My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1242 - 478: Mountain Gathering_1

Chapter 1242: Chapter 478: Mountain Gathering_1

The moment Verna bit down, the final outcome of this battle was destined.

Yet, Borg persevered for four hours in the Blaze Spirit’s Tier-8 Pure Fire, eventually being reduced to "charcoal". All that remained was about two handfuls of black dust. Owen Bertram noticed Nine Realms Sky standing guard beside the Great Chieftain, but his attention was constantly on him, so he commented: "It must be excellent fertilizer."

It was then that Nine Realms Sky felt relieved.

However, Owen Bertram suddenly heard a "hiss, hiss, hiss" sound from behind. The sound was familiar, and he suddenly felt uneasy. Turning around quickly, he saw Verna clutching the Ancestral Witch Battle Robe, gnashing her small silver teeth and ripping a few holes in this invaluable Witchcraft Instrument...

Owen Bertram seized it hastily, exclaiming, "My wasteful little sister!" Originally it only had one hole and could still be used, but now it looked like "beggar’s rags," how could they possibly use it?

Verna, looking somewhat puzzled, glanced at her brother: "But you said you wanted fertilizer, didn’t you?" Owen Bertram had a thought and pointed to the Ancestral Witch Battle Robe, asking: "This is fertilizer?" Verna seriously nodded: "If you rip it into pieces and bury it in our backyard, it will certainly fertilize the land."

Owen Bertram had known that his sister had inexplicably exceptional talent in "hunting" and "cooking," but this time it was related to "planting". He couldn’t help but follow up: "Really? Are you sure? I don’t believe it."

Verna nodded vigorously: "I wouldn’t lie to you, Brother..." Nine Realms Sky, over at that end, pricked up his ears, his attention focused over here. What could Owen Bertram do when he looked at the dilapidated Ancestral Witch Battle Robe? He casually tossed it back to her: "Brother trusts you."

The Great Chieftain, having secretly swallowed seven types of witch medicines, had stabilized his injuries and felt invigorated again! He covertly communicated with Nine Realms Sky: Your Excellency, if we were to collaborate, could we make these Wu dogs forever sleep under the snow mountains of the Northern Plains?

Nine Realms Sky was startled, thinking ’Don’t you understand how desperately I pleaded in order to save your life? Can you please not go throwing it away now?’. Even though he knew that, to you men, this was indeed a great humiliation, isn’t it better to be alive than to die...

Given Nine Realms Sky’s refusal, the Great Chieftain was filled with indignation. This Snow Mountain Ancient Destruction Domain incident had truly led him to lose his wife and break his troops: the youthful Heavens’ Chosen of the Northern Plains had been almost completely decimated, all of Borg’s four divine weapons were lost, and all his confidants were killed by the Borg Witch Soul during this battle.

However, what pained him most was the fact that at this moment, he was unaware that the phrase "lose one’s wife and break one’s troops" was a factual statement, and not a metaphorical expression for him.

Owen Bertram, at this point, had freed up his hands and was giving the Great Chieftain a pointed look. Nine Realms Sky was startled, thinking ’Please stop verbally provoking him’. The next moment, with a slash through the air, Nine Realms Sky exhibited his full strength, teleporting both the Great Chieftain and himself to a spot thousands of miles away, vanishing without a trace.

Owen Bertram gave a snort, thinking to himself ’What are you so nervous about?’. This time, indeed, he had given a real blow to the Northern Plains’ dignity. Owen Bertram paraded in, snatched the treasures of the Northern Plains ancestors right in front of the Northern Plains Great Chieftain, and swaggered back out again.

If the truth of this incident were to be known, the prestige of the Great Chieftain among the 36 Tribes of the Northern Plains would definitely plummet.

Owen Bertram signaled to the others: "Let’s get going." He pointed to Glenn Mitchell: "You and that girl, Windsor, give each other a Communication Talisman. From now on, she is your subordinate."

Glenn Mitchell furrowed his brows, about to explain to the Lord that espionage was not his forte, when he was silenced by a stern look from him: "Carry out your order!"

"Yes." Glenn Mitchell had no choice but to comply. He then returned to the Snow Mountain Ancient Destruction Domain—Windsor wasn’t brought along by Owen Bertram when he left. When Windsor heard that she would be reporting directly to Glenn Mitchell from now on, she blushed and agreed with a coy embarrassment.

Glenn Mitchell snorted, muttering under his breath about this Northern female’s naivety, ’You agreed? This is Lord’s order, it’s not up for discussion, you can only agree!’ He sensed that with such a subordinate, he was most likely in for a headache in the future.

Glenn Mitchell was right. In the days that followed, every night when everyone was sound asleep, the naive Northern girl would always activate the Communication Talisman and "report her work" to him. She would tell him about everything from what she did today, what she ate, who she met, progress in her cultivation, problems she encountered, and even the most trivial things!

Unable to bear it anymore, Glenn Mitchell scolded her harshly seven or eight times. But every time, the girl would just nod and say she understood. However, after a few days, she would revert to her old habits, chattering on about every single tedious detail of her life just like an incessant squirrel!

But, that’s a story for another time. After giving Windsor the Communication Talisman, Owen Bertram waved his sleeve, "Let’s go!" This time, Owen Bertram wanted to seize the opportunity to undermine the Great Chieftain’s prestige to pave the way for Windsor’s future ascension. So, he arrived discreetly but left flamboyantly with a Celestial Warship! The warship stormed through the skies of the Northern Plains, the large-scale magical instruments disrupting the hunting activities of a large tribe. Only then did they leisurely left the Northern Plains, heading back to the Summit Metropolitan Office.

The Great Chieftain, teleported thousands of miles away, was screaming in rage. Nine Realms Sky really wanted to persuade him that Owen Bertram had also saved your life, potentially even saved the entirety of the 36 Tribes of the Northern Plains. If he hadn’t restrained Borg’s Witch Soul, you would have already become a sacrifice for the Witch Soul by now. Then the black smoke would disperse, feeding on people one tribe at a time.