From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 475

He said, “How dare you try to seduce my woman? I’ll make sure you die and are unburied.

“Drag him out and let my wolf cubs have him for a snack.”

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Trevor’s knuckles crunched under the pressure, and cold sweat dripped from his hair onto his neck.

However, he gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound.

He turned his head, his blood–smeared vision falling on Abigail, whose arms were pinned behind her.

Abigail’s temples were disheveled, and her cheeks still had red marks from being pushed by the knights.

Her bright eyes were now full of tears, staring at him without blinking.

“Trent Helberg, you beast!” Abigail suddenly struggled violently. “Come at me. Let Trevor go!”

Trent chuckled, pressing down harder with the sole of his boot.

He watched the veins bulge on Trevor’s forehead, his face filled with glee.

“Coming to you? My little beauty, he was the one who had thoughts he shouldn’t have.”

He suddenly leaned down, lowering his voice, saying, “Do you think you can protect her with your little ability?

“After you become wolf dung, I’ll let her watch with her eyes who she should rely on.”

A furious roar escaped Trevor’s throat as he suddenly tried to raise his head and slam it into Trent, but the long blade at his neck kept him from moving.

The cold blade cut through his skin, and blood snaked down his neck.

He stared at Trent coldly, cursing, “You’re a bastard.”

“Take him away. Let Abigail see how he’s torn to pieces by the wolves.” Trent’s smile vanished, and he issued the order.

Two knights stepped forward with grimaces, one grabbing Trevor by the back of his collar, the other kicking the back of his knee, dragging him toward the wolf pen on the west side of the camp.

“Trevor.” Abigail’s shrill cry was like a knife piercing Trevor’s heart.

He struggled to turn his head and saw Trent pinching Abigail’s chin, forcing her to watch him being dragged

away.

Her tears fell like beads from a broken string, scattering in the night wind.

Pebbles scraped Trevor’s knees and elbows, and bloodstains dragged long marks in the sand.

He felt life slipping away little by little. His vision began to blur, but the howling of wolves beside his ears became clearer and clearer.

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The knights opened the gate, and Trevor was pushed in. A dozen hungry wolves immediately pounced on

him.

“No…” Abigail screamed, forced to beg Trent. “Let him go, and I will marry you.

Looking at the tears on Abigail’s face, Trent’s eyes were full of pleasure.

He slammed Abigail to the ground and sneered, “It’s too late to beg me now. I want you to watch how Trevor dies miserably.”

Abigail tried to rush over but was pulled back hard.

Just as the dire wolves pounced on Trevor, a dozen or so feathered arrows suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Those dire wolves were all shot through with arrows and fell to the ground, twitching.

Everyone was shocked to see the scene in the distance.

A team of elite iron cavalry was seen treading through the yellow sand, rolling in.

The leader was covered in fine armor, exuding a murderous aura.

He sat upright on a divine black horse, his face as cold and stern as an ice sculpture.

His long and narrow eyes swept over the camp, and wherever his gaze fell, the knights of the White Sheep Tribe could not help but shrink back.

Someone saw the man’s face clearly, and a look of fear appeared. “It’s the Prince Regent of the Grand Luminary Empire…”

Xander gently raised his hand.

The iron cavalry behind him instantly changed formation. Archers drew their bows, the cold tips of their arrows aimed directly at Trent and his group.

He rode forward, his voice transmitted through his helmet, carrying a metallic coldness.

“The White Sheep Tribe and Grey Wolf Tribe intend to provoke disharmony between our empire and the Thirteen Tribes, so I have come to suppress them. You all, why don’t you quickly surrender?”

Abigail stared blankly at the tall figure, suddenly remembering what Trevor had said: Xander Cavendish, the Prince Regent of the Grand Luminary Empire, was a war god on the battlefield.

Ten years ago, he crushed a barbarian army of 100,000 with 3,000 iron cavalry.

A glimmer of light reignited in her eyes, and she struggled to shout, “Prince Regent, Trent is harming loyal officials and wants to collude with the Grey Wolf Tribe to rebel!”

Trent’s face was livid, and he shouted sharply, “The demon woman is talking nonsense. Drag her down for

me!”

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“Who dares to touch her?” said Xander, raising his riding crop slightly, pointing to Trent. “Capture Trent, the traitor, and the rest of you will be spared death if you lay down your weapons.”

The armored riders echoed in unison, and the sound waves shook the flags of the camp.

The people of the White Sheep Tribe were so scared that their souls flew away.

Some people disarmed themselves and knelt on the ground.

Only a small number of people were still thinking about escaping.

However, they were shot and killed by arrows before they could run far.

Before long, the grass was covered with corpses.

Trevor took the opportunity to break free and ran toward Trent.

He picked up a long knife and chopped it down on Trent’s head.

Trent was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up his weapon to resist.

However, he was no match for Trevor at all.

In just a few moves, Trevor chopped off one of his arms.

“Ah…” Trent screamed and fell to the ground, no longer with the arrogance he had displayed.

He repeatedly begged for mercy, “Spare me. Please spare me.”

Trevor glanced at Xander, whose face was expressionless.

He raised his long knife and slashed Trent’s throat, saying, “It’s too late to beg for mercy now.”

With one slash, he chopped off Trent’s head.

The people of the White Sheep Tribe trembled with fear when they saw Trent beheaded.

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