The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 367

Jedenese

Having heard Gavin utter the words, the six individuals exchanged terrified glances, their faces a canvas of disbelief as they remained rooted.

How could Gavin possibly know about the Jedenese?

Could there be a trattor within their ranks leaking information to Gavin?

No, it couldn’t be.

Who would risk their own life to spill those secrets? It was becoming increasingly evident that Gavin had some direct connection to or knowledge of the Jedenese.

Or, was it possible… he was working in cahoots with the Jedenese?

If that were the case, it spelled doom for them all.

Could Gavin even contemplate sparing them now?

As Gavin gazed upon their ashen faces and stunned expressions, he grew increasingly confident in his suspicions.

It was indeed the Jedenese behind all of this.

The Jedenese were pulling all the strings.”

In Gavin’s mind, the vivid image of a tall, striking Jedenese figure immediately took shape. Gavin couldn’t help but recall the past.

“The man in question was Clayton Westwood, a name forever in Gavin’s memory.”

He remembered leading the Frostpeak Dark Warriors on their daring missions deep into Jeden’s territory, facing off against their most formidable adversaries-the Jedenese Special Forces, all under the command of Clayton.

Each was marked with the ominous seal of a deadly curse: “To succeed or meet one’s end.”

This curse had rendered the Frostpeak Dark Warriors unable to extract any information from them during their seven operations in Jeden’s lands. Speaking meant certain death, thanks to that sinister The curse was Clayton’s trademark, which he wielded with chilling expertise.

All the evidence pointed to Clayton’s orchestration of these events.

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Not only had he unleashed ruthless violence on Blearus territory, but he had also manipulated Blearusian citizens to serve his dark agenda.

They even orchestrated the infighting among our Blearusian people until they held absolute control.

As Gavin dwelled on these thoughts, his fists clenched tightly.

a blazing fire

recalled a famous quote attributed to Clayton.

phrase had left an indelible mark on his memory: “No Jedenese

couldn’t have been

these Jedenese mongrels ran amok on Blearusian

Jedenese he had encountered in Stanlow was currently incarcerated

he had even taken the life of a member of the Jeden

the Jedenese, audaciously establishing an organization within

recruit a substantial number of followers,

a blatant show of

seethed angrily, dwelling on some hapless Blearus who

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were on the verge of becoming the obedient lapdogs

In Gavin’s

eyes, these jedenese were marked for executio

six individuals grasped the gravity of the situation, they hastily pleaded for clemency “Since you’re

orders. We bear no ill

genuinely don’t wish to

a chance to

dropped to their knees before Gavin, repeatedly kowtowing and scraping the ground. desperately

crimson marks on the

facing death, what did a

turned his emotionless gaze toward them and delivered his words in a chilling tone:

bowing to the Jedenese

do you think the

of ruthless stomps on their heads, one by one, causing them to shatter into a gruesome mess

there were more such individuals in Blearus, the downfall of the entire

These Jedenese puppets didn’t deserve to

bleak. The recent revelation about the Jedenese

inevitably meet their demise at the hands of

One by one!

would kneel and

orders would face

to be a

his composure, inhaling deeply. As he turned around, he spotted

in unison, “We

a stern expression and

up at Chad and spoke with a composed

quickly raised his head and responded with respect, “Dark Lord, what are your commands?”