The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6380

Jared went quiet after hearing that.

He remembered his own years cultivating in the Ethereal Realm.

Back then, whenever he needed to break through, he had gone into the deep mountains too, gathering spirit herbs and cutting heartwood to use for pill refinement and formations.

At the time, he had treated all of it as ordinary resources.

Take what was there. Use what he needed. Nothing more to think about.

Only now, standing on the other side of it, did the weight of it come clear.

To the Sylvan Kin, that kind of thing was a wound that cut deep.

"So the Sylvan Kin hate the human race," Jared said slowly.

"Hate doesn't even cover it."

Nathaniel gave a bitter smile. "It's the kind of hatred that's sunk into the marrow. An old grudge that's lasted since ancient times.

These past years, the Resistance has been hunted by the celestials, driven from place to place, pushed to the brink more than once. We've passed through Sylvan territory several times, and they never helped us. But they never kicked us while we were down either.

"They just closed their gates, cut themselves off from everything outside, and treated every conflict in the world as if it had nothing to do with them."

"To them, the human race is no different from an enemy."

Jared said nothing more.

He only stood there, looking quietly toward the mountain range in the distance.

The morning mist slowly thinned.

Sunlight broke through the clouds and spilled across the ridgelines, laying a band of gold along the endless sea of forest.

The wind brushed through the treetops with a soft rustling sound, as if countless plants and trees were whispering under their breath.

Jared knew exactly what this meant. Trying to win over a people who hated the human race to their core was so hard it was almost beyond reach.

But Freevale had nowhere left to retreat.

Once the Celestial Alliance's fury came down, retaliation would follow without restraint.

With the little strength Freevale had, there was no way they could hold it back.

If the Celestial Army closed in and surrounded them, there would only be one end waiting.

Annihilation.

Jared stayed silent for a long while before he finally spoke.

His voice came out even and steady. "Where is Evershade?"

Nathaniel froze. He stared at Jared like he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

"You... you're going there?"

"If nobody goes and talks to them, how would anyone know whether they're willing to help?"

Jared's tone stayed flat.

"You have to try first. That's the only way there's any chance at all. If we sit here and wait, we're dead either way."

Nathaniel's face changed on the spot.

"Have you lost your mind? The Sylvan Kin hate the human race down to the bone. If you go alone, how is that any different from walking straight into a trap?

Inside and outside Evershade, the place is packed with wards, labyrinthine wards, Slaughter Arrays, and all kinds of natural traps laid down by the Sylvan Kin.

It's dangerous everywhere you step.

You might die trapped in the forest before you ever get close to their upper ranks.

Or they might kill you outright."

To Nathaniel, it was no different from throwing one's life away.

Jared rose to his feet in no hurry.

A flicker of chaotic force flashed across his body and vanished, while his presence stayed as steady as a mountain.

"My chaotic force can break the Myriad Arts. Any ward or formation in this world is nothing before me."

"As for their hatred, that's old resentment aimed at the entire human race. It isn't aimed at me alone.

I'm not going there for revenge, and I'm not going to provoke them. I'm going to talk cooperation. I'm going to ask for a way for both sides to survive. If it works, then good. If it doesn't, I'll turn around and leave. They won't be able to keep me."

Nathaniel looked into Jared's eyes and something in him jolted.

There was no arrogance in that gaze. No restlessness either.

Only a stillness too deep to measure, and certainty that didn't bend.

He remembered the way Jared had casually stopped his full-force strike the night before.

He remembered Jared charging alone into Blackstone Gaol, moving through it as if no one there could stop him.

He remembered the crushing power in a single lift of Jared's hand when he suppressed a True Immortal Realm expert.

Maybe...

Maybe this man really could do what no one else could.

Maybe Jared really could do it.

Maybe he really could untangle the ancient hatred between the human race and the Sylvan Kin, and win a sliver of survival for Freevale, for everyone in the human race.

Nathaniel parted his lips.

The words he had been about to use to stop him reached the edge of his mouth, then slowly went back down.

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