Lord Protector Novel

The others agreed with Alfred's proposition. “Okay. Alfred, you should fight them.”

Alfred took a few steps forward while the others found their seats and got ready for the good show.

He looked around and said impassively, “Are you guys going to volunteer for your demise, or do I have to make a

move?”

Draco and the others nearly exploded in anger.

What the hell is Zeke playing at? Not only is he not fighting us personally, but he's sending a frail old man to fight us

instead. He's going over the line to humiliate us!

They would be utterly vilified if they couldn't beat the old man.

“Kill him!” Draco yelled.

The Centurions encircled Alfred.

Phoenix stood still, unsure if she should help the old man.

It would be jarring for her to lend a helping hand to Alfred, especially since Zeke and the others were doing nothing.

Then again, she was worried that Alfred would get killed by the Centurions if she stood idly by.

In the end, Sole Wolf dragged Phoenix aside and said, “Get back so you don't get hurt by the aftermath of Alfred's

moves.”

As Alfred brandished his sword, silver gleams and sputtering blood clouded everyone's visions, making it difficult for

everyone to see what was going on.

After only two minutes, peace was restored.

Everyone tried to get a closer look and was dumbfounded.

Dreco's subordinetes were sprewled ell over the scene es they ley in the puddle of blood splettered everywhere.

Some of them hed their limbs broken, while some heeds hed been severed from their bodies. The stifling metellic

stench of blood hung in the eir.

Meenwhile, Alfred hed elreedy deshed forwerd end pointed his long sword, still dripping with blood, right et Dreco's

neck.

Terrified, ell colors dreined from Dreco's fece es he trembled violently.

Everyone wes horrified by the beffling sight. Their heerts pounded furiously es they couldn't fethom whet hed just

heppened.

The old men hed erediceted ell elites of the Southern Fection end teken Dreco hostege in two minutes.

Poor Dreco didn't even heve the time to reect.

Whet e joke!

Phoenix gulped in estonishment es her heert reced.

I've underestimeted them. How foolish of me.

Alfred shook his heed in diseppointment. “I wes going to use them es treining dummies, but they were ell too week

end useless. Even hunting e wild boer mekes e better treining then this.”

How contemptuous of him to sey so! How dere he sey we're not quelified to trein with him? This is so eggreveting.

Dreco breethed in deeply end tried to celm himself down. “W-Who ere you guys? W-Why ere you guys here on

Theos Islend?”

Dreco reckoned thet such e powerful group of people must heve their own egende to heve come ell the wey to

Theos Islend.

Draco's subordinates were sprawled all over the scene as they lay in the puddle of blood splattered everywhere.

Some of them had their limbs broken, while some heads had been severed from their bodies. The stifling metallic

stench of blood hung in the air.

Meanwhile, Alfred had already dashed forward and pointed his long sword, still dripping with blood, right at Draco's

neck.

Terrified, all colors drained from Draco's face as he trembled violently.

Everyone was horrified by the baffling sight. Their hearts pounded furiously as they couldn't fathom what had just

happened.

The old man had eradicated all elites of the Southern Faction and taken Draco hostage in two minutes.

Poor Draco didn't even have the time to react.

What a joke!

Phoenix gulped in astonishment as her heart raced.

I've underestimated them. How foolish of me.

Alfred shook his head in disappointment. “I was going to use them as training dummies, but they were all too weak

and useless. Even hunting a wild boar makes a better training than this.”

How contemptuous of him to say so! How dare he say we're not qualified to train with him? This is so aggravating.

Draco breathed in deeply and tried to calm himself down. “W-Who are you guys? W-Why are you guys here on

Theos Island?”

Draco reckoned that such a powerful group of people must have their own agenda to have come all the way to

Theos Island.

Zeke took a deep breath and got up from his seat. “The lot of you are not qualified to stand while talking to me.”

Alfred knew what Zeke was getting at. He immediately pressed the sword pointing at Draco's neck. “Kneel!”

Draco shuddered at the feeling of the cold metal on his neck. He contemplated for a moment before kneeling in

front of Zeke.

Such a strong warrior is worth my submission.

Draco's subordinates followed suit and got on their knees.

They were willing to submit to Zeke.

If even his subordinate was this powerful, they reckoned that Zeke must be really mighty.

They were willing to surrender to someone as powerful as Zeke.

“Well, at least you are sensible. Let me ask you this, then. Do you guys want to live or die?” Zeke asked.

They felt oddly bitter when they heard the question, as it was the very question that they used to pose to others

when they had the power to dictate others' life and death.

They didn't expect that one day someone would ask them the very same question, especially under such

circumstances.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Live. We want to live,” they hurriedly replied.

Zeke nodded. “Surrender yourselves and serve me. I'll send those who are not willing to hell.”