<h4>Chapter 1707: Chapter 1707: 3,000 ck Armor</h4>
The small courtyard was very quiet.
The deaths of several guards and a steward did not cause anymotion.
Julius Reed drew his sword, engraved a line on the wall.
Then, with his sword in hand, he left.
Walking along the path of the Caldwell Family, he took out his phone and made a call.
"It can begin."
After a simple sentence.
Julius Reed sheathed his sword, returned to the Gray Wolf Pavilion, and prepared to rest.
At the same time!
Demarco Mount!
Although the sky was equally dark, it was brightly lit!
All the Sealing Dragon tforms across the mountain were illuminated!
The ze soared into the sky!
Demarco Mount was sharpening its swords and preparing for battle.
Preparing to engage in an authentic battle with Kunlun Mountain!
Sixty percent of the martial artists in the world came here, supporting Cold Nelson.
They firmly believed that a centipede, even dead, does not fall apart!
No matter how the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has been through turmoil, it cannot bepared to Kunlun Mountain.
The most critical point was that Cold Nelson had quickly quelled the rebellion in Demarco Mount, firmly gripping power, making the martial artists take notice.
In the main hall.
Cold Nelson sat on the throne, his expression grave.
Julius Reed’s throne, he could not sit on, so he had to craft another one.
"I’ve heard that the Shu Mountain and the Caldwell Family had a falling out and are ready to join us. This undoubtedly is a formidable force for us."
Cold Nelson spoke.
Because it was not meeting time, the officials of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had already gone to rest or to entertain the martial artists who hade from afar.
The only one standing below was Eliezer Pine.
"So, what do you want to do?" Eliezer Pine, wearing a pink long dress, asked expressionlessly.
She was very mysterious, to the extent that many people inside Demarco Mount were unaware of her existence.
Cold Nelson killed the real king of the Military Department, Seamus Somerset, yet did not escape the fate of being a puppet.
Behind him stood Eliezer Pine.
A woman who granted him immortality, strength, and eternal life!
"Of course, to win them over." Cold Nelson wanted to maintain his regal demeanor, but unfortunately, in front of Eliezer Pine, he could never hold his head high.
"No, you are to kill them." Eliezer Pine shook her head.
"Kill them?" Upon hearing this, Cold Nelson froze.
He asked puzzledly, "The Shu Mountain is a powerful force, highly reputable in the martial arts world. Such a strong force, why kill them? If we treat the Shu Mountain with courtesy, we could even attract other martial artists toe over!"
Cold Nelson thought Eliezer Pine was crazy.
The Shu Mountain is a powerful force. Offending them would only add trouble to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
"Kill." Eliezer Pine seemed a bit impatient but still exined: "Kill the Shu Mountain, and everyone will shift the anger onto Kunlun Mountain. No one knows whether it was you or Han Caldwell who did it. If Han Caldwell did it, would the martial artists of Kunlun Mountain waver? Would those supporting us still keep a backup n?"
"This..." Cold Nelson, after a brief thought, nodded: "I hadn’t thought it through."
"Good that you know." Eliezer Pine turned around, took steps out of the hall. "Remember, don’t ask why in the future, think more, analyze more. Otherwise, you don’t even deserve to be a puppet."
Bam!
After Eliezer Pine left, Cold Nelson punched the chair.
Anger in his eyes.
Demarco Mount was big.
The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s pce was built on a peak of Demarco Mount.
On the mountain’s rear.
Nelson, dressed in ck, walked alone on a deserted path, following the map drawn by Julius Reed.
Pitch dark.
The sound of insects everywhere.
Not a single sign of a person.
If an ordinary person walked here, they might be scared to death.
The light in the air flickered uncertainly.
That was the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance setting off fireworks, celebrating the alliance assembly.
For the entire half month, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was filled with songs and peace.
Martial artists from all directions came here, enjoying the hospitality.
Nelson took out a firework from his bosom, aimed at the sky.
Suddenly pulled the fuse!
A sh of fire shot out.
Unremarkable.
But still bright enough.
The moment the fireworks went off!
In the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Wolf Cavalry camp.
"Report!"
Suddenly.
A soldier in battle armor burst into the General’s mansion, running straight to the second floor.
"General!"
The door was pushed open.
The soldier even forgot to knock.
"What’s the matter?" A middle-aged man with a stubbly beard was sharpening a knife in the room.
The long knife in his hand gleamed, with a shine that struck fear into people’s hearts.
But the man seemed unsatisfied, continuing to sharpen it.
"Is it you, Wu San, that makes you so flustered? Could it be that boy Cold Nelson is here to cause trouble in my Wolf Cavalry camp?" The general’s upper body was bare, his eyes constantly staring at the de.
He pulled out a strand of his hair, gently blew it onto the de.
The hair broke.
"Tell Cold Nelson, my Wolf Cavalry is only loyal to the Holy Master Julius Reed! If he has the skills, let him send someone directly into my Wolf Cavalry camp. If not, tell him to get lost!" The general pointed at the soldier Wu San, disdainfully saying: "Cold Nelson, does he even have the right to speak to me? Back when I beheaded the Sikong family with the Holy Master and leveled the North Sea, he, Cold Nelson, was just a stable boy!"
"General! It’s not Cold Nelson!" Wu San swallowed a gulp of saliva.
Emotionally stirred.
These days, people from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had indeede to negotiate.
But the Wolf Cavalry camp was independent of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance buildings, akin to a fortress.
Here resided the top technology of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the strongest warriors!
Even if Cold Nelson wanted to force it, he had to weigh if he had the capability.
Understandably, the General thought it was Cold Nelson sending people to stir trouble.
"What is it then?" The General continued sharpening his de.
"It’s... the Holy Master has returned!"
Wu San trembled as he spoke.
"What!"
The General widened his eyes, roaring: "Say that again!"
"The Holy Master has returned!" Wu San pointed outside the window: "That is our Wolf Cavalry’s most secret signal re. Look!"
ng!
The General’s long knife fell to the ground, carving a groove on the floor.
"Where!"
He swiftly moved to the window, pushed open the window.
The moment he saw a wolf’s head.
The General teared up.
That man...
Has returned!
"Bring me my battle armor!" The General shouted, tears in his eyes.
Four years!
It’s been four years!
"I’ve sharpened this de for four years, just for today!"
He roared!
His eyes were already red.
"Pass the order, all Wolf Cavalry divisions, assemble troops! Wu San, youe with me to see the Holy Master!" The General carefully donned his golden battle armor.
This set of golden armor is impervious to de and spear!
The General carried his sword with one hand, marching out!
"Deploy those three thousand armored soldiers!"
"Yes!"
Wu San looked out the window at the slowly disappearing wolf’s head, trembling more violently.
Could it be, the true Wolf Cavalry is about to surface?
Rumble!
The heavy steel gate of the Wolf Cavalry camp slowly rose.
The General, astride a Mont Horse fully d in ck battle armor, felt an overflowing excitement.
"Brothers!" He raised his sword, shouted: "Our elite Wolf Cavalry shall make those Buddhas lower their brows! Make Yama shed tears! Battle!"
"Roar!"
Behind him.
Three thousand in ck armor raised their swords, resembling emissaries of death.