Chapter 416

Third Person’s POV

His heart swelled with fervor. Lance, the commander who had reclaimed the southern border, had long been recalled to the capital.

His

presence here now could only mean one thing–he had come to rescue Stokes.

Lance had also spotted them. In the darkness, he could only see pairs of eyes.

One individual’s gaze was th excitement, nearly brimming with tears.

A spark of doubt flickered in Lance’s mind as he inched closer.

Eugene removed his black mask, revealing his true face.

Though he and Lance had never fought side by side, they were no strangers to each other.

Eugene had anticipated that Lance would recognize him and flashed a grin.

However, Lance stared at the weathered, dirt–smeared face before him, certain that he had never laid eyes on this man before.

Yet, seeing the man’s grin, so broad it seemed on the verge of tears, a sudden thought struck Lance–could this be……

He clenched his fist, raised it high above his head, and repeated the motion three times.

This was the signature gesture of the werewolf warriors from Alpha Bentley’s legion.

Before every battle, the warriors of Alpha Bentley’s legion would perform this gesture, followed by three thunderous chants of “Victory!”

individuals, upon witnessing this, were moved to tears and mirrored the gesture, raising their

burst into chants of “Victory!” but restrained themselves at

felt a surge of warmth and his heart quickened. He silently formed the words with

in

Lance was stunned.

Eugene. But if this

as Eugene and his group were evily on a

further inquiry. Klein had already signaled for

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Chapter 416

“You stay here and create

vigorously, his eyes glistening with emotion–having

like arrows released

such thing as a perfect

as day, it was still possible to discern any movement of objects

of hundreds, no matter how fast they were or how nimble their skills, they would eventually have to stand in front of the cottage and break down

dungeon, it would be

plan was: Klein and Caldwell would engage the guards,

over to Tommy outside and then return to assist Klein and

his group, the force to distract the guards was even

toward the cottage door like a cannonball, his cedar pheromones flaring

iron door was as solid as a steel wall, impossible to budge with ordinary means. But

emerging, knuckles cracking, five gleaming wolf claws piercing the

claws. Each slash

like fireworks, the thick iron plate being torn

strikes, a twisted crevice appeared in the iron door. He raised his wolf–transformed hind leg and kicked with

the door slab crashing into the wall and sending a shower of dust into the

narrowed into sharp slits in the dim

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