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.

him, a blazing fire roared with

a famous quote attributed to Clayton.

indelible mark on his memory: “No Jedenese permitted within

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yet these Jedenese mongrels ran amok on Blearusian territory without consequence.

in Stanlow was

life of a member of the

were, the Jedenese, audaciously establishing an organization within Blearus territory.

they had managed to recruit a substantial number

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seethed angrily, dwelling on some hapless Blearus who

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nothing was done, many Blearusians were on the verge of becoming the obedient lapdogs of the Jeidenese,

In Gavin’s

were marked for

of the situation, they hastily pleaded for clemency “Since you’re aware

were simply following orders. We bear no ill will

you, spare our lives! We genuinely don’t wish to meet our end!

us a

repeatedly kowtowing and scraping the

behind crimson marks on

what did

his emotionless gaze toward them and delivered his words

the Jedenese as

spare you, do you think the future generations of

heads, one by

in Blearus, the downfall of the entire

the ground. These Jedenese puppets didn’t deserve to leave this world intact!

mood remained bleak. The recent revelation about

Jedenese would inevitably meet their demise at the hands of

One by one!

kneel and pay homage

orders would face ruthless extermination,

to be a land

inhaling deeply. As he turned around, he spotted Chad and the Frostpeak Dark Warriors, as well as members of the Rosebud, approaching

one knee and spoke in unison, “We pay our

a stern expression and nodded

and spoke with a composed

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