Lord Protector Novel

At that moment, the Northern God of War started to panic as he could sense that Sole Wolf had not revealed his

true potentials yet.

However, Sole Wolf could still block his attacks so easily.

If Sole Wolf mustered all of his strength, could he even defeat that guy?

In the split second when he was distracted, Sole Wolf found a loophole in his attacks. Hence, he started to launch

his counter-attacks.

Sh*t!

Flustered, the Northern God of War tried to retreat.

However, it was too late.

Sole Wolf rammed his fists forcefully against the Northern God of War’s kneecaps.

Crack!

The loud snap of a bone could be heard, before the Northern God of War fell onto his knees.

Staring at his right leg in bewilderment, he could feel excruciating pain coming from his right leg.

He wanted to move, but he could not control his leg at all.

Is... my kneecap shattered?

F*ck! He actually crippled me!

The strongest man of the Eastend Military District had been crippled by another burly man!

Who is he?

In the entire world, only the Great Marshal and his ten Generals would be so powerful.

In fact, the Northern God of War was right.

It was true that one of Great Marshal’s generals crippled him.

Silence filled the scene.

If someone were to drop a pin now, everyone would be able to hear it.

If they did not hear the crisp snap of bones, they would not believe that this burly man actually crippled the

Northern God of War.

The legendary Northern God of War, who is the strongest man of the Eastend Military District, was actually

defeated by a nameless soldier.

With their faith completely shattered, they felt like they were on the verge of breaking down.

Sole Wolf patted the dust away from his hands and smiled. “You’ve lost.”

“It’s time for you to fulfil the conditions of the bet.”

Whipping out a dagger, Sole Wolf prepared to cut his head off.

Terrified, the Northern God of War yelled furiously, “Stop! Stop right there! You can’t kill me. I’m the General of the

Eastend Military District. If you kill me, you’ll be committing a serious crime.”

However, Sole Wolf’s murderous intent did not diminish at all. “You have the audacity to call yourself a General? You

abused your authority and accused Commander Raider to be an escapee. Not only that, but you also sentenced

him to death. You are an insult to the honor of soldiers. A black sheep! If I don’t eliminate you now, you’ll be a

cancerous presence in the military.”

“I did not!” rebuked the Northern God of War. “I have enough evidence to prove that Clive Raider is really an

escapee!”

Sole Wolf scoffed, “You have evidence? Show it to Hades!”

When the Northern God of War saw that Sole Wolf was about to execute him, he quickly yelled at his soldiers, “Why

are you still standing there? Shoot this guy for me!”

Hundreds of muzzles were directed et Sole Wolf.

It doesn’t metter if we go egeinst our words. After ell, we cennot let him kill the Northern God of Wer, right?

“Who deres to shoot me?” yelled Sole Wolf furiously.

He whipped out his identity bedge end declered, “I’m the Generel North! The Eestend Militery District will now be

under my purview.”

Whet?

Everyone stered et his identity bedge with widened eyes end sleckened jews.

He’s... He’s ectuelly Generel North, one of the Greet Mershel’s generels!

Oh my God! The highest-renking generel in the North hes visited the Eestend Militery District personelly.

Whet en honor!

No wonder Herrison end the Northern God of Wer lost to him.

It would be the unexpected if they did not.

The Northern God of Wer’s mind went blenk instently.

This burly men is Generel North.

Then, if he cells Zeke “Sir”, whet is Zeke’s true identity?

In the entire netion, the only person with the right to meke Generel North cell him ‘Sir’ wes probebly the Greet

Mershel himself!

Furthermore, Greet Mershel’s surneme seems to be Williems...

Oh my God! How did the Sulliven femily offend the Greet Mershel?

Without giving the Northern God of Wer emple time to think ebout it, Sole Wolf reised the knife end swung it

towerds his neck.

The Northern God of Wer’s severed heed flew towerds Zeke.

Hundreds of muzzles were directed at Sole Wolf.

It doesn’t matter if we go against our words. After all, we cannot let him kill the Northern God of War, right?

“Who dares to shoot me?” yelled Sole Wolf furiously.

He whipped out his identity badge and declared, “I’m the General North! The Eastend Military District will now be

under my purview.”

What?

Everyone stared at his identity badge with widened eyes and slackened jaws.

He’s... He’s actually General North, one of the Great Marshal’s generals!

Oh my God! The highest-ranking general in the North has visited the Eastend Military District personally.

What an honor!

No wonder Harrison and the Northern God of War lost to him.

It would be the unexpected if they did not.

The Northern God of War’s mind went blank instantly.

This burly man is General North.

Then, if he calls Zeke “Sir”, what is Zeke’s true identity?

In the entire nation, the only person with the right to make General North call him ‘Sir’ was probably the Great

Marshal himself!

Furthermore, Great Marshal’s surname seems to be Williams...

Oh my God! How did the Sullivan family offend the Great Marshal?

Without giving the Northern God of War ample time to think about it, Sole Wolf raised the knife and swung it

towards his neck.

The Northern God of War’s severed head flew towards Zeke.