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Third Person’s POV
The uninjured few were already exhausted. They gritted their teeth, almost biting through their gums, and managed to drag them up by a measly three meters.
Caldwell made it up smoothly, but Tommy and Klein weren’t about to leave.
They stayed on guard, ready to help if the rope slipped.
But there was the rub: the folks above couldn’t haul them up, and the ones below had nowhere to foothold. Plus, Marsh was out cold, his head lolling back, worsening his injuries.
Eugene was frantic. He looked around for any vines to splice together, hoping to use, the tree trunk for leverage.
But the vines here were thin as a hair, useless for the task.
The situation was critical. He ignored the pain in his back and clung to Marsh’s waist with all his might.
But this wasn’t a real solution. They had to get up. Otherwise, everyone would run out of strength and just watch them fall.
Meanwhile, up in the dense forest above, a group emerged.
Shielded by trees and shrubs, they could vaguely see the black–clad figures below but couldn’t tell who they were. The numbers didn’t add up, and there was no sign of Lance.
They spotted the people below dragging a rope.
“Let’s go check it out,” Abbot said.
With over ten men, even up close, the Dragon Ash Werewolves wouldn’t be an easy target.
“Let’s move!” Stewart agreed. The people below seemed desperate. They should go see what was up.
Abbot heard footsteps behind him. While clinging to Marsh’s waist, he twisted to look back.
He saw a group coming down the steep slope. As the leader came into view, Abbot’s blood rushed to his head and he shouted, “Abbot! Abbot, help!”
Abbot was stunned–the voice was so familiar.
He ran down the slope and saw the ragged men dragging the rope. The one calling him had a voice he recognized but a face he didn’t.
“I’m Eugene!” Eugene choked out.
“Ah!” Abbot stumbled forward/tears streaming down his face. “Right here! I’m right here!”
“Are you Eugene? Good grief, it’s really you,” Stewart exclaimed.
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Alpha Lance is below !” Eugene gritted his teeth, not loosening his grip for a second . Help us .
Magnus lay on the ground gripping the rope, not daring to look back. He was at the front , his face red with effort . Even hearing his brother Stewart’s voice, he didn’t dare to let go and call out.
“ Come on!” Stewart shouted. The group rushed forward, replacing those below one by one to grab the
rope .
Those relieved collapsed to the ground, panting so hard they couldn’t lift a finger.
With Stewart and Abbot’s team, Lance and Marsh were soon pulled up.
But scraping against the cliff was unavoidable.
Lance lay on the ground as others carefully untied Marsh.
Magnus threw himself into Stewart’s arms and wept. “Stewart, I thought I’d never see you again.”
Stewart stood there for a moment.
When he’d first seen this dark–faced man, he hadn’t thought it was Magnus. He hadn’t expected…
He hadn’t expected him to still be alive.
Stewart shoved him away and scrutinized him from head to toe–though his looks had changed, he recognized him.
He laughed through tears. “You’ve aged and gotten uglier. What happened to you?”
“Don’t just reunion. Check on the others,” someone said.
Lance could barely catch his breath, his hands trembling nonstop.
After Marsh was lowered from his back, he called out a few times, but Marsh remained unconscious.
Stewart and Abbot looked at the eleven people before them and tears streamed down their faces–thank goodness, so many were still alive.
But Marsh’s condition was the most pressing.
Klein was at a loss. Though skilled in massage, this wasn’t the issue. Marsh’s wounds had clearly become infected, causing a high fever–a grave situation.
“Let’s go!” Victor’s roar echoed from below the cliff. He arrived with his men, but how many could scale this sheer cliff was anyone’s guess.
“This is Dragon Ash territory. Any intruders will die!”
“Move!” Lance struggled to his feet, glanced at the fuming Victor below, and ordered, “Quick evacuation .” Let them climb. Not many would make it up–those saplings were almost uprooted. “Alpha Lance!” Victor bellowed. “You’re sly. No good faith in negotiations, just tricks?”
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“When your Dragon Ash werewolves invaded the Southern Border, there were no terms discussed, Lance countered.
He waved his hand. “Farewell, Victor!”
He straightened his back and walked step by step. Naturally, after just a few steps, the people below the cliff could no longer see them.
After walking for a short distance, Lance’s shoulders slumped, and he was completely exhausted–his hands seemed not to belong to him anymore and couldn’t even follow the movement of his legs.
Stewart carried Marsh on his back, and Abbot insisted on carrying Eugene.
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