The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6398

At that moment, Nathaniel was walking the city walls alone, making his rounds.

"His brows were locked tight. His face looked worn thin, and red threads filled his eyes.

Anyone looking at him could tell he had not slept properly in a long time."

Several days had already passed since Jared left Freevale for Evershade to seek an alliance with the Sylvan Kin.

"In all that time, not a single message had come back.

It was as if everything had sunk into deep water and vanished without a sound."

The weight of it sat heavily on Nathaniel, pressing tighter with every quiet stretch of time.

He had no way of knowing what Jared had run into inside Evershade.

He had no way of knowing whether the negotiations with the Sylvan Kin had gone smoothly.

Worse, he had no way of knowing whether Jared was alive or dead at that very moment.

"Freevale’s situation had already grown harsh.

The Celestial Alliance kept closing in step by step, and the gap in military strength was too wide to ignore."

If Jared failed to persuade the Sylvan Kin to form an alliance, Freevale’s road ahead would become brutally difficult.

It might even face the danger of being wiped out.

"The pressure on Nathaniel’s shoulders was enormous.

Every minute, every second, dragged across him like a blade."

Right then, a brilliant white pillar of flame suddenly lit up at the mouth of the vale.

"The radiance stabbed at the eyes and washed over the entire entrance in an instant.

Even Freevale’s ramparts were cast in a sheet of stark white."

"Nathaniel snapped a hand up to shield his eyes.

His chest clenched, and the shout tore out of him before he could hold it back."

"Enemy attack?!"

"His first thought was that cultivators from the Celestial Alliance had come to launch a sneak attack.

Everything in him tightened at once."

He spun around at once, ready to order the warriors on the city walls to raise their guard and prepare for battle.

But the instant he turned, that dazzling white pillar of flame suddenly dispersed.

"It left no trace behind.

For a moment, it was as though it had never appeared at all."

Nathaniel lowered his hand and looked toward the mouth of the vale, uncertainty sharpening his gaze.

When he saw what was standing there, his whole body went still.

"His pupils shrank sharply.

His mouth fell open so wide a fist could have fit inside, and his face locked in a look that could not make sense of what his eyes had just shown him."

His whole body had begun to tremble, just slightly, as if the sight at the mouth of the vale had struck him through the bones.

At the mouth of the vale stood more than 300 people.

At the front were Jared and Gwendolyn—the two people Nathaniel had been waiting for day and night.

Jared’s face still carried a faint pallor, but his eyes had not changed. They remained steady, calm, and unshaken.

A faint aura moved around him. Compared with the moment he had left, there was now a trace of agile spatial nascence threaded through it.

Gwendolyn stood beside him, her expression quiet. Ice-blue spiritual power lingered around her body.

She still looked the same as ever—cold, flawless, and breathtaking.

Behind them followed 300 cultivators in blue-green robes.

Every one of them had skin tinted with a pale blue-green hue, and inside their pupils, something like wood grain seemed to flow and shift.

Dense blue-green spiritual power curled around them. Their auras were stable, deep, and powerful.

One look was enough to know they were no ordinary people.

The Sylvan Kin.

Those two words flashed through Nathaniel’s mind in an instant.

He had never seen cultivators of the Sylvan Kin with his own eyes, but he had heard the descriptions.

The people standing before him matched the rumored appearance of the Sylvan adepts exactly.

“Ja... Jared?” Nathaniel’s voice shook around the name, as if even saying it too clearly might break what he was seeing.

He called out carefully, testing the name, unwilling to trust that everything before his eyes was not some illusion born from too many sleepless days.

Jared looked up at Nathaniel upon the city walls, and a warm smile spread across his face.

He lifted a hand and waved toward Nathaniel, his voice carrying clear and strong. “Nathaniel, I’m back.”

He paused, then let his gaze sweep across the 300 Sylvan warriors beside him. When he spoke again, every word landed with weight. “The Sylvan Kin has agreed to form an alliance with Freevale and stand with us against the Celestial Alliance.”

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