War Hero on the Thunder

"Commander Nash, the enemy nation sent a letter of surrender. They're offering to surrender three thousand miles of land in exchange for our Southmere forces to withdraw." "How dare they provoke the mighty Dragonstone. After being crushed by Commander Nash, do they really think that a mere three thousand miles will suffice to end the war? How preposterous!" In the war room on the border of Southmere in Dragonstone, the eyes of eleven generals were fixed upon a young man seated at the head of the table. He was dressed in military attire, his eyes were piercing, and his presence radiated an intense fervor. This man was Nash Xavier, the Lord Commander of Southmere! Six years ago, he entered Southmere as a fugitive, and step by step, he climbed up from the ranks, reversing Southmere's fortunes. After six years of intense battles, he single handedly killed the enemy nation's nine war gods, causing the whole army to tremble in fear. Thus, the offer of surrender now lay before him. Th

"Be good and take your medicine. Mom says that if you take it, you'll get better," said young Beatrice, as she carefully fed the frail Nash his medicine, her angelic face showing a healing smile. From an early age, Nash was born sickly, and a fortune teller once predicted he would not live past ten years of age. "You're all a bunch of terrible people, don't you dare bully my brother!" Little Beatrice, with her hair in pigtails, stood protectively in front of Nash, who was often bullied by his classmates in third grade. She bared her teeth and tried to look fierce, but to others, she appeared not at all intimidating, but rather endearing. "W-why did my tooth fall out? It makes me sound funny when I talk, and it looks terrible... Stop laughing! You're a big meanie! I hate you!" Beatrice, having lost a tooth, was panic-stricken. Seeing Nash delighting in her misfortune, she stomped her foot in anger. "Do you like my new dress?" Whenever their mother bought Beatrice a new dress, she

A chill was sent down his spine. This feeling was reminiscent of when he had lain in a pool of blood, his life drawing to an end as he stared at death in the face. However, back then, Nash appeared before him like a warm light, using his unparalleled medical skills to pull him back from the brink of death. Now, this hellish coldness was coming from Nash himself. It was as if the sky was falling! The Lord Commander of Southmere, known for his brilliant strategies and ability to control the battlefield with a single thought, had become this impulsive uncontrollable beast because of his fallen sister! The dragon emblem on the ground was glaringly bright, blinding Thelonius. Thelonius suddenly felt a sense of realization. The person orchestrating all of this had made a grave mistake. A mistake so terrible that it was absurd. No matter what, they should not have targeted Nash's sister in the first place! At the same time, Thelonius's inner rage grew stronger. He knew and understoo

The small private room was already crowded with five or six people, let alone with over ten. Each burly man sported various tattoos, giving off an intense and intimidating aura. These men were not the drunken fools who had been knocked out earlier; they were skilled fighters under the command of Salvator. Yorick's face turned pale, his legs trembling. He pleaded, "Mr. Quirke! Please spare my son! It's all my fault! I..." "Get out of the way!" Harbour didn't even glance at Yorick, nor did he look at Nash. His eyes fell on Rowena, who had stepped out of the shadows to protect Nash. His gaze was cold and tinged with lust. This woman had almost killed him. He needed to make her suffer. "So, are you Nash's lover?" Harbour licked his lips and arrogantly laughed, "Did you know that he's a fugitive? I'll give you a chance. Kneel before me and I might forget about what happened earlier. From now on, follow me and live a life of luxury." "Those who commit evil will not escape their f

The ancestral home of House Xavier was brightly lit. The five-section compound that was built in an ancient style was located in the highly-valued Spring Mountain Villa area at the outskirts of Weightford. The plaque that had the words House Xavier that once hung on the gate had been replaced with Zephyr Mansion. The gold-edged plaque stung Yorick's eyes. "Yorick, what are you doing here?" a bodyguard blocked Yorick's path. "I... I am here to see Ysabel Zephyr," Yorick clenched his teeth and said, "Can you please inform her of my visit?" It was his own home, yet he had no authority to enter without permission. His heart was filled with indescribable sadness and anger. "Wait here." After the bodyguard left, Yorick clenched his fists tightly with sweaty palms. He was both furious and worried. What if Ysabel refused to see him? If possible, Yorick never wanted to see this woman again in his life. The entire House Xavier had been wrecked by her. All the properties that once belon