Chapter 176: The Games (VIII): Racist Shaman (1/2)

It was like something out of a movie, of course this wasn't a movie but as real as it could ever get. Rezar watched as the pups stopped struggling within their mother's womb and the direwolf gave birth to them, one after the other without pain or stress. Honestly Rezar didn't think what he was trying to do would actually work, he was actually just relying on a bunch and trying to help, the fact that it helped left him stumped because he didn't expect it to work.

”Thank you!”

”That's impossible!”

Two voices at the same time drew Rezar out of his deep thoughts. The direwolf was no longer under his compulsion, probably because all of his intent had bee seen through. But just outside of the pen was a small crowd led by the female orc and Durga. It was the female orc that had become so shocked by what Rezar had just done that she spoke out. Rezar didn't care too much about what she thought, as he shifted his gaze down to the Cubs that were successfully out of their mother's womb.

They were slick and slimy, and their eyes were pretty much closed, but they had pitch black fur on their bodies, with a gift of fur on their head that was pure white. Their eyes were closed, but Rezar knew should they ever open it, it would be an eerie shade of blue that would leave everyone else feeling like they were looking at the wolves of death themselves, but then again they might not be wrong as Rezar felt a connection to them.

In Orcish methods, the best way to train a Direwolf is to get bonded with it at a young age, and that was done when the direwolf opened it's eyes for the first time. Rezar already felt a connection to them, he had no idea why he was led to use words like that, so much that he put all seven direwolves in a collective and completely changed their face, they were no longer direwolves but Wolf Kings. Now that shouldn't be a race, but a title, but it seems it crossed into that realm.

”Nothing is impossible, I've heard that when there's a will there's a way. I take it I've passed this trial and can proceed to the next.” Rezar asked as he got up to his feet from his crouching position besides the direwolf mother.

”Indeed you have passed this trial, the Cubs would be delivered to you and your people once the third and final trial is over. And you don't have the worry about them being exchanged or harmed, I'll keep them safe; besides sight heir unique features, there's no way someone else would switch them.” The female orc said, as if to assure Rezar, the way she spoke to him had obviously changed, but he paid no need or mind to it.

”I'm not worried, anyone who thinks it's wise to steal from me will end up a dead man, or rather the very moment you decided to go against me or slight me in anyway, you're dead. And I have many uses for dead men. A few of my undead are on the way here, they'll keep the pups and their mother safe. Now where do we go for the final trial?” Rezar asked as he walked out of the pen, the mewling cries of the new born canines following after him as he moved farther away from them, their actions shocked everyone who was standing there.

Sure they were just born, but to the orcs present they knew direwolves didn't cry or keep when they're born, all they did was eat. And it was either the corpse of their mother, or if she was still alive they'll eat her, or food should the person responsible for taking care of the direwolves throw them some food. They don't beg or posture for anything, all they did was take whatever they wanted, when they wanted.

”The final trial would begin immediately, there's a cleared out valley dungeon further east and at the foot of the Breone mountains. The horde has a doorway that can take us to valley, the only problem is that the doorway would drop the competitors in different locations in the valley rather than a set location. The valley can't be escaped except from the doorway that's planted in the middle of the valley, the aim of the third and final competition is to get to the doorway.