The king's words rang out faintly, like a mountain wind before a rainstorm, blowing across the lakes in everyone's hearts and stirring up howling waves. A vast night wind poured in from the zenith, carrying the warmth of high summer, yet somehow making people feel cold.
In the timeworn great hall, silence fell for a moment, and even the music stopped. The earlier clamor and laughter all scattered in an instant, leaving only the lonely, swaying bonfires and the heavy, dark corners.
Gilim stood in a shadowed corner. His expression was solemn as he watched the expressions and movements of the four legion commanders, like a snake waiting for its moment. In his hand, he tightly gripped a specially made Bone Whistle. At this moment, so long as the Bone Whistle was blown lightly, dozens of royal Secret Guards clad in Bronze Armor would surge in from the hidden side hall.
The four City-State Legion commanders all wore grave expressions and maintained a wordless silence, even their movements frozen. In that instant, the great hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop, even the rise and fall of everyone's breathing and the long wind blowing down from the zenith.
Gorge Gold Commander Pacho pressed his lips together and lowered his head. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the wolves on the northern wasteland, patiently hunting their prey.
".When wolves hunt Bison, they are in no hurry. They keep looking for chances to open bleeding wounds on the savage Bison, slowly draining the prey's life away. And King Avet is hunting us!"
Avet smiled faintly, his expression calm and indifferent. In the eyes of the four men, that bland smile was like the wolf king of the wasteland—greedy, vicious, and merciless!
"Damn it! Step by step, he's forcing