The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge

Chapter 362
Frostpeak, within the Northguard City, stood the Northguard Imperial Residence.
At this moment, the King of Northguard sat on his bed, attempting to recover from his severe injuries. The King of Northguard,
now bearing the scars of a severe injury, was far from his former self. This was the consequence of the booming command
issued by Gavin.
When he regained consciousness, he returned to the familiar chambers of his Northguard Imperial Residence.
However, besides his physical condition, everything else seemed to be in order. Yet, there was one glaring difference-the
attitudes of his servants had undergone a significant shift.
His loyal subjects had shown unwavering respect in the past, bowing and kneeling before their sovereign. But now, though they
still went through the formal motions of showing respect, their expressions betrayed a subtle contempt.
They appeared lazy, and as soon as the formalities were completed, they departed abruptly, displaying little regard for their
Master. Their eyes even bore a hint of impatience.
The wounded King of Northguard lay helpless on his bed, his voice feeble as he called out, “Someone, fetch me some water!”
The servants sauntered in lazily, barely sparing a glance for the King of Northguard on his bed. Then, a cacophony of clattering
followed as a coffee pot crashed to the floor.
One of the servants approached with a cup of lukewarm coffee and plunked it down in front of the King of Northguard,
impatiently muttering. “Have it!”
The King of Northguard accepted the cup. Not only was the coffee tepid, but it seemed like it had been left sitting for days.
His frustration surged, and he forcefully slammed the cup onto the floor, barking at the servant, “I’m not dead yet, and this coffee
is ice-cold. It seems like it hasn’t been changed in days. Pour me a fresh one!” The servant looked irritated and snapped. “You
should count your blessings. Look around and see who else is here to cater to your needs. If you don’t want it, then don’t drink
it.”
With that, the servant departed hastily.
Only the King of Northguard remained seated on his bed, gasping for breath.

Each time the King of Northguard witnessed the disdainful attitudes of his subordinates, a sharp pang of bitterness pierced his
heart.
It had reached a point where, despite his severe injuries and his confinement to bed, there was not a soul in sight to attend to
him.
Even the simple act of quenching his thirst demanded that he muster the strength himself.
The seeds of resentment had taken root in the King of Northguard’s heart.
With a slow and painful effort, he attempted to rise from his bed, grasping the edge for support. His goal was to fetch a glass of
hot water. Yet, he soon realized that his frail body lacked the strength for such a task.
Defeated, he lay back onto the bed and cried out once more:
“Someone, please!
“Is anyone there?
“I need water!
“Has everyone abandoned me?
“Someone!”
Despite the King of Northguard’s repeated shouts-seven or eight times, his voice grew hoarse, and a metallic tang of blood filled
his mouth.
The servants in the residence remained deaf to his pleas, offering no response or aid.
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The entire residence was eerily quiet, as though it housed only the King of Northguard himself an unsettling stillness settling over
everything.
Rage burned within the King of Northguard as he tightened his fists, the very thought of his current suffering at the hands of
Gavin kindling a fiery resolve. He bellowed, “Gavin, I curse your existence” With immense effort, he once more struggled to rise

from the bed, his weakened body labouring. Gradually, he crawled underneath the bed and retrieved a long-neglected, dust-
covered box.
The box had an exquisite, ancient design and the King of Northguard prompted a relieved exhale as he blew away the layers of
accumulated dust, which transformed into a fine mist that dissipated into the air He gingerly opened the box.
Inside, he discovered an incredibly dated pager, of all things.
The King of Northguard ran his fingers over the buttons and pressed the power button.
A crisp startup sound echoed in the room, and the screen was immediately illuminated.
To his amazement, this archaic pager was not only operational but could even make phone calls.
He pressed the numbers carefully, took a deep breath, and initiated the call.
After a brief ring, not too long after, a voice from the other end spoke, belonging to a middle-aged man with a touch of world-
weariness.
“Why, as the King of Northguard, are you bothering to contact me while you reside in worldly airs?” Hearing this, the King of
Northguard’s eyes betrayed a hint of resignation, and he responded, “Brother... 1 came perilously close to being killed.”
Silence hung on the line momentarily, and the voice on the other end remained quiet.
Then, a stern voice broke the silence.
“Though you’re not worthy of entering the ancestral shrine, it’s astonishing that someone in this world. would dare to harm a
member of my prestigious lineage. Do they truly believe that our prestigious. family, having distanced itself from worldly matters,
has become so vulnerable?”
In Brookspring, within the newly constructed grand residence of the Clifford family, those warriors who had fallen unconscious
due to Gavin’s overpowering presence had regained their senses.
One by one, they slowly rose from their beds, their voices tinged with grogginess.
“My body is aching all over...
“Yeah, my head feels incredibly heavy and pounding.

“I recall feeling as though a powerful force was bearing down on me at that moment, and I couldn’t fight it off.”
At that moment, members of the Frostpeak Dark Warriors entered the room, noticing that the group of warriors who had been
unconscious had all regained consciousness.
They approached the awakened warriors with solemn expressions, taking a step forward and speaking in
grave tones.
“This incident was merely an unexpected occurrence. If anyone inquires, state that warriors experience this every month, and it’s
a routine phenomenon. Do you understand? Refrain from delving into matters. you shouldn’t. Just follow the instructions given by
the Dark Lord!”
Upon hearing the Frostpeak Dark Warriors’ words, the bewildered warriors wore expressions of utter
confusion.
Warriors... experienced something like this every month?
Wasn’t it somewhat reminiscent of... what women went through during their menstrual cycle?
Confusion was writ large on the faces of each warrior,
The Frostpeak Dark Warriors had conveyed Gavin’s orders, and everyone had maintained a consistent
stance.
As a result, ordinary people like Layla and her companions genuinely believed that warriors experienced a few days each
month...
Gavin sat by the bedside of Howard, conducting a thorough check-up.
Due to the immense aura he had unleashed earlier. Howard had felt it and was concerned about potential health issues,
With a gentle expression. Gavin looked at Howard and said, “Howard, today I’ll check your pulse to assess
your recent health.”

With trembling hands, Howard picked up a pen from the bedside and wrote the word “good” on a piece of paper.
Gavin then gently placed his hand on Howard’s wrist to check his pulse.
He found that everything in his body was stable, and Howard was not seriously harmed.
As Gavin was about to converse with Howard, his phone suddenly rang
The caller ID displayed Chad Tate from Blade Alliance.
Gavin glanced at Howard, picked up the phone, and exited Howard’s room to answer the call.
“What’s going on?”
Chad’s voice came through the phone with urgency. “Reporting to the Dark Lord, we’ve been ambushed during our operation in
Greenwald. The attackers are warriors, mighty warriors!”
Upon hearing Chad’s words, Gavin’s brow furrowed slowly but noticeably.