Chapter 132

In the living room of the most central villa of the Valor Alliance, an old man with white hair and a white beard was sitting on a luxurious sofa.

The living room was filled with modern technology decorations. He held a goblet in and swirled the dark red liquid inside.

Compared to his pure white robe, it looked so out of place!

Gavin would definitely remember the Valor Alliance if he was present. He still remembered the second eldest son of the Holman family who joined the Valor Alliance.

He had brought many fellow disciples with him, but they were all killed by Gavin and the members of Frostpeak Dark Warriors Team D.

The person who had just spoken was this old man. Not far from him stood a young disciple respectfully with his head lowered.

He immediately said when he heard the old man’s voice, “Yes, they haven’t returned yet.”

Hearing this, a hint of curiosity appeared in the eyes of the Master of the alliance. He then said indifferently, “What took them so long? There’s no news at all?”

Then, he gave the disciple a direct order.

“Find a disciple who acts quickly to make a trip to Brookspring and see what happened there.”

“Yes, Master!”

After receiving the order, the disciple turned around and left the central villa.

This old man, who looked like a sage, took a sip of the wine in his cup shakily.

From his satisfied expression, it seemed that he had no idea that all his disciples had died at Brookspring!

On the other side, in the Mason family in Greenwald, the sound of whips. continuously sounded.

“Pop!”

“Pop!”

“Pop!”

back hall of the Mason family, the eldest son of the Mason family, Kieren, was kneeling in the middle, shirtless.

There were tears of grief on his face.

Behind him, the head of the Mason family, his father, Tristan Mason, also had tears of grief in his eyes.

He held a thorny branch in his hand and whipped Kieren’s back ruthlessly.

He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, “You bastard, without telling me, you actually let your brother go to Brookspring with two Worshippers. Now, he is dead! My son, my fourth son! He’s dead, he’s dead!”

he let out a crying

them, which belonged to Warren, was already shattered!

in really deep pain!

Commander Latrell’s

years later,

had already died at

in his heart could no longer

“Father!”

a roar. His

four of my younger brothers,

want me to

hand that

his body. Even Kieren was trembling from the pressure and could not

have a few brothers of the same supreme rank! I beg you, Father, to ask your sworn brothers

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still care about the

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

hard

out blood and

heavily to the ground and clutched his chest, his face filled with pain.

at his son angrily and roared, “If you had listened to me back then, your four younger brothers

saying this, Tristan snorted

was left sitting on the ground,

intend to kill his only remaining son by seriously injuring him.

a form of protection

rush to Brookspring alone because of hatred. At that time, he would die in Brookspring for

reason.

injured by him, he had no chance

to Tristan

attack the Clifford family, but things

did not want to make a move, his son could

his

an ancient communicator with other patterns engraved on it when the box was opened.

pattern was not a dark gold-colored thorn flower, but a venomous snake with its tongue out!

A hint

in his eyes.

the button on the

faint light though having been

the communicator in a tired

years has it been since we last met? Let’s meet

he had to admit that his son

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