The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky

Chapter 3161

Originally, it was supposed to be a battle between the generals and warriors.

However, Nathan ended up killing Nessus, the War God of the werewolf clan, and Colin also took the life of two werewolf generals simultaneously.

The sudden turn of events came as a surprise to all the wolf riders outside of the town as well as the humans living in the town.

"He killed the War God, Nessus!"

"Let's get rid of him!"

"Avenge Nessus!"

Someone standing amid the wolf riders and the remaining ten generals kept bellowing in a fury.

Although the werewolves were a reckless bunch, they were still inundated with horror. The gory scene of the earlier tragic death of Nessus was still vividly etched in their mind. It would take them a while to recover from extreme shock. With that, nobody had the guts to attack Nathan.

Similarly, none of the wolf riders dared hurl themselves toward Nathan too.

On the contrary, the Elite Eight, Seven Champions from the North, bounty hunters, and the Curia army led by Hepburn stepped forward one by one.

Several of Nessus' loyal warriors went ballistic when they saw the wolf riders chickened out instead of avenging the War God.

Instantly, they urged their gray wolves forward, and the beasts then morphed into brutal gales and dashed toward Nathan.

Nathan cast a look at the entire werewolf clan, and then he focused on the few generals and scoffed. Subsequently, he strode ahead, whipped out The Unsullied, and unleashed Total Annihilation at lightning speed. Swoosh!

Just like that, The Unsullied cut through the air at an unbelievable speed.

Everything that the blade's glint reflected on was destroyed.

It struck three of the werewolf generals charging at the frontline. Both the warriors, along with their mounts, were severed in half.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the broken limbs were sent flying.

When the werewolves observing from afar witnessed how Nathan had killed three of their generals in one move, they went into an uproar. Despite their tough and fierce appearance, at that moment, they were all so frightened that they planned to scurry away. Meanwhile, Sevan and Myron, who had just arrived at the scene, successfully caught the other two generals leading at the front.

Needless to say, an intense battled ensued.

In the end, Sevan and Myron defeated their respective opponents at about the same time.

With that, five of the werewolf generals charging at the front were killed.

Upon seeing what had happened, the remaining werewolf generals and nearly a thousand more wolf riders were scared out of their wits. They began to howl frantically, trying to flee from danger. As Nathan looked at the escaping

werewolves, he said

contemptuously, "Why are you rushing to leave? Since you're already here, all of you should stay." Though his voice was not loud, it could be heard from miles away.

Afterward, he personally led the human armed forces to chase after their fleeing enemies.

Nathan led his subordinates through a five-mile pursuit-evasion battle with the werewolf generals and wolf riders before wiping out a majority of them.

A few of them managed to escape and immediately returned to Raytor, the Alpha Wolf, to update him on the situation.

At night, two sets of contrasting noises could be heard all over Feston-the celebratory cheers of the werewolves and the faint sobbing voices of the humans.

It turned out the werewolf clan had occupied all nearby cities and murdered anyone who resisted them.

As a consequence, the peasants were the only ones left.

All the men became slaves, whereas the women were sullied by the werewolves.

During the werewolf occupation, the people who failed to run away were like living in h*ll.

Although they were slaves to the

werewolf clan and even fulfilled all

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their requests, many lḍnot escape death. The werewolves were ruthless and vicious by nature, and many people died at their hands on a daily basis.

The mayor's residence had also been taken over by Raytor.

Right then, the human slaves there were fearfully serving dish after dish of delicacies at the dining table. They also brought out all the wine bottles from the storage room.

The chiefs, Shamans, High Priests,

War Gods, and warriors from various

werewolf clans donned their unique

attires. They all had a wine glass in their hand as twos or threes

gathered to drink and chit-chat.

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It went unsaid that some were stuffing their faces and chomping down steaks or other types of food served at the table.

The enslaved humans all hung their

heads, and their eyes blazed with disdain, Weredogs will always be weredogs. They can't act elegant, for they just don't exude a noble aura.