was only natural for them to feel ecstatic, as the opportunity was right in front of their eyes. The time had finally arrived for them to turn the tables. Even Raytor couldn't help but anticipate the future.

The humans at the scene paled in horror. Despair rose in their hearts as they wondered when their suffering would end.

Beaming, Raytor took the main seat in the hall.

As he surveyed the scene, he suddenly realized that Nessus, one of the ten War Gods and the star of the show, had not yet returned.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Based on the time, Nessus ought to have returned by now. Raytor turned to Steen and inquired, "Lord Steen, why hasn't Nessus returned yet? Has any good news arrived from the frontline?"

Steen was about to reply in the negative when a frantic voice sounded outside. "Urgent news!"

News from the frontline had arrived.

Raytor and the others sat up straight, eagerly awaiting the good news.

However, as the high priest of the werewolf clan, Steen was much more sensitive than other werewolves.

Upon hearing the messenger's anxious voice, he immediately sensed that something was amiss.

If it were good news, the messenger would sound elated.

The werewolf warrior who rushed in to deliver the news was walking hastily and sounded frantic. His eyes were filled with anxiety and fear, suggesting that he was not bearing good news.

Steen's expression turned grim as worry flashed across his eyes.

Raytor didn't think that much and asked casually, "Did Nessus send news from the frontline? What is it?"

The werewolf warrior fell to his

knees in fright. In a trembling voice, he reported, "Alpha Wolf, I'm here to deliver the latest update. Nessus led an army of his elite aides and thousand wolf riders to battle Nathan. Though he fought bravely, Nessus perished from exhaustion in the end."

What?

Raytor and the other werewolves blanched in shock upon hearing the news.

Boom!

Raytor pounded the table in front of him, crushing it into pieces. A wave of fury crashed through him as he rose to his feet and roared, "That's impossible! You are lying. Nessus is exceptionally strong. How could he have died from exhaustion while fighting against Nathan?

The werewolf warrior lowered his head to the ground and replied tremulously, Alpha Wolf, I speak the truth. Nessus has perished, along with his subordinates. Most of the wolf riders were also slain, with only a few managing to escape unharmed. If you don't believe me, you can talk to those wolf riders who survived and made it out alive."

Trembling with rage, Raytor lifted his head and hollered, "Nathan Cross, I swear I'll take your life!"