The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

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!”

out, he let out a crying roar.

of them, which belonged to Warren, was already

really deep

then, he did not agree to Commander Latrell’s order, but

did not expect that ten years later, his family would suffer

had

his heart could no longer

“Father!”

let out a roar. His

matter if this person is Gavin or if someone is pretending to be him, he has already killed four of my younger brothers, your four sons! Are we just going to endure it and sit back, doing nothing?”

want me

that had hit Kieren turned into powder.

Even Kieren was trembling from the pressure and could not breathe.

Father, to ask your sworn brothers to come out of seclusion! We can’t let

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still care about

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

kicked Kieren hard in

instantly spat out blood and flew forward because of the kick.

clutched

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

this, Tristan snorted and left!

injured Kieren was left sitting on the ground, panting heavily.

kill his only remaining son by seriously injuring him.

a form of

that his son would rush to Brookspring alone because of hatred. At that

reason.

that Kieren was injured by him, he had no

rest would be left to Tristan himself to deal

but things had already happened and had

did not want to make a move, his son could not

the furious Tristan returned to his room, he gritted his teeth and took out a box from under his bed.

other patterns engraved on it when the box was opened.

a dark gold-colored thorn flower, but a

touched the communicator. A hint of reminiscence

in his eyes.

the button

a faint light though having

the communicator

many years has it been since we last met? Let’s meet at Greenwald!”

furious with his son, he had to