Salute To The General

A few werewolves dashed forward in Nikola's direction.

He let out a cold snicker. His right hand reached for the corner of his cloak and waved it casually.

The cloak somehow formed a shield, sending gushes of strong wind in the werewolves' direction.

The werewolves were sent hurling in a projectile.

Nikola sniggered. "Weredogs will be weredogs. Your filthy race has nothing on vampires."

The werewolves were vexed by his remarks, and a number of powerful fighters were about to teach the insolent vampire a lesson. However, Moab's voice rang right then.

"How dare a mere baron of the vampires tries to stir trouble in my turf?"

Though Moab's voice was not loud, it reverberated through the crowd.

Nikola shuddered upon hearing his voice. The smug look on his face disappeared, and he appeared to be writhing in pain. Moab's voice had shattered his very being.

He clutched his chest in agony as he staggered to steady himself. However, in the end, Nikola stumbled to the floor.

witnessing his downfall cheered

vampires, huh? You're nothing in front of Moab. He doesn't even need to show to shatter your

Moab and

who was crouching on the floor in pain, and uttered coldly, "Werewolves and vampires have never gotten along. Who gave you the

head to meet Moab's gaze. He gritted through his teeth, "I am here on the viscount, Lord Antonio's, orders to greet Admiral Max. I do not

latter seemed

equally interesting as the werewolves that he had formed an acquaintance with. He smiled and said

here to see

pressure lifted off

baron did not

to

men in Ariarica, or one would even say one of

he has gotten news that you are

was intrigued

were two hidden clans in Adrune-the werewolves

formidable, evil, and vicious in comparison with

kill would only be

come out to hunt in the middle of the night and had proved themselves to be much