Chapter 93 - Start Of The Battle Of Wit (2/2)
”Everything is exactly as you requested. We're ready to take action whenever you're ready.”
”Hmm, very good. Give me a moment.”
Facing the vampire, Ramose wrathfully swept his gaze over him and the other three leaders.
Caught unprepared by his sharp, piercing glare, the beasts were immediately alarmed as they looked back in confusion.
What's the Wolf King's problem now? Was he going to start a fight? Just because his mate went to engage the other races, it didn't mean he could take his frustration out on them!
With vigilant eyes, the three leaders stared back in apprehension. They were already in their battle stances.
Even though they felt displeased at the Werewolf king's unreasonable action, it didn't mean that they had forgotten the last lesson at the Stadium of Battle Arenas.
If he desired, the wolf had the ability to take them all on and come out on top.
”Snort! Werewolf King, what are you trying to do? Even if you're unhappy, don't forget. The proposal for this Battle of Wars was brought up by the serpentine herself.” Luke was similarly displeased with Versailles' participation in the battles.
Because she was fighting for the right to be with the werewolf.
However, he had to put on an unconcerned appearance to mislead the present beasts.
Later, when he left to snatch Versailles away, no one would immediately suspect him. This would give him enough time to leave with the girl.
”I am aware of the fact that it was brought up by her. But I am also aware of the fact that she was forced to take such a stand. If I don't pull a chunk out of your fleshes today, then my heart will never be at peace.”
And with that, Ramose lunged, transforming in midair.
”Grrrrrr!”
Snarling savagely, he attacked the three leaders without any restrain, anger and ruthlessness palpitating off his huge black frame.
”You're crazy, Werewolf King!” The Eagle King shrieked in disbelief. He wasn't truly expecting the Werewolf King to attack.
After all, the Battle of Wars concerned every race within the realm. Surely, he wouldn't take such a step without repeatedly thinking over the consequences, right?
Such a step, could earn the wrath of the entire Nar realm races!
Unfortunately, it seemed like they were the ones that had drastically underestimated the beast's feelings towards his mate.
Howl!
Bang!
The instant Ramose clashed with her, the Demon Queen reared back and stepped out of his attacking range, having no intention in exchanging blows with him.
'Getting beaten once is enough. I have no desire to experience the feeling again.'
Crossing her arms, she nonchalantly viewed the skirmish from the side.
Grrrrrr!
Bang! Bang!
In two successive strikes, Ramose sent the Eagle King and Devil King shooting through the air.
Flipping backwards, they barely managed to land on their feet, saving themselves from disgrace.
However, there was a tiny trace of blood smeared on the corner of their lips. Without doubt, they were injured in the brief exchange.
Swiveling, Ramose turned on the Supreme Elder of the Bloodsucking clan.
The later was prepared for his attack, and the two fiercely snarled and growled as they rolled on the flaming ground. Bit marks and wounds littered their bodies, but the two had no intention of stopping.
The spectating beasts that failed to pass the previous Battle of Wars, the Battle of Might, watched the proceedings with trepidation and apprehension.
They drew back from the entangled duo, fearful of getting pulled into their struggle. Because if that happened, they were sure to lose their puny lives.
”Roarrr!”
At this time, the two entangled beasts finally separated apart, gasping desperately for breath.
Vicious wounds of various sizes and shapes appeared on the two's figures, bleeding profusely as they glared at each other.
Just as the two were about to lung at one another again, an amplified harsh sound rang out, freezing them in their tracks.
”Enough! Werewolf King, if you start another scuffle here, we will have to terminate the battles.” The witches had had enough of the rampaging Werewolf King.
Even though the realm was without orders and regulations, some occasions could never be disrespected. One such occasion, was the Battle of Wars.
Ramose darkly glared at the six witches, rising chills in their heart.
From that one glance, they became aware. If they pushed the wolf too far, he would attack them without any hesitation.
”Hmph! Supreme Elder, we're not through yet. Next time, I will not be so restrained!”
”Same here. You should watch your back!”
Exchanging one last hateful glares, the two turned away from each other, retreating to their respective race's stations.
The frightened beasts felt as if they received amnesty, secretly breathing in relief when the two ended their brawl.
Recalling the earlier exchange, their hearts trembled in fear and they looked at the six witches with grateful eyes. If the two continued, they would have become innocent casualties.
This exchange, however, indirectly raised the importance of Versailles in the races eyes. They now considered her the Wolf King's reverse scale.
Having achieved what he desired, Ramose anxiously arrived before Olsen and the awaiting werewolves.
”Where is he? Bring him out. And remember, until I return, no one should suspect his identity. Understand?”
”Yes, Wolf King! We will make sure no one discovers anything.”
”Hmm, now take position.”
With that, Ramose entered the throng of wolf pack.
A while later, across from the five supreme clans, a large black wolf covered in wounds laid dejectedly on the flaming cracks of the Erupting Volcanos' Region, his wolf pack protectively surrounding his disheartened figure.