The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 368

As Gavin returned to Brookspring in the Frostpeak, he was surrounded by a desolate, frozen landscape. Its reputation for harshness was earned through endless winters, where snow and ice held dominion

without respite.

The howling winds and relentless blizzards were constant companions, showing no mercy to those who dared to tread its frozen trails.

Once, this land had been alive with a thriving ecosystem, but fate had dealt it a cruel blow,

Overnight, unforeseen events had transtormed into a desolate wasteland devoid of any signs of life Even the tracks of animals had disappeared under layers of snow and ice.

Amidst this icy wilderness, there stood a remarkable oasis of life-the stronghold of the Frostpeak General

It resembled a grand medieval castle, radiating an aura of strength and authority that contrasted starkly with the desolation outside.

Despite its location in the harshest climates, this fortress remained untouched by the unforgiving weather.

Curiously, the conditions within and outside the fortress were worlds apart.

Inside the fortress, the scene was dramatically different. It was a lush oasis, impervious to the biting cold

outside.

No matter how fierce the storms raged beyond its walls, the fortress’s interior remained a serene paradise.

At a glance, it appeared as if it were plucked from the realms of fairy tales.

However, this sanctuary was inhabited exclusively by the personal guards of Frostpeak General, Jacket. There were no ordinary residents within its walls.

As the personal guards went about their duties, they exchanged hushed words:

“Hurry, we mustn’t be late in welcoming Riverrun General.

“We can’t afford any negligence!”

Among the guards, a man who ambled lazily at the rear of the group spoke with an air of indifference:

Riverrun General here this time,

glasses shot a glance at the lagging fellow and chimed in: “Let’s refrain from gossiping about the war general’s affairs, shall

all, he’s none other

not our place to indulge

on

War General’s stronghold, a group of War General’s personal guards stood in perfect formation on a massive

stern formation as if preparing for a momentous event.

roar echoed from the sky, and a specially designed

war general watched as the

stepped out from the helicopter and issued a

“Everyone, gather!

up from left to right to give our respects to Riverrun General.”

the personal guards below followed the man’s directives with sunglasses, forming an

with a powerful gust of wind

a tall, rugged man with commanding features stepped

he was striking and authoritative as he walked to the

man who emerged from the helicopter was Matthew, the Riverrun

Why had Matthew the Riverrun General, entered the Frostpeak General’s

Frostpeak General personally extended his

Riverrun General, disembarked from the helicopter, he appeared remarkably at

the sunglass-wearing figure, the entire Frostpeak’s personal guard

utmost respect, we welcome

these formalities observed, Matthew was ushered into the Frostpeak General’s

structure that appeared frozen in time for centuries experienced a slight

and resonant voice resounded:

them that we have witnessed the

quietly entered Clifford Ancestral Home in Brookspring, greeted by the tranquil

and it was evident that everyone within the house had long since retired to

glanced at his wristwatch, noting that the time had passed well beyond 1 a.m., signaling that the household was undoubtedly sound asleep.

push, Gavin ventured further into the house, his keen eyes catching a faint glow from c of the rooms. There, he discovered a petite figure nestled on the sofa, breathing rhythmically, lost in the depths

entered the room, he identified the

dozed off on the couch, her

couldn’t help but be overcome by a swell of tenderness as he looked

confines and caressed her cheek. Gavin extended his hand