Chapter 12 - The Werewolf King (1/2)
In his wolf form, King Ramose paced through the valley of flames as he searched for his pack. As one of the six supreme clans, their authority in the area was unquestionable, supreme, their might feared. This discouraged any lesser species from obstructing their path.
However, skirmishes between the six supreme clans were an everyday matter. Combined with the advent of the Battle of Might, even more conflicts were breaking out among the clans.
Raising his head, he howled towards the muted red sky.
”Awooo!”
”Awooo!”
At that exact moment, five shadowy figures dashed towards him.
Lit up by the intense blazing valley, the five shadow figures were revealed to be a wolf pack with wounds of various sizes covering their bodies. Their dark pelts drenched in blood, they carried the corpses of their packmates on their backs.
King Ramose froze, staring in shock and disbelief at the miserable pack.
”How...just how did this happen?” He growled in disbelief, anger and pain flashing through his dark eyes as he looked at the pack.
”It was the Bloodsucking clan, King Ramose. They ambushed us and directly drained Yulis and Gwen. We were unprepared for the sudden attack and were instantly defeated. In the end, we were only able to drag back the corpses of Yulis and Gwen, leaving the rest behind as we retreated.” With shame and quilt marring his face, the leader of the pack bowed his head as he replied chokingly.
”The bloodsucking clan! It is them again?” King Ramose roared darkly, his breathing becoming labored as he mentioned the Werewolf clan's most hated enemy.
A scene of blood and gore flashed through the wolf king's mind, morphing his appearance.
Not waiting for a response from the injured pack, he aggressively flexed his limbs and dashed into the beckoning darkness.
As the king of the werewolves, it was his duty and responsibility to protect and lead the pack, avenging their grievances and seeking explanations for any injustice done to them.
If he wasn't able to even get the vampires to provide an explanation for their actions, how could the pack rely on him and survive in the brutal Nar realm in the future?
For the survival of his pack, he had to get an explanation from the Bloodsucking clan.
The five wolves exchanged quick glances, before lowering their dead mates and dashing after their King, their sharp dark eyes glinting with an irrepressible light of hatred and vengeance.
Outside the valley of flames, there was a wide-open clearing where the ground was covered with red sand. The sand looked ordinary, but anyone who stepped on it would experience pain akin to a thousand ants biting and gnawing on their heart.
Even the strongest members of the demons and devils clan had difficulties withstanding such pain.
Currently, in the midst of the red sand stood a dozen vampires that had blood dripping from their mouths and flesh sticking on their faces. As cold-blooded creatures that felt no pain, and ones whose heart were frozen, they didn't have any fear of standing on the red sand.
While they watched the approaching wolf pack, their gazes filled with disdain and scorn, provokingly inciting them to enter the clearing.
Blind with rage and hatred, the wolf pack unwaveringly entered the clearing, lunging at the vampires without hesitation.
Very soon, snarls and growls with the tearing of flesh and splashing of blood resounded through the air as the two opposing sides clashed without restrain.
However, the vampires were surprised. They did not see the expected pain on the werewolves' faces from stepping onto the red sand. In confusion and shock, they disengaged and slowly retreated.
On the other side of the battlefield, stood two figures. One a large black wolf with deep dark eyes and the other a tall, lean man with black hair and pale blue eyes.
The two's gazes clashed as they silently observed and circled one another, looking for an opening to attack and deliver a severe blow.
Although the vampires were fearless and deadly with their unmatchable number, speed, and venomous fangs, the werewolves were not to be underestimated either.
Their greatest advantage lied in their claws that cleaved flaming mountains in two and sharp eyes that could penetrate through any disguise and deception.
At times, their sight even allowed them to control their opponents' minds for a period of time.
Most importantly, among the six clans, the werewolf clan had the strongest regenerative ability, their strength without a match against the demon clan.
And in a battle between life and death, their great stamina allowed them to last longer than their opponents, ending the scuffles, usually, within their favor.
Which is why, even though the werewolf clan was the smallest clan among the six clans, with not even the ability to reproduce among themselves, it was still able to stand strong among the ranks of the supreme clans.
A hundred meters from the red sand was a cliff with flaming edges as sharp as knives.
The wolf king, King Ramose led the vampire pack leader, Luke, away from the clearing. At the knife cliffs, their battle would not influence the skirmish of the two engaged parties.
”Luke, today I will make sure that your pack pays for attacking members of the werewolf clan.” Wolf king Ramose resolutely declared.
”Enough talk. You must have what it takes to make me pay, otherwise, your pack will become our next feeding source.” Luke indifferently replied.