<strong>Chapter 1833: Chapter 1833: I Have No Heart</strong>
“This… can’t be, right?”
Den Marsh found it hard to believe.
“Don’t forget, sheunched a surprise attack. Simrly, if the Emperor’s warlords were to ambush, capturing a few of your ck Pine League’s royal uncles shouldn’t be difficult. Once they control them, the ck Pine League would be within easy reach.”
Julius Reed raised his hand, looked towards the end of the forest, and said, “Set up camp right here, wait until dawn to figure things out, then proceed further.”
With this order, the worried martial artists felt like it was New Year’s, happily rushing to find their tents.
If things were as Dorian Cook had said, aheady the Asura Hell!
Whoever went would die!
They weren’t foolish; they still wanted to live.
“West Tower, you see the situation, we can’t be of much help here, if by any chance…” A Great Grandmaster edged up to Julius Reed, smiling awkwardly, “Otherwise, should we wait? Or ask Han Caldwell for some reinforcements?”
The supposed feint attack, they were just putting on a show, to coordinate with the central route to directly hit the target!
But now, they were fighting more intensely than anyone else.
The originally mighty team, barely had any survivors left along the way.
The opponents grew stronger.
Their team, grew smaller.
It was too difficult.
Originally intended to be gilded, but ended up being forged in steel.
“Let memunicate with Han Caldwell.” Julius Reed returned to a tent previously set up by the disciples of Ocean Academy, took out amunication device prepared by the Caldwell Family from Boulevard, and called Han Caldwell.
This was a device simr to aptop.
Nuclear battery, directly powering it.
As for the signal, it also relied on nuclear power to transmit, connecting with satellites.
However, the radiation was somewhatrge, and several people carrying the device had died.
Even the original Undead Tribe member responsible for carrying the device had been down for a few days.
Soon, the video was connected.
At this time, almost no one was getting any sleep.
Cold Nelson on the screen looked energetic, despite losing an arm, he was neatly dressed and full of spirit.
Judging by the background, he was probably conquering a tribe and was staying in a pce.
Definitely better than the shabby tent Julius Reed and the others were in.
“Commander, you’re callingte at night, is there something important?” Cold Nelson looked at Julius Reed, quite surprised.
The two were arch-enemies.
But in the face of therger situation, they had to endure andpromise.
At least Cold Nelson had to bear it.
There were benefits to enduring.
“Where is the Holy Lord?” Julius Reed asked coldly.
“The Holy Lord has already gone to sleep, call tomorrow if you have business.” Cold Nelson said, trying to hang up.
“What’s happening today is out of the ordinary. If dyed, I suppose you, Cold Commander, won’t be able to bear the responsibility.” Julius Reed calmly remarked, “This concerns news about the Emperor. Since Cold Commander asks me to report tomorrow, then I’ll say no more until then.”
Finally, he added, “Remember, if there’s a dy, it’s on you.”
After speaking, he directly hung up.
There were also several other martial artists in the room.
They were a bit incredulous at what they heard and saw.
“West Tower, by standing against Mr. Caldwell like this, aren’t you worried…”
Halfway through speaking, they sensibly shut their mouths.
“I have no heart.” Julius Reed sat on a chair, legs on the table, reaching for the tea handed by an academy disciple.
Half a minuteter.
Cold Nelson called back through video.
But Julius Reed didn’t answer.
“Commander, there’s a call…” A martial artist pointed at the screen, but apanion pushed him slightly.
In these situations, anyone who arbitrarily takes sides is a fool.
When immortals fight, mortals suffer.
After the screen remained lit for a minute, Julius Reed directly refused the call!
Then, he turned and left.
Yet shortly, the screen lit up again.
A confidant arranged by Cold Nelson, unable to bear it, stepped forward and took the liberty of answering the video call.
This was something Cold Nelson had instructed beforehand, that in extraordinary times, his ally must take action.
“West Tower! Why did you refuse my call?” As soon as the video connected, Cold Nelson started scolding with a fierce demeanor.
However, the one answering the call was his confidant.
“Where is West Tower?”
Cold Nelson sternly demanded.
He was after all the de facto controller, how could he be so disrespected?
“The West Tower Commander is outside the tent… watching the stars…” The martial artist responding to the call felt rather helpless.
The county official might be better than the local officer; he didn’t dare offend West Tower either.
“Call him over to answer the call!”
Cold Nelson’s tone was icy.
“Tell Cold Nelson I want to speak with the Holy Lord. Could it be he is recing the Holy Lord? That would be treason! Overstepping authority!”
Julius Reed, standing outside, shouted loudly.
Evidently, Cold Nelson in the video heard it too.
“Wait for me.”
He was angry, unwilling.
But acting; he had to see it through.
Even though he was the real person in charge, he still had to find that puppet fake Holy Lord.
Five minutester.
The fake Holy Lord sluggishly appeared in front of the screen.
“Speak.”
Cold Nelson stood on the side with a sullen face.
“Actually, this matter could be discussed with Cold Commander. Cold Commander, you really had to disturb the Holy Lord in the middle of the night?” Julius Reed returned to the screen, with a hint of reproach in his tone.
Before Cold Nelson could speak, he cleared his throat, “The Emperor’s warlord Dorian Cook has defected to Cold Nelson. A few dozen minutes ago, she killed many of our people. Fortunately, Dean Fairbanks bravely drove her away. I guess she’s heading to the ck Pine League.”
“What?” Cold Nelson was surprised. “Is this true?”
The Emperor was the leader of the Undead Tribe.
The Emperor’s warlords were now the actual leaders of the Undead Tribe.
They controlled the Undead Tribe, aiming to rescue the Emperor.
But now, Sutton was right beside them, and the Emperor’s warlords were against Boulevard?
“The Holy Lord is here, Cold Commander, mind how you speak,” Julius Reed said calmly.<fn06a2> Get full chapters from find?novel</fn06a2>
Cold Nelson was at fault, and had to firstmunicate privately with the fake Holy Lord, who would thenmunicate with Julius Reed.
This unnecessarily wasted quite some time.
“It’s gettingte, and I need to rest. The report has been made on this side; as for what to do next, please await the Holy Lord’s instructions,” Julius Reed cut off the video, stood up, and motioned to the martial artists in the room to leave quickly.
“The ck Pine League is gued with crises, what should we do?” After everyone left, Brant Fairbanks quietly asked.
“Don’t rush; naturally, someone will help us resolve it. Let’s sleep first, and when we wake, the troubles will be gone.” Julius Reedy on the bed, stretchingfortably.
But Cold Nelson on the other side of the screen had no mind for sleep.
“Is this thing true?”
Behind Cold Nelson, Sutton walked out with his hands behind his back.
He was the first warlord under the Emperor, overseeing the others.
Before the Emperor was freed, Sutton was the undisputed king of the Undead Tribe.
“Although West Tower and I have grudges, he wouldn’t lie about something like this. My confidants are within the team and won’t let him lie.” Cold Nelson frowned, tightly clenching his lips, “So, it should be true.”
“Dorian Cook?” Sutton chuckled lightly, “Interesting.”
“You know her?” Cold Nelson turned his head, very interested.
Though he was of the Undead Tribe, he became soter in life and didn’t know much about Undead Tribe history.
“Dorian Cook and I were both warlords under the Emperor, but she disappeared for centuries. If she dares betray the Emperor, I’ll kill her myself!”
Sutton ced his right hand on the sword hilt at his waist, turned, and left the room, “I’ll take a trip to the ck Pine League and find out the truth.”