CHAPTER 173: THE PURGE

A cold light glinted from the fingertips. Nathan’s arm swept past Galvin’s neck.

Although Galvin had reacted extremely quickly, raising his arm to block, that arm still suddenly spurted blood.

An icy chill pierced his heart. Galvin’s heart pounded erratically, and tiny beads of sweat seeped from his palms. An indescribable feeling of unease washed over him like a tide.

He clearly saw the undisguised killing intent on the young chief’s face. Clutching his injured arm, he trembled and spoke:

"Nathan, from the very beginning, when you agreed to let the chief send me here, had you already resolved to kill me!"

Nathan smirked, revealing a mocking smile. He didn’t open his mouth to answer, but that silence said it all.

"If you kill me, the chief will not spare you!" Galvin roared, his voice outwardly tough but inwardly terrified. His body began to retreat rapidly backward.

But before he could run out of the room, the figures of two Black Wolves suddenly flashed at the doorway, launching an emotionless attack, aiming straight for his vital points.

Galvin’s pupils contracted violently. There was an ambush here all along!

He quickly raised his hand to parry the attacker’s claws. In just a flash, the two sides had exchanged several blows, and a few more wounds were slashed onto his body.

Just then, a whistling sound came from behind. He turned his head to look, and Nathan had already closed in at some point!

Fresh blood bloomed like flowers. Galvin’s chest and abdomen were slashed with a deep wound. His face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and then knelt powerlessly on the ground.

"Here in the Ox-Head tribe, the matter of you killing me... don’t even think about hiding it from the chief!" Galvin no longer concealed the malice in his eyes.

The pearl in Nathan’s hand no longer maintained its steady appearance; its light grew brighter and brighter. It left his hand, spinning in mid-air.

"That you died here, no one will ever know." Nathan leaned down slightly, looking down on Galvin, his eyes full of mockery.

"This continent is full of dangers. On the way, we unfortunately encountered a high-level magic beast, mad with hunger. The loyal and dedicated Galvin sacrificed himself to block the magic beast for us.

What do you think of this reason? Leaving such a good reputation for an insidious villain like you, you should thank me, shouldn’t you?"

Galvin angrily pointed at him, fresh blood constantly pouring from his mouth, momentarily unable to speak.

At this moment, Galvin finally heard cold laughter from all around. He looked up, only to realize that in this room, there weren’t just the two warriors at the door.

There were two others sitting by the window, and warriors also calmly walked out from another room, all standing behind Nathan, looking at him with mocking eyes.

Galvin’s entire body instantly went cold. He knew today was the day of his death. He suddenly couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his blood-stained face both ferocious and distorted.

"I never expected that arrogant and conceited old man Balu could give birth to a son like you, and even rope in so many people to be his hunting dogs."

He pointed at Nathan, his expression crazed: "Back then, if I hadn’t saved your father, how would you have had the chance to be young chief!"

Nathan stood up straight, his face showing clear disgust.

"The debt my father owed you, he has already paid for it with the entire future of the Black Wolf tribe. That our tribe today is in a situation where we are surrounded by enemies, isn’t it all thanks to your ’contribution’?"

He turned his back to Galvin, waving his hand slightly: "If you have any more questions, go down and ask the Lord of the Undead; he might give you an answer."

Galvin’s eyes widened, about to say something, but the Black Wolves behind him gave him no chance.

The moment Nathan waved his hand, a sharp claw had already slashed across his throat.

He clutched his neck, fresh blood pouring ceaselessly from between his fingers. Gurgling sounds filled with unwillingness came from his throat, and very quickly, he stopped breathing, his body collapsing powerlessly onto the floor.

Glancing contemptuously at the corpse on the ground, a female Black Wolf named Man shook her claws to flick off the filthy bloodstains, then walked with a graceful, swaying gait to Nathan’s side.

"Will the chief really believe that Galvin died at the hands of a magic beast?" she asked, a little worried.

Nathan took out a red, triangular gemstone the size of a fingernail from the exquisite pouch at his waist, on which complex magic circles were carved. He emotionlessly tossed it onto Galvin’s corpse.

The moment the gemstone touched the corpse, a fierce flame suddenly erupted sky-high. The rolling flames engulfed Galvin. The strange thing was that the fire only burned his body to ashes, while the surrounding wooden floor and walls were completely unharmed.

"A waste of this Violent Flame magic crystal, having to use it on him." A male Black Wolf angrily stomped on the pile of ashes.

"Believe it or not, Galvin is already dead. As for my father, he is old, he has done many muddled things, it’s time for him to rest soon."

As soon as Nathan finished speaking, the expressions of the Black Wolves in the room all became extremely complicated, and no one said anything more.

Nathan raised the pearl in his hand, softly chanting "Withdraw!", and the barrier enveloping this space immediately disappeared.

The Black Wolf guarding the window silently threw it open. The cold wind howled in, and soon enough, the last bit of Galvin’s ashes existing between heaven and earth also vanished without a trace.

The Black Wolves instinctively looked in the direction the ashes had flown. They couldn’t believe that the great mountain that had been pressing on their heads for so many years could die so simply.

Nathan stood by the window, his gaze distant.

Unlike the other Black Wolves, his eyes held not only relief, but also a blazing ambition. His youthful face slowly curved into a smile.

"Why haven’t those Black Wolf people left yet, they’re so annoying."

In the room of the Thomas tribe, a Snow Wolf warrior complained with an annoyed expression.

"That’s right, causing us to be wary of them no matter what we do."

"A few days ago, I even saw that guy who tried to attack the cub sneaking glances at us over there."

The other warriors chimed in one after another.

Thomas sat calmly on the wooden bed:

"Alright, the Black Wolf tribe’s development hasn’t been as good as before in recent years; they don’t have time to come looking for trouble with us. No need to pay attention to them."

"I wonder when young Eric and the others will come over, I don’t know if their journey is going smoothly." Thomas continued, a little worried.

The other warriors didn’t know that Eric and the other two had gone alone to the coast to refine salt; they thought Thomas was only worried about the journey from the tribe to here, so they all laughed and comforted him.

"Max is there, and Michael is also very formidable, no need to worry about them," one warrior said.

Another person also interjected: "It’s so cold now, many high-level magic beasts won’t easily leave their territories. We travel this road every year, we’re very familiar with it, they know how to avoid the magic beasts’ territories."

Thomas couldn’t voice the deep worry in his heart, so he could only nod lightly.