Salute To The General

The news that Nathan had killed Nessus, the War God of the werewolf clan, and his wolf riders quickly spread far and wide.

The local wandering warriors association and bounty hunters association, who had been sitting on their hands all the while, were shocked to hear the news.

Many people quickly realized that Nathan was strong enough to kill the Alpha Wolf.

Thus, many bounty hunters and wandering warriors promptly stepped up to offer help.

These people led dangerous lives. They wanted to wipe out the dark clan and receive the reward from the Curia to ensure their survival.

Like wild dogs in the wilderness, they had a sharp sense of smell.

Upon learning of the opportunity to exploit the situation, they promptly threw their support behind Nathan by offering him assistance. Their objective was to attack the Alpha Wolf and massacre the werewolves together with Nathan in order to claim the rewards offered by the Curia and neighboring nations.

Individuals from various factions arrived at the town to provide aid.

In just one day, dozens of teams with a total of over two thousand men pledged alliance to Nathan temporarily, hoping to join him in defeating the werewolf clan.

Nathan was rather surprised at their enthusiasm.

However, getting more help was a good thing.

With the support of the bounty hunters and Hepburn's subordinates from the Curia, there were over three thousand warriors in the town.

Nathan could benefit from the expertise of experienced warriors in combat.

Never in Raytor's wildest dream did he know that his plan to have Nessus attack Nathan would backfire and actually end up aiding Nathan. Fury tore through Raytor when he learned that the bounty hunters nearby had flocked to Nathan.

The following day, he gave an order.

He ordered his subordinates from the four cities to come to him, leaving only a small number behind to guard the cities.

His plan was to gather the entire werewolf clan to defeat Nathan's disorderly army.

The werewolf clan was swift and decisive.

In just half a day, the werewolves from the neighboring four cities arrived at Feston to meet up with Raytor.

The high priest of the werewolf clan, the chiefs, the nine War Gods, and hundreds of warriors were all present.

The fifty thousand elite warriors of the werewolf clan were also there.

Raytor had assembled a formidable force of warriors in record time.

He then led the fifty thousand werewolf warriors and marched straight to the military town where Nathan was stationed.

The evening sky lit up with a fiery

hue as the sun descended beneath

the horizon. The sky was a breathtaking spectacle of reds and oranges as the colors of twilight

blended in perfect harmony.

After receiving the news ahead of time, Nathan, Hepburn, and the rest of the town were ready to face their enemy.

Their enemy was unbelievably

strong, so they sealed up the gates

with stones and fortified the

defensive wall. Thousands of human warriors hid inside the town behind the defensive wall to prevent getting attacked by the werewolf warriors directly.

The firearms and explosives stored in the town's warehouse were relocated and positioned in the center of the town square for communal use.

The only armed helicopter in town and the dozens of armored cars were ready and prepared to go.

Everyone in the town got busy preparing for the upcoming battle.

However, Nathan was calmly playing international chess with Hepburn.

Hepburn was a skilled player, but she kept glancing in the distance worriedly. Obviously, her focus wasn't on the game.

Nathan flashed a smile and made a move. "Checkmate!"

Hepburn conceded defeat by

haphazardly scattering the chess pieces on the board. "Mr. Cross, I

surrender Raytor, the Alpha Wolset

and his pack of werewolves will soon be here, and we must make our way to the frontlines as soon as possible," she declared.

Nathan rose to his feet. "Sure!"

They headed to the top of the defensive wall, flanked by their trusted aides.

Before them, the sand blew like a thunderous wave reverberating in the air.

Countless werewolves emerged and surrounded the town.

Colin wore a grim expression, which was rarely seen on him. "They are here," he declared in a deep voice.