Chapter 186: The Storm Is Coming

The frustrating result of the torture made Prison Warden Oleg, who had always been very confident in his ‘skills,’ feel deeply humiliated. After being provoked, he started to work very hard and studied torture techniques intensely, wanting to serve His Majesty the King better.

But for the King himself, this matter was no longer important.

Because before the team set off in the morning, Sorros Merchant Caravan’s manager Redknapp had the charming woman in red deliver a thin booklet. The booklet was densely filled with information about the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps’ influence within the Imperial Capital, including the number of experts, their names, and their power levels… For a group like Sorros Merchant Caravan, getting this kind of information was very easy. Actually, this information wasn’t very valuable or secret. Anyone who paid attention in the Imperial Capital could figure it out with a little asking around. Redknapp seized the opportunity to do Sun Fei a favor.

By noon, they finally left the territory of the Blackrock Kingdom.

“Your Majesty the King of Champoo, we are about to enter the territory of the Thrace Kingdom. I heard there was some unpleasantness between you and the Thrace Kingdom!” Redknapp urged his horse forward but dared not get too close because the Big Black Dog was too scary. He laughed from a distance.

“Haha, it was more than just unpleasant. The Thrace King chose to side with the Blackrock King and oppose my Shampoo City. On the day of my coronation, he even sent Prince Obina and his kingdom’s expert He Shengzhen to assassinate me atop the Eastern Peak Summit. I killed them both with my own hands! It’s already a life-and-death feud!” Sun Fei laughed heartily.

“If that’s the case, Your Majesty should be careful when we enter the Thrace Kingdom.”

“Why be careful? I actually hope the Thrace King still has the courage like the Blackrock King and dares to lead his army before me. That would save me some effort!” The midday breeze brushed his face, feeling warm. Finally emerging from the dark Scorching Sun Mountains and seeing the flat plains ahead, Sun Fei felt the sky was high and the earth wide, his heart felt open. For a moment, he felt spirited and heroic, boasting without restraint.

Redknapp smiled without speaking.

Since this morning, he had been observing Sun Fei’s every word and action. Previously, the merchant caravan’s intelligence about this King of Champoo wasn’t detailed. Since he had the idea of persuading the upper ranks to start that plan, he needed to carefully observe and confirm personally that the King of Champoo was worth the caravan’s investment. Based on his observations so far, he couldn’t convince himself to reach a definite conclusion. This young king before him was sometimes polite like an old noble, sometimes seemed frivolous, arrogant, and reckless, sometimes acted mature beyond his years, and sometimes indulged like a mischievous child. Redknapp had seen many young heroes with his own eyes and considered himself a good judge of character, but now he truly couldn’t understand this young King of Champoo.

“This young king seems to be covered by a thin veil, making him hard to figure out,” Redknapp thought, feeling more and more surprised.

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Surprisingly, although the Thrace King knew about the arrival of the Shampoo Expeditionary Force, he didn’t take any action. He didn’t even send scouts to closely follow and monitor them like the Blackrock King did. It was as if nothing had happened, allowing the Shampoo Expeditionary Force to pass through his territory.

By evening, the Expeditionary Force and the merchant caravan set up camp next to a waterfall in the wilderness.

“This is a famous dangerous place in the Thrace Kingdom where wild beasts appear. It’s said that a large pack of level three magical beasts, the Gale Wolves, often show up here…” Old Zola suggested Sun Fei choose a different campsite, but the scouts reported there was no better place to camp nearby except for this location with the waterfall’s water source. So they could only strengthen the guard to avoid being attacked by the magical beasts.

As it turned out, Old Zola’s words were like a curse.

In the middle of the night, howls of wolves were heard around the camp.

“Oh no, it’s the Gale Wolf pack…” Hearing the noise, Redknapp quickly put on his clothes and rushed out of his tent. He jumped onto a large rock and looked around. His face became tense and grim. “Damn it, it really is the Gale Wolf pack. Judging by the sound, there must be at least six or seven hundred… Strange, how could there be so many all at once?”

On the Azeroth Continent, the level three magical beast Gale Wolf was considered an ordinary low-level magical beast. Individually, they weren’t strong. But the scary thing was that these magical beasts loved to live in groups and had huge numbers. Once they found prey, the pack would call all their kin from several kilometers around. They would surge from all directions like an endless tide, each one fearless of death, completely crazy, fighting to the death… Even regular armies would find such a wolf pack troublesome. If they weren’t careful, the whole army could be wiped out.

“Something feels wrong. Why would so many wolves appear so suddenly?” Redknapp vaguely noticed something. The woman in red, Sherry, and the previous white-clad swordsman appeared beside him. Both looked very serious.

“Prepare… quick, quick, quick, quick, quick! Archers… don’t let those beasts get close!”

“Lazy bones, hurry up and put on your clothes to get your sword! Do you want to be chewed to bones by the Gale Wolves?”

