Salute To The General

There were at least five hundred werewolves at the scene.

All of them were part of the elite werewolf warriors of Shadow Fang.

Eighteen out of the five hundred werewolves looked bigger and stronger than the rest. These were the infamous Eighteen Warriors of Shadow Fang.

The Eighteen Warriors looked like the devil themselves. They emitted a murderous aura as they stood in a row and stared at their prey coldly. It was as if the latter were lambs about to be slaughtered. "It's time to hunt!"

The voice of an elderly person rang out.

The Eighteen Warriors stepped aside and made way for their elder.

Then, a hunched-back elderly walked out of the pack with a cane carved with an ancient totem script in his hand.

Every werewolf treated him with respect. He was none other than Nuguri, a shaman of Shadow Fang. The Shamans were usually well respected in the tribe. Nuguri was just one level below Moab.

This time, he had personally led the Eighteen Warriors and five hundred elite werewolf warriors of Shadow Fang to assassinate Nathan. It showed how big of a threat the Shadow Fang viewed Nathan to be.

Not too far away, Morse, who was watching on in bewilderment, couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Who is this guy? It looks like the werewolves hold him in high regard."

Catherine was very knowledgeable as

the Duchess.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Nuguri. "I think he's a shaman. Rumors have it that his walking cane possesses great power. He must be ranked highly within the pack," Catherine said when she saw his weird outfit and his walking cane. A shaman!

Morse stared at the frail, hunched-back, old man in shock. I've always thought shamans were just a bunch of religious zealots. Who would have thought that they'd be so important?

were gossiping

Nuguri felt their presence.

what do we

hiding in the car?" His eyes glinted coldly as

words were meant for Catherine and the rest hiding in

not sit right

Crack!

opened the car door and alighted from

so, Ava appeared before him with a black

beside him respectfully and held the umbrella up

was dressed in traditional garb. He had a tall,

imposing aura as soon

werewolves of the pack suddenly had irregular heartbeats and became breathless. Nuguri frowned. What a

aura!

by

felt pressured

emerged victorious from all the

murderous and

him leading

hundred elite werewolf warriors

wasn't until then that he realized things

about to get real

Nathan checked out his

surroundings. The werewolves