The bartender remained frozen for a long moment as Ric calmly sat back down and raised his empty mug, silently asking for another refill.Unable to decide what to do, the bartender glanced toward the tavern owner. Only after receiving a hesitant nod of approval did he move. Clutching a jug of beer with trembling hands, he slowly approached Ric and carefully poured the drink into his mug.The other patrons exchanged uneasy glances. Those who had spoken ill of Ric moments ago felt their hearts sink with dread, convinced that the Warlord would deal with them next.Meanwhile, a pale young man quietly rose from his seat and silently made his way toward the tavern's exit.Boom!Bang!A gunshot shattered the silence.The bullet struck the young man squarely in the back, and the tremendous impact hurled him through the doorway. His body landed heavily outside the tavern, lifeless before it even touched the ground."W-What?"The bartender shuddered violently. His concentration broke, causing t

Morgana led the Legion of Doom as they advanced with the precision of a perfectly trained force. Every movement was coordinated and disciplined. Some soldiers carried flintlock rifles while others wielded advanced crossbows, each man fully aware of his role within the formation.This was nothing like an ordinary army. It was a highly organized and disciplined military force equipped with sophisticated weapons that far surpassed those of a conventional militia.Morgana closed the distance to one of the Iron Wolf Tribe warriors in a single fluid motion. Her sword flashed once.The man's head separated cleanly from his body.Without sparing him another glance, she continued forward as though she had merely stepped over a fallen branch.She was like death itself, harvesting every life that crossed her path.Behind her, the Legion of Doom raised their heavy shields while the second rank extended long spikes between the gaps, maintaining their relentless advance in perfect formation.The ba

Ric was dragged toward the main tent as both women held him firmly, like a trophy.As soon as they stepped inside, Morgana shoved him forcefully onto the only bed in the tent.Yan smiled as she approached and bent over Ric, slowly removing his boots with deliberate, rhythmic movements. Meanwhile, Kahleen circled to his side, slipping off his cotton robe while pressing warm kisses up his chest to his lips. Their mouths met in a deep, passionate kiss as Ric’s hands drifted toward Kahleen’s gown only for Morgana to seize his wrists and pin them high above his head.The three women exchanged knowing glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. Morgana’s smile widened as she bound his wrists securely with a linen rope, knotting it firmly to the sturdy wooden frame of the bed. The position left him stretched out and vulnerable, his broad chest rising and falling with anticipation.“Not so fast, husband. Just allow us to serve you,” Morgana said with a mischievous smile. “You’ve ha

The moment the announcement was made, Ric's three wives sprang into action, and the temporary outpost erupted with excitement.The Legion of Doom had been waiting for this day. They understood exactly what the order meant. Their time had finally come to march into the Northwest and crush those arrogant tyrants.Many of the soldiers couldn't help but remember where they had started. Once, they had been nothing more than starving peasants with no future and no one to rely on. Under the Warlord's leadership and the guidance of his extraordinary wives, they had been transformed into a disciplined militia. Through countless battles and relentless training, that militia had gradually evolved into seasoned veterans.Now, they stood proudly as the Legion of Doom, a force that struck fear into the hearts of corrupt rulers, whispered hope and liberation to the oppressed, and became a symbol of justice wherever its banners flew. They existed to shatter tyranny, protect the innocent, and destroy

The moment Ric gave the order, an eerie silence settled over the Northwestern border.The entire battlefield seemed to hold its breath as every soldier instinctively turned their attention toward the steam-powered war machines and the armored steamboats waiting in formation. Thick plumes of white steam drifted into the cold morning air while the deep rumble of engines echoed like the growl of slumbering beasts.Ric stood at the very front of the army with his three extraordinary wives beside him.Ahead of them loomed the massive reinforced gate of the Northwestern Fortress, a heavily fortified entrance the enemy believed to be impregnable. Towering stone walls stretched across the mountain pass, while countless defenders watched from above with confidence, convinced that no force could break through their final line of defense.Ric inhaled slowly before giving a slight nod toward Lady Yan.Understanding his intention immediately, Lady Yan smiled faintly before turning to Morgana."Let