“Damn it, why are there so many?”

“Make the fires bigger! Gale Wolves are afraid of fire at night. Add more wood… Quick, light all the torches!”

The guards of the Sorros Merchant Caravan were experienced and reacted very fast. In less than three or four minutes, over forty people quickly took the most advantageous defensive positions. Inside the camp, huge bonfires were lit, reddening half the sky. Swords were drawn, arrows were nocked, spears were raised, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In contrast, the Shampoo Expeditionary Force camp was much calmer.

The King of Champoo never showed himself. After a brief initial panic, his soldiers seemed to have received some orders. Those sleeping continued to sleep, those patrolling continued to patrol. Everyone carried on as usual, not at all panicked by the continuous surge of wolves in the distance.

Just then, two lone figures appeared on a large rock near the waterfall.

One was a huge, fat man over two meters tall, like a mountain of flesh, with a scar on his face that made him look fierce. He carried a faint, almost unnoticeable aura of death and gloom, full of oppressive feeling, making people fearful. The other was a tall, handsome young man with golden hair, holding a longbow. His back quiver held over a hundred large wolf-fang arrows. He looked elegant and graceful, like an elven prince under the moonlight.

Redknapp recognized these two.

One was the Prison Warden under the King of Champoo, the other was the King of Champoo’s personal guard officer.

What puzzled Redknapp was why, at this critical moment, the incredibly powerful King of Champoo didn’t come out himself, but only sent these two. Did he have so much confidence in his subordinates’ strength that he thought just these two could fight off the brutal and fierce wolf pack? Or was the King of Champoo too arrogant and didn’t realize how terrifying a pack magical beast like the Gale Wolves could be when enraged? The cloaked manager leaned towards the latter explanation.

He had experienced a lot and seen all kinds of strange and unpredictable events. Now, from this suddenly appearing large wolf pack, he smelled a strong hint of conspiracy. His sharp intuition, developed over many years, told him this matter might not be as simple as it seemed. It appeared someone had used special methods to deliberately lead the wolf pack here.

Before he could think more, following a long, strange, and distant wolf howl, the wolf pack in the distance began to charge forward like a tide. In the darkness, pairs of blood-red eyes, like demon pupils, sent chills down the spine, rushing forward like a bloody wave.

Redknapp, standing on the large rock, began to softly chant a magic spell.

Beside him, all the guards and experts of the Sorros Merchant Caravan were on high alert. Some couldn’t help but have their palms sweaty from gripping their weapons tightly, feeling cold all over…

And at this time, on another large rock in the distance.

The mountain-of-flesh-like fat man had a grass stem in his mouth. He clapped his hands and sat down heavily, as if getting ready to watch a show. He crossed his arms, showing no intention of fighting. Beside this very punchable fat man, the elven prince-like handsome golden-haired youth now held his longbow level and finally drew the first long arrow from his back quiver.

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“What? You actually sent people to do such a thing?” In a magnificent golden tent, a handsome, fair-skinned youth of about fourteen or fifteen in golden armor was furious. “Alpha, who allowed you to do such a foolish thing?”

The golden-armored youth’s furious appearance made everyone in the tent tremble with fear, not even daring to breathe loudly. Only the gray-haired old man, who bore the brunt of his anger, remained calm and replied unhurriedly, “Your Highness, I do not believe this is foolish. By cutting off his wings, when Your Highness personally kills him, there will be much less trouble.”

“Nonsense! For me to kill him would be easy. How could there be trouble? How dare you have so little confidence in me?” The golden-armored youth was still furious, roaring coldly, “Alpha, I order you to stop all foolish actions immediately! I will wait right here for that lawless King of Champoo to arrive, kill him with my own hands! I absolutely will not take advantage of him!”

The gray-haired old man lowered his head and remained silent.

Behind him stood, surprisingly, the Blackrock King, the Thrace King, the King of Redwater, and many other sworn enemies of Sun Fei. It was surprising that these people, all proud and arrogant individuals ruling kingdoms and masses, high and mighty, thinking highly of themselves, were now like mice seeing a cat before this hot-tempered golden-armored youth, trembling and not daring to show the slightest resistance or defiance.

After a long while, the golden-armored youth finished his tantrum, gave several orders, and then chased everyone out of the tent.

“Lord Alpha, should we continue our plan? His Highness seems very unhappy?” As soon as they left the tent, the Blackrock King couldn’t wait to speak first.

“Yes, what if His Highness finds out about this and blames us…” The King of Redwater also seemed hesitant.

The others also looked at this old man named Alpha. Clearly, this person held a position of some status.

On the surface, this gray-haired old man Alpha didn’t seem to possess any martial power; he was just like a steward beside the golden-armored youth. But from his thin body emanated a sinister and mysterious, terrifying aura. Only those who truly knew him would understand how terrifying this old man, who appeared frail and weak with a goatee, truly was.