After Nessus appeared, the werewolves promptly raised their scimitars and cheered excitedly.
When Nessus lifted his left hand, the wolf riders quieted down.
Raising his head, he gazed icily at the military town and the humans hiding inside. “I didn't expect someone to know my name.”
Widening her eyes, Hepburn whispered to Nathan, “This weredog's hearing is so sensitive.”
Upon catching what she said, Nessus barked with a frigid expression, “Nathan, come out and speak to me!”
The town was silent.
Frowning, he raised his voice and mocked, “You have guts to challenge our Alpha Wolf, yet you don't have the courage to face me, Nathan?”
Bam!
The town gates were opened before Colin drove a roofless jeep out.
Nathan was standing in the vehicle.
When Nessus saw that, he rode forward on his gray wolf with two generals.
Soon, both sides met in the middle.
Upon studying Nathan's appearance, Nessus sneered, “You're Eurasia's God of War?”
Staring at Nessus coldly, Nathan spat, “It seems like Raytor didn't have the balls to face me personally and sent you here to die.”
“What insolence!”
“How dare you!”
The generals behind Nessus bared their teeth at Nathan and growled.
However, Nessus lifted his left hand, gesturing for his subordinates to calm down.
Then, he sneered, “Our Alpha Wolf said you're not worth his time, so he asked me to take your head instead. In fact, he had already prepared a victory banquet for me. Once I kill you, I'll head home and drink some good wine. To borrow a saying from you Eurasians, it'll be a 'celebration upon victory.”
Nathan replied plainly, “If you want to learn our culture, I'll be happy to teach you another saying right now, 'throwing a straw against the wind.' I'm too lazy to kill you because you're no match for me. Go back and tell Raytor this—either he perishes here, or he retreats to the mountains with the werewolf clan and never steps foot into the outside world again to cause trouble. Otherwise, the destruction of your entire clan will be at hand.”
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