Chapter 740: Methods (1/2)
“Return? This… Sir Bloodbeard, it won’t be too appropriate for us to go back. Those people might take this opportunity to attack you.”
Bloodbeard didn’t seem to mind, though. “Let them try, I’ll just push this matter into their hands if they do. Humph, I don’t believe they can remain calm after the loss of the Staff of Revival. I’ll let them have this contribution!”
The werewolf elder pondered for a moment before saying, “Do you mean to say this matter isn’t that simple?”
Bloodbeard revealed a sinister smile. “It’ll be extremely difficult. Gary is dead, Gillette is dead, yet we have no idea who our enemies are apart from the fact that they might be demonkin. And even that is just a possibility. Additionally, I feel that the recent changes in the Black Grove are quite peculiar. It might be related to this case.”
The elder nodded in due seriousness.
Bloodbeard said, “That’s why we should let them do it.”
“But Sir, it’s been a long time since you’ve made contributions. Your rankings...”
Bloodbeard smiled. “Rankings are relative. Even if I stay right where I am, my rankings will shoot up if others fall. Besides...”
He paused for a moment at this point. “Dead people have no ranks.”
Moments later, the large airship collected its soldiers and flew away.
Atop one of the trees in the Black Grove, Nighteye lowered the Carol of Shadows. “How come they’re gone? I sensed a fairly powerful fellow inside, at least a virtuous count.”
Qianye appeared quite serious as he said, “He must’ve given up because he sensed something wrong. This fellow’s senses are quite sharp, he’ll be a troublesome opponent.”
Nighteye said after some thought, “This kind of talent is quite rare even in Evernight. Yet, we have encountered two such people in the outskirts of the neutral lands. Is it a coincidence?”
“Perhaps it isn’t, it’s possible that such talents are common in the neutral lands.”
“True, they’d probably die pretty fast without it.”
Qianye gazed at the vanishing airship and said, “Let’s go and see if there’s anything in town we can use or recycle. We need to be prepared because the next person to come won’t be so easy to handle.”
“That’s not a certainty. Did you notice? The Wolf King’s men are quite similar to the expeditionary army. His subordinates are mostly half-independent and don’t belong to any single force. As long as they’re safe, they wouldn’t care about anyone else’s death. Actually, the same goes for Evernight under most circumstances. So, the next force might be similar in strength, at most a bit more powerful.”
Qianye nodded. “You have a point, but the necessary preparations must still be done.”
“Oh right, let’s bring Zhuji next time.”
“Zhuji? No, she’s too young.”
“Arachne can hunt since birth. Now is the best time for her to learn combat arts. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.”
Qianye gave it some thought but agreed in the end. Surely, his understanding of arachne couldn’t compare to someone who had grown up on the Evernight side. Little Zhuji really did need more polishing. The arachne could fight since birth because they had evolved through millions of years of cruelty. Those who couldn’t do so had gone extinct along the river of time.
Several days later, within the totem room of the Wolf King’s main camp. The atmosphere here was austere—everyone was treading lightly, and even the wargs were hiding in the shadows with their tails between their legs.
That roar just now had echoed within a hundred miles, a testament to just how furious the Wolf King was. One would only have himself to blame if he were to trigger the king’s wrath.
The Wolf King was seated upon the high throne in the totem chamber, the steel hand rest of which had already been twisted out of shape.
“Demonkin, you’re telling me it’s the work of demonkin!? Did I raise such a bunch of trash? This is the Eastern Sea, how can there be any demonkin!?”
Bloodbeard lay prostrated on the ground, not daring to raise his head. Several werewolf soldiers nearby lay badly mangled and didn’t even look like werewolves anymore. These were the soldiers who had survived the ordeal in that small town. Now, they had burst apart under the furious Wolf King’s aura.
After an episode of roaring and raging, the Wolf King managed to calm down a bit. The werewolf elder on one of the side seats said, “Great Chief, Gillette sent this information on the verge of his death. It’s likely true.”
The Wolf King seemed fairly respectful of this elder. He forced down the flames of his fury and said, “Great Elder, how can there be any demonkin in the Eastern Sea? What kind of demonkin would come to this damned place?”
The great elder replied, “You can’t be so sure. There are demonkin operating in the Spider Emperor’s area.”
The Wolf King seemed somewhat upset at the mention of the Spider Emperor.
A werewolf general below said, “Humph, that old spider used to be called Spider King but changed his name to Spider Emperor when our great chief received the title of Wolf King. Absolutely shameless.”
The Wolf King said while gripping the hand rest, “That old spider is still a bit stronger than I am. It’s his business what he wants to call himself, no need to pay him any attention.”
The general was unsatisfied. “How dare he call himself Spider Emperor when he doesn’t even dare to challenge Zhang Buzhou!? He might not be the great chief’s match in a real fight.”
The elder shouted, “Enough! Are you trying to make the chief fight the Spider Emperor?”