Chapter 839

These were the Eight Warlords of the Whalen Brigade.

They had never been defeated all these years.

How could they be dead?

"What kind of schemes did you employ? How could my Eight Warlords have died at your hands?" Nathan demanded.

He could hardly believe this was real.

To a certain extent, losing the Eight Warlords was even more tragic than the loss of the electric transmission channel and the oilfield.

As long as the Eight Warlords were still around, Nathan would have the ability to take back whatever was lost. There was no telling how many competitors the Eight Warlords had helped him defeat over the years.

"Could the Dark Monarch have struck?" Nathan said, horrified.

"That's right. You guessed it. The Dark Monarch has made a move," Frederick said, smiling.

Nathan gasped when he heard this.

After the Dark Monarch had withdrawn from the Northern Frontier, he went incognito. No matter what happened, he never seemed to step in.

What exactly was Frederick's relationship wit