Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293 Nathanael Warm

“Binoculars!”

Upon spotting the anomaly, the chief in charge of the southern defense line stretched out his hand, and immediately someone handed over a pair of binoculars.

“Should we sound the alarm?”

A Deep Cold member asked.

Ever since the Marshal defected to Willson Pavilion, the guards of Deep Cold in the south have experienced a rare moment of relaxation.

Nearly a year of fighting had exhausted both parties.

The stretched highlands, spanning several kilometers, now bore thousands of new graves.

The bodies buried in these graves were all once living people.

They were all infamous Shadow Warriors of the martial world who now lay here because of the war.

Yet before the joy of Deep Cold members’ narrow escape vanished, headquarters received news of a major invasion by The North Sea.

After all, Deep Cold was just an organization of Shadow Warriors.

Even as leaders of the martial world, they lacked the strength to confront The North Sea.

The gap was too evident.

It was rumored that the leader of The North Sea’s forces was the newly appointed son-in-law of The North Sea.

This son-in-law had risen to prominence by successively slaying Mad Dragon and Arhat of Homicide, showcasing his edge.

This time, he was personally involved in negotiating the conflict between Deep Cold and Willson Pavilion.

However, unbeknownst to all, Deep Cold, which had always been on good terms with The North Sea, unexpectedly became the first target of its conquest.

And Willson Pavilion, under a Pavilion Master who had no power to resist, made an incredible turnaround!

Rumors swirled outside that this was a scenario orchestrated personally by Amadeus Fairbanks after he had prior knowledge.

But only the people of Deep Cold knew the truth.

Watching their longstanding enemy about to be vanquished yet miraculously revived by the opponent!

The despair within Deep Cold was imaginable.

“The North Sea son-in-law’s information, bring it here!” the Deep Cold chief, holding the binoculars in one hand, stretched out the other.

“Information!”

Snap.

A Deep Cold member stuffed the already prepared information into his hands.

This chief put away the binoculars and quickly flipped through the photos of the son-in-law of The North Sea.

The more he looked, the deeper his brows furrowed.

The man appearing in the distance was not the same person as in the information.

Their appearances were worlds apart.

Yet, the man carried the same murderous aura.

“This is not The North Sea son-in-law,” the chief shook his head and said, “The North Sea’s son-in-law moving troops would not break through alone. This appearance by The North Sea seems more about a display of power, and we unfortunately are in the line of fire.”

Having said that, he sighed and slammed his fist forcefully against the city wall.

It was too hard to confront The North Sea with the power of Deep Cold alone.

A group of Shadow Warriors, how could they contend with the mighty imperial court?

Even a small court formed by stateless people had a much stronger foundation than they could compare to.

Being appointed to the south was known by all as knowingly engaging in an impossible act.

He felt helpless.

“No matter if he is The North Sea son-in-law or not, just kill him!”

The chief narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the silhouette, “Even if he is not The North Sea son-in-law, he’s not a good person!”

“Hidden weapon users!”

The Deep Cold member responsible for guarding the southern region gestured, and immediately three hidden weapon users ran over.

Deep Cold was originally a powerful organization of Shadow Warriors, containing many top-tier hidden weapon users renowned in the Shadow Warriors’ circles.

It didn’t take long for the trio to set up their rifles.

They began aiming.

For them, at such a distance, they were nearly able to achieve complete accuracy.

Whoosh!

The first dart sounded.

The distant figure leapt into the air, continuing his approach.

“Hmm?”

The Deep Cold chief, holding the binoculars, uttered in disbelief, “Pay attention, the opponent seems to have a significant background.”

Without his reminder, all three hidden weapon users felt a surge of crisis.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three darts sounded.

The hidden weapon users coordinated seamlessly.

The three darts sealed the man’s upper, middle, and lower parts!

Clang!

In the distance, the man drew his Longsword!

With a slight flash of sparks, the darts were struck flying!

“Bring me my long knife!”

Seeing this scene, the Deep Cold chief clutched the binoculars tightly, his palms beginning to sweat.

Such an opponent, unless the Marshal comes in person from Deep Cold.

Otherwise, no one could withstand it.

But when the enemy attacks, he cannot simply endure.

“Sword!”

A subordinate kneels with a sword in both hands in front of Deep Cold Marshal.

“If I die in battle, launch the attack immediately!”

Clang!

Deep Cold Marshal throws the telescope to the ground, picks up the longsword, and fiercely jumps down from the high wall!

At this moment!

The shadow is less than five hundred meters away from the southern defense wall of Deep Cold!

“Get ready! Sound the alarm!”

Members of Deep Cold on the high wall shout loudly, eyes fixed below.

The North Sea, ah!

That’s the royal court!

If rumors are true that The North Sea’s Prince Consort can easily kill Mad Dragon, how can they contend?

With a barricade of corpses?

They had no time to ponder, as right below, Deep Cold Marshal, sword in hand, clashed with the man!

The swords sparkled; in just two seconds, Deep Cold Marshal’s longsword was knocked away!

And the man’s longsword was pressed directly against his throat!

“Take action!”

Deep Cold Marshal roared.

He had long been ready to meet death.

From his first day at the defense line, he knew he was sent to die.

But those Deep Cold members on the wall were clearly hesitant.

Directly bombarding their superior?

“I didn’t say to kill you.”

The man suddenly spoke.

“What did you say?” Deep Cold Marshal even doubted if he had heard wrong.

“Are you not an assistant to The North Sea Prince Consort?” he asked again.

With fierce momentum, one man, one sword aiming to breach the defense.

If not an assistant, then an enemy?

“I came to kill The North Sea Prince Consort.” The man spoke coldly.

Having said that, he withdrew the longsword from Deep Cold Marshal’s neck and strode towards the southern defense line.

The so-called defense line was a canyon among several mountains.

The canyon spanned several kilometers, the essential path to reach Deep Cold.

Surrounded by undulating mountain ranges and rivers, it was nearly impassable.

Deep Cold built a high wall here and stationed many Shadow Warriors.

Willson Pavilion had been assaulting this defense line continuously for a year, suffering heavy losses but without progress.

Yet with the news that The North Sea was preparing an expedition, the southern defense wall nearly collapsed.

What collapsed was the confidence of the Deep Cold members.

Now!

Someone is claiming to help them kill The North Sea Prince Consort?

And seemingly very capable?

In Deep Cold, to become a Marshal, one must be exceptional.

But this Marshal didn’t withstand a single move under the man’s sword.

“May I know who you are…?”

“Sea Sword Demon, Nathanael Warm!”

The man strode towards the southern defense line.

“Chandler Swordman, Mr. Warm?” Deep Cold Marshal hurriedly followed Nathanael Warm.

Only then did he take the time to look closely at the man’s attire.

At this moment, Nathanael Warm wore a black robe, embroidered with an eye on the back.

The Eye of Hell.

Unlike usual, he did not wear his hood today.

White hair fluttered with the wind.

“The Swordman is dead.” Nathanael Warm spoke indifferently, “Standing before you is the Sword Demon.”

Ding!

Just as Deep Cold Marshal was about to speak, his phone rang sharply.

Seeing the number, he quickly answered.

“Boss, what’s up?”

“Marshal has returned to headquarters, especially instructing me to call you back.”

“Marshal?”

Hearing this name, Deep Cold Marshal was excited!

The leader is back!

“Sorry, I can’t return yet.” After calming his excitement, he spoke, “Chandler Swordman… Sword Demon, Mr. Warm, has arrived at the southern frontier, ready to help us stop The North Sea Prince Consort.”