Lord Protector Novel

Zeke didn't know what the other party's trump card was.

“Well then, reveal your trump card,” he said with a smile.

The Northern King removed a Spirit Stone from his pocket and crushed it into pieces. “Sir, I'm in trouble now. Please help me out!”

The Spirit Stone in Alfred's pocket shook violently. At the same time, he could feel a stream of consciousness emanating out of the stone.

Alfred realized that the stream of consciousness was actually a plea for help.

He smiled in response. “It's time for me to take action. We're going to be enemies now. Do go easy on me, guys.”

Tyler chuckled. “Alfred, do you still remember the promise we made?”

“Of course I do. I'm going to represent the Northern King while you represent the Great Marshal. We're going to engage in a head-to-head fight.”

“Yes. Remember, the loser has to become the winner's apprentice,” Tyler reminded him.

“Deal.”

Then, with a leap, Alfred rose to over a hundred meters high and landed right beside the Northern King.

A gigantic crater appeared where he landed as the ground shook violently.

The Northern King was startled by Alfred's sudden appearance.

Damn! What was that? It fell down so fast like a meteorite!

Upon realizing that it was his trump card, the Northern King was pleasantly surprised.

He was pleased with the capabilities that Alfred had just showcased to everyone present.

However, he was still surprised that it had only taken Alfred seconds to come to his aid, especially since he had just crushed the Spirit Stone mere moments ago.

Does he just live around here?

The Northern King noticed that Alfred had actually dashed out from Centuria's camp.

Could he be one of them? No. That's impossible. I'm overthinking this.

It was impossible that a Camp Master warrior would submit himself to Centuria.

Everyone from the Northern King's base eyed Alfred curiously.

They couldn't help but wonder if he was the warrior the Northern King had invited in exchange for an exorbitant amount of their ration.

They had to admit that Alfred seemed quite formidable when he showed his power moments ago.

However, they didn't know how strong he was compared to Zeke.

Meanwhile, Zeke's people cast dumbfounded looks at Alfred.

What are you doing, Alfred? Why are you suddenly on the enemy's side? Are we going to fight him now?

Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets the next moment.

To their bewilderment, the Northern King suddenly knelt before Alfred. “Greetings, Sir.”

Seeing that their leader had gone down on his knees, the members of Legion also knelt before Alfred. “Greetings, Sir.”

Alfred's rosy cheeks radiated vigor as he stood pridefully before them.

Ah, to be revered and admired. The Northern King doesn't even yield to Zeke and has led armies to attack him. Oh, look at him now, meekly groveling at my feet.

Everyone in Zeke's camp, including Zeke, was flabbergasted at the turn of the event.