Salute To The General

The human alliance waged war against the vampires on both the eastern and western fronts. News of the battles quickly spread across the globe.

Nathan led the Eastern Front Forces to a resounding victory. The Western Front Forces, led by Wolfric, suffered a devastating defeat. The original plan of the alliance was to achieve victory on both the eastern and western fronts. Afterward, they would rendezvous at the headquarters of the vampires at Walund in Anddasland to engage in a decisive battle against the vampire's Patriarch, Herod. Unfortunately, the Western Front Forces led by Wolfric suffered a crushing defeat. This forced the alliance to change their plans. Wolfric, along with War Gods from various countries like Catherine, Eiken, and Tyrell, led over a thousand disheveled and defeated soldiers to regroup with Nathan. When Wolfric and his companions arrived at Nathan's temporary base, it happened to be dinner time for the troops. Wolfric and his men were starving, and they couldn't wait to meet Nathan.

So, they headed to the camp's cookhouse with their personal soldiers. Within the Eastern Front Forces, ordinary soldiers usually take their meals and find a place to eat, while only the officers were allowed to enter the cookhouse and enjoy their meals seated.

At this moment, Colin, Sevan, Shadow Widow, Myron, and other close comrades-in-arms were sitting together at a table inside the temporary cookhouse, enjoying a meal. Suddenly, there was a burst of commotion. Then, a group of weary-looking people soon barged in from outside. Colin saw the leader of the group and couldn't help but freeze.

"Oh, it's Wolfric. Weren't they on the western front? How did they end up here?"

Shadow Widow replied in a lowered voice, "I got some news, not sure how accurate it is, but it's said that Wolfric and his men lost the battle in the west. They suffered heavy casualties and are probably retreating from the western front to join us on the eastern front." Colin had also heard some news recently. He nodded and said, "Judging by their miserable appearance, the news is likely to be true."

Wolfric and his group entered the temporary cookhouse. Tyrell, the God of War of Xyperia beside him, grew impatient and shouted, "The logistics officer in charge of the cookhouse, get out here!"

A team leader in charge of the cookhouse hurriedly came out and saluted respectfully, "Greetings to all the commanders, my name is Jaylen, a leader of the cookhouse's cooking team. How may I help you?"

Wolfric said, "Prepare a meal for a hundred officers. Make sure there's meat and wine. Additionally, prepare meals for a thousand soldiers and deliver them to my boys outside. Be quick. Don't keep us waiting, or you'll bear the consequences."

Upon hearing this, Jaylen was dumbfounded. "Sir, our provision for each meal is regulated. With so many unexpected guests, we definitely won't have enough ingredients. I need to go and request more from the logistics department..."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Eiken bellowed, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go! Why are you still standing here?" Jaylen hurriedly said, "Yes, yes. I'll go right away."

He then hurriedly left. Wolfric and the others found a secluded spot and sat down. After sitting down, everyone's stomachs began to growl. They were all extremely hungry.

Unfortunately, the cookhouse

couldn't prepare food for them

anytime soon. What was worse, there were quite a few officers dining nearby. Many people were even casting strange glances at them. Wolfric was already quite frustrated after having lost the battle. Seeing the strange looks in these guys' eyes only fueled his anger even more. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the largest group of officers not far away. Soon after, he set eyes on Colin. He noticed Colin and the others, including Shadow Widow, whispering among themselves, so he assumed they were mocking him. At that moment, he subtly gave his companions a meaningful glance without making a sound.

The Jetroina's God of War, Eiken, took the hint immediately. He stood up and walked towards Colin and the others at the neighboring table. Colin and the others slightly furrowed their brows when they saw Eiken approaching. Eiken walked over and casually picked up a sausage from Shadow Widow's plate. As he pretended to take a bite, he asked in a carefree manner, "You all recognize me, don't you? You also recognize Admiral Welz at the neighboring table, right? We're all hungry here. Could you please move aside and let us eat this food first? That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Upon seeing this Jetroinian's frivolous attitude, Shadow Widow coldly said, "There's a problem."

Colin said indifferently, "She's right. There is a problem. This is the Eastern Front, and our victorious comrades haven't even had their fill yet. Why should we let you, who have been defeated, eat first?" Eiken had already put the sausage in his mouth, ready to eat. When he heard what Colin and Shadow Widow said, his expression darkened in an instant.

Thud!

With a cold expression, he tossed the saliva-covered sausage back onto Shadow Widow's plate, causing the food to splatter in all directions. Shadow Widow flew into a rage and rose to her feet.

However, Colin stopped her,

gesturing for her not to act

recklessly. After all, they were from

the alliance, and the hierarchy of ranks was clear. Even if Wolfric and the others were rude, their ranks were still higher than that of Golin and his companions. Upon seeing Colin and the others exercising restraint, Eiken sneered even harder. With a smirk, he said, "Well, if it's too difficult for you, then don't bother."

After saying that, he flipped the entire long dining table right over with a sudden burst of strength.

Crash!

The dining table was overturned, and food was catered all over the floor. Colin, Sevan, Myron, and others all stood up angrily. Colin couldn't bear it any longer. "D*mn it. You're courting death!"

After saying that, he stepped forward, ready to teach the arrogant troublemaker a lesson.