Chapter 420 - : Snow Wolf King (1/2)
Chapter 420: Snow Wolf King
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Stop it!”
Carried by the wind, a wizened voice drifted into the valley. Its timbre had an ancient and eternal quality to it. The Overlords watched in surprise as the wolves stopped cold in their tracks after they heard the voice.
Under everyone’s surprised watch, the group of werewolves dispersed in the middle, making a way for a shriveled old man with dry white hairs. The old man’s wrinkled face was covered with yellow blotches and was the color of tree bark. He breathed laboriously after each step.
The ferocious werewolves lowered their heads quietly with a great measure of deference.
“An old man is in charge of this large group of monsters? They all listened to him?” Everyone was dumbfounded by the development.
The Old man walked over to the wolf pack and bowed to Chen Fan slightly.
“Honorable Human Overlord, please forgive my children. They had no idea that you are a living legend.”
The old man spoke in Russian in a heavy Siberian accent. However, most people could understand his words.
“The Werewolves are your offspring?”
Chen Fan looked around at the old man with great interest. Despite the old man’s shriveled-up appearance, he could sense pulsing energy like the undercurrent of magma inside an active volcano. Chen Fan had never registered such energy in any warrior he had met so far.
Even the energy inside of Takemiya Hiro or Adam paled in comparison with his.
“Indeed. Many of them are my grandsons and great-grandsons. Some of them are my great-great-grandsons. I am the leader of the pack, you can call me Snowwolf King.”
The old man said while breathing heavily.
“Great-great grandson? How old are you?” Someone put in.
“Ummm… Excuse me, but I have forgotten how old I am. I remembered that the great war had not yet started when I was a child. I left the tundra in my youth and fought for the Russians against the Ottoman. After that, I retired here ever since.” The old man said slowly.
Everyone was terrified by what they heard.
World War started in 1914, and by then, the old man was already a middle-aged man. How old exactly was he now? A hundred twenty?
People’s mind raced and they found it hard to believe that anyone could live up to a hundred and twenty years old.
“When I traveled the world, I used the name Galdan. You might have never heard of me. I have seen many Overlords during my travel, just like you guys.” Galdan tapped the ground with his wooden cane and shot a gaze at White-Hair Reaper.
“I can smell a Demon Hunter from miles away. Are you one of them? How is Van Helsing doing? Is he still kicking around?”
White-Hair Reaper was stupefied by the question. He lowered his head and answered respectfully: “My Lord, I am the twenty-seventh generation of Demon Hunter. Lord Van Helsin was the twentieth generation Demon Hunter almost a hundred years ago.”
People’s faces changed colors after they heard it.
Van Helsing was one of the most famous Demon Hunter in the 19th century. He used to work for the Christian Church and slay Dark Races all over the world during the last few glorious days of the Church. After World War One, the Church fell from grace after being embattled by new rising powers.
If the old man knew Van Helsing personally, he must be even older than people thought he was. He must be around a hundred forty or so.
“You are the twenty-seventh generation of Demon Hunters? Sigh… another half-century seemed to have slipped through my fingers.” Galdan said slowly as he looked to the distance wistfully.
He then moved his gaze toward The Fool. “Magus Poison Sect. Interesting. You must be the new Grand Magus. ”
“Indeed, my lord.” The Fool lowered his head and saluted the old man with a strange and long-forgotten gesture.
Galdan nodded and continued to scan the crowd.
He could point out each and every Dark Overlord’s lineage based on the power they possessed. He talked about some of the characters who lived a hundred years ago as if he had known them personally. He was even able to pinpoint the sect and the lineage of Yang Qinhu.
When he saw Adam, a fire lit up in his eyes.
“A church sc.u.mbag! Are you one of the Arbiter?”
“My lord, I have long since left the Church.” Adam lowered himself and saluted to the old man like a true gentleman.
Galdan nodded and then he saw Chen Fan and he nearly blanched. His eyes were filled with doubts and questions.
Everyone held their breath and waited for the two’s conversation expectantly.
It was evident that Galdan had lived a long time and had seen a lot. If he could pinpoint each and every warrior’s lineage and so he would see Chen Fans. Everyone was curious about Chen Fan’s background. He was too young to have possessed so much power and so many unimaginable spells.
“Sir, you are oriental and that reminded me of one person I met in China: the mighty figure in China. His sword attack was so powerful that it was able to stop the flow of water. I didn’t expect any veteran warriors in China could have reached Immortal State just as the mighty Lin Family member had, much less a young lad such as yourself.”
Galdan said slowly.
“I wager you are talking about the ancestor of the Lin Family.” Chen Fan replied.
“Indeed. While I was outside the valley and sensed your energy, I thought that you were one of the Lin Family’s heirs. But now, I noticed that your energy was very different than what I remembered.” Galdan furrowed brows and said.
“I have never sensed such energy in anyone else. It’s ancient, vast, boundless and… sublime. It seemed to have existed before ice claimed the tundra and before hot sand claimed the desert. I have never seen anything like it. Only in legends that I have heard in bits and pieces about a group of mighty figures in ancient Asia, could I find details that draw parallels with your power. But those legends were as old as the human race itself, and the characters in it are definitely fict.i.tious.”
So saying, Galdan shook his head to shake away the preposterous thought. He squeezed his wooden cane and gave Chen Fan a serious look.