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Chapter 1303: Chapter 1303: You’re Not Qualified
"Boss, this is for real this time!"
Looking at the unharmed figure in the distance, the Deep Cold subordinate’s legs were trembling.
His mouth, agape.
Not long ago, the Shushan Third Elder had died under the hands of the Northern Sea’s Prince Consort.
They dared not compare themselves with the Third Elder.
"I know it’s real!" Stephen wiped the sweat off his forehead.
The Southern border defense line was a considerable distance from the Northern Border headquarters castle, and with early summer upon them, the temperature here was still quite hot.
Plus, with the sunlight strong, Stephen was parched and dry. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
"Fight! Keep him tightly blocked. If anything goes wrong, isn’t the Town North King still hanging on the city wall? Even if Everton Davenport is ruthless, he wouldn’t risk the life of his top general!" After saying this, he patted the subordinate on the shoulder, his voice trembling slightly: "I’m going to find Mr. Warm."
Stephen’s only lifeline now was Nathanael Warm, who claimed himself ’Sea Sword Demon’.
After leaving the city wall, he hurried into a room.
"Mr. Warm."
As soon as Stephen pushed open the door, a sharp sword was placed against his neck.
"Don’t you know the rules? Knock first." Nathanael Warm said in a cold voice."
After speaking, he withdrew the Longsword and turned back to sit in the chair.
"Start over."
Nathanael Warm picked up a cup of goji berry water and slowly drank.
"Yes!"
Stephen, startled into a cold sweat, sheepishly left the room, closed the door properly, and knocked again.
"Come in."
Inside the room, Nathanael Warm’s voice was calm and untroubled.
"Mr. Warm, the Northern Sea Prince Consort has appeared outside the Southern border defense, what do you think..." Stephen spoke up to here, the implication was clear.
"No rush." Nathanael Warm put down his insulated cup filled with goji berry water, turned around, and laid back on the bed.
"But..." Stephen didn’t even finish speaking when Nathanael Warm interrupted him: "I’m here not to help you Deep Cold guard the Southern border, nor does it have anything to do with you Deep Cold. I don’t care whether you live or die."
"Alas!"
With the conversation reaching this point, Stephen could only stomp his foot and turn back towards the city wall.
Indeed, relying on others is never as good as relying on oneself.
"Get the Northern King on the phone, I want to negotiate!" On the way, he ordered his personal bodyguard.
The only bargaining chip for Deep Cold now was the Town North King hanging on the city wall.
Other than that, they had no leverage whatsoever to negotiate with the Northern Sea.
"If we could capture Baylor Davenport, it would be a huge accomplishment! Unfortunately, unfortunately..." Stephen felt some regret.
On the Southern border defense line.
Julius Reed passed through a barrage of shooting and stood under the city wall.
The city wall was ten meters tall and three meters thick.
Since there were mountains on both sides, the city wall only needed to be built for a few miles to block many people.
Although the construction of the city wall was expensive, as the leading martial organization, it was nothing for Deep Cold.
"Northern King!" Stephen, looking at Everton Davenport on the screen, said irritably: "This is too much! Do you not even care about your subordinates’ lives?"
"What do you mean?" Everton Davenport’s heart tightened, his most concern now was Baylor Davenport.
"The Town North King is in our hands." Stephen turned his phone to show the Town North King on the city wall and said coldly: "If you don’t want him to die, immediately order the Northern Sea Prince Consort to leave!"
"Town North King?" Everton Davenport saw the Town North King and became somewhat flustered.
That was Baylor Davenport’s personal guard.
Now that the Town North King was captured, could it be that Baylor Davenport...
He didn’t dare to think further, and didn’t dare to ask.
If Baylor Davenport wasn’t captured, acting rashly would only give the other side more leverage.
"Northern King, I respect you! But if your subordinate insists on invading, don’t blame me for being merciless!" Stephen waved his hand, and immediately over a dozen darts were aimed at the Town North King.
"Where is the Northern Sea Prince Consort now?" Everton Davenport definitely needed to save the Town North King.
Only by saving the Town North King could he ascertain the whereabouts of Baylor Davenport.
Besides, as a Prince and a leading figure of the Northern Sea, how could he be easily killed?
Where would that leave his face?
"The Northern Sea Prince Consort is right under the city wall!" Stephen turned the phone, showing Julius Reed below.
"I’m running out of patience, worst comes to worst, we all perish!"
After saying this, he slowly raised his hand, and around him, Deep Cold Shadow Warriors cocked their weapons.
"Prince Consort."
Everton Davenport called out.
This cellphone was already connected to the speakers, and the people below could clearly hear the voice inside.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, save me!" Town North King, hearing Everton Davenport’s voice, grasped it like a lifeline,
Desperately shouting.
But Everton Davenport didn’t hear the Town North King’s cries, instead, he instructed Julius Reed: "Postpone the campaign against Deep Cold. For now, the safety of our nobles of The North Sea must be secured."
He spoke very cryptically.
The nobles, after all, were the princess.
"Your Majesty, do you remember our conversation?" Julius Reed stood beneath the city walls, looking up and shouting, "You once said, to spare no cost. And I, have confirmed that with you."
"Right, any problems?" Everton Davenport did not catch on for a moment.
"Very well." Julius Reed nodded, pointing to the Town North King hanging from the city wall: "This, is the price!"
With that, his entire figure turned into an afterimage, soaring into the air!
"Be alert!"
Stephen hurriedly retreated, quickly grabbing the longsword leaning against the wall.
But before he could draw his sword, a soda bottle in Julius Reed’s hand pierced directly through his chest.
Staggering back a few steps, Stephen, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Border of Deep Cold,
Incredibly looked at his own chest.
The soda had already poured into his body.
The glass bottle started filling with a copious amount of fresh blood.
"Deep Cold..." Julius Reed, standing on the city wall with his hands clasped behind his back, coldly said: "You should be grateful, you’ve lived for over half a year already!"
"Throwing darts!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A series of sounds.
The Town North King, hanging in the air, was instantly turned into a sieve.
Even though he was a Grandmaster.
But with his limbs off the ground, there was nowhere to hide.
With a slash!
Julius Reed snatched the longsword from Stephen’s hand, turning into a shadow-like figure!
Striking continuously!
On the city wall, blood splattered everywhere.
Deep Cold’s Shadow Warriors fell in heaps, dead with eyes wide open.
"You... My words..." Upon hearing the noise, Everton Davenport already guessed what had happened.
He was furious!
Click!
But before Everton Davenport could finish his sentence, Stephen’s cellphone was completely crushed underfoot.
Ten minutes later.
Wilson Pavilion’s long-beleaguered defensive line in the southern border was strewn with corpses.
Bloodied, Julius Reed stood on the city wall.
In the air, the body of the Town North King was still not cold.
"Back then in Gonzalez City, you kept provoking me, you should have known this day would come."
He held his longsword, with fresh blood still dripping from its tip.
Drip! Drip! Drip...
On the silent city wall, suddenly, footsteps were heard.
Hearing this,
Julius Reed turned his head, looking towards the staircase.
The first thing that caught his eye was a black hood.
And then, a figure in a black long coat.
"Nathanael Warm?"
The moment the figure in black raised his head, Julius Reed blurted out.
"Indeed! You recognize me?" Nathanael Warm placed his right hand on his waist, drawing the Sword of Hell: "I heard that Mad Dragon died by your hand, I want to see if that is true!"
"You?" Julius Reed shook his head, saying: "You’re not worthy."
