Lord Protector Novel

The Hunt village was surrounded by mountains in all directions.

Hence, before six in the evening, the village was already engulfed in darkness.

By then, the villagers had all gone to bed.

All was silent and dark except for Alfred's house, where the lights were still on.

Both Alfred and Zeke were having a drink while Alfred's granddaughter, Jeannie, sat next to them and looked admiringly at Zeke.

In her heart, she made a vow.

When I grow up, I want to practice martial arts and work for the River God.

A while later, Zeke looked at the time and said, “It's about time to start.”

Alfred agreed, “Yes, let's begin.”

The two men walked into the courtyard.

Jeannie wanted to follow them, but Alfred told her off, so she had to return to the house and go to bed.

In the courtyard, Old Skeleton was tied up and was still unconscious.

Alfred gave him a kick, and he woke up almost instantly.

The moment his eyes opened, he started shouting, “You despicable Sun Walker! If you dare, release me and fight me one-on-one! Just because you have the whole village here on your side, it doesn't mean anything if you don't have the guts to fight me fair and square! Hmph! You'd better not let the Netherworld know that I have been captured by you. If not, a huge army will come after you!”

His words pissed Alfred off, and the latter sent another kick at Old Skeleton. “You b*stard! If you utter another word, I will execute you right now!”

Zeke stopped Alfred. “Forget it! Let him do whatever he wants.”

They still needed Old Skeleton to lure the warriors from the Netherworld.

If he did not make a din, there was no way their enemies would come.

Alfred grabbed hold of Old Skeleton, leaped onto a very tall tree, and tied him to the top of the tree.

Old Skeleton's incessant cursing had even caused all the dogs in the village to bark wildly.

All the noises spread far and wide.

Zeke and Alfred staked out on the rooftop.

The cold wind was howling and chilled one to the bones.

However, none of the two men felt any discomfort.

As King Class warriors themselves, the energy within them was more than enough to withstand the biting cold.

On the other hand, Old Skeleton was suffering.

Now that he had become disabled, his body was in poor condition.

Exposed to the chilly wind, he shivered and cursed non-stop.

Around an hour later, Alfred suddenly said in a hushed voice, “Mr. Williams, there is movement on the west side.'

Zeke looked toward that direction, but it was dead quiet.

Nothing looked amiss.

However, upon careful observation, he could detect a ghostly figure moving fast in the dark.