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.

werewolves witnessing his

nothing in front of Moab. He doesn't even need to show to shatter your very being, rendering you on your

when the werewolves were cheering, Moab and Max led

coldly, "Werewolves and vampires have never gotten along. Who gave you the audacity to come here and cause a scene?" Nikola could not even muster the strength to

was unwilling to yield and lifted his 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.

seemed intrigued

interesting as the werewolves that he had formed an acquaintance with. He smiled and said am Max. You may state

the vampire was here

felt an immense amount of pressure lifted off him. His whole body

baron did not bother to

to the

even say one of the strongest humans to grace the earth, Nikola appeared to be showing Max an ounce of

news that you are looking for people to get rid of Nathan. So, he ordered me here to send a few words to you, Admiral

intrigued by

clans in Adrune-the werewolves and

vampires were more formidable, evil, and

all, the urge to kill would only be activated in werewolves on nights with

blood. They would come out to hunt in the middle of the night and had proved themselves to be much more dangerous