When he saw that, Donoghue laughed as he looked up at the sky. ‘Finally, I have got my revenge! Rama is gone; Darryl’s next.’
Donoghue was incredibly delighted and excited. He turned and bowed with fists together at Amastan. “Thank you for your help! Farewell!”
Then, he leaped to the sky and left. He disappeared from everyone’s vision very quickly.
The Wild Wolves Clan warriors locked their brows at the sight of him leaving, and they all looked annoyed.
‘How rude is this person? The Honorable Son just helped him, and he left with just a simple word of thanks?!’ they thought.
“Honorable Son, shall we go after him?” the leader of the Wild Wolves Clan asked Amastan.
Amastan looked closely in the direction Donoghue left. He thought it through carefully, then shook his head and said, “No need. He’s very powerful, so we must not make enemies with him. He might be useful to us in the future.”
“Yes, Sir!” the leader replied.
Then, he looked at Rama, who had lost his breath and was lying dead not far away. “This one–”
Not waiting for him to finish speaking, Amastan said coldly, “Chop off his head. Wait until we battle with the nine continents, then we shall hang it on the front-line warrior’s blade. Let the people from nine continents know that is how they will end up if they choose to go against the Raksasa Tribe.”
“Yes, Sir!” the warriors shouted.
Then, a few Wild Wolves Clan warriors chopped off Rama’s head and returned with Amastan to the Raksasa base camp.
Once they arrived at the base camp, a beautiful shadow stood at the entrance of the camp. Her smart and beautiful face looked worried. “Second Brother!”
It was Natalie Celtic.
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