Alice in the Land of Steam

Did Chapter 392 really reveal the information?

In the dark night, a pair of cold silver-gray vertical pupils fixed indifferently on the three uninvited guests in front of him.

The sturdy body, slender snout, pointed ears, and non-human appearance: the silver-white hair covering most of the body surface, standing up like steel needles, but giving people a soft feeling under the cold wind, like a smooth and shining piece of silk. The hairless parts show solid muscles, dyed with a low obsidian color like a rock, almost blending into the deep darkness.

His limbs are strong, he stands up, slightly hunched over, his two front limbs hanging down past his knees, his two hind limbs are biting the steel plate under his feet tightly, leaving deep dents, and he is ready to strike at any time. Between his rough palms, each sharp claw is like a dagger, flashing a cold light.

As a species with a human-like appearance, the facial contours of a werewolf are actually not much different from those of a human. Therefore, Lingge can see a unique temperament from the lines of his facial features. Those hard, rigid and slightly crazy auras seem contradictory, yet strangely blended.

His eyes swept across coldly, replacing the obscure observation with direct and sharp scrutiny. There was an unspoken sense of oppression, like a beast entrenched in its hunting ground, selecting its next prey. From the corner of his left eye, there was a hideous scar crawling to the lower jaw of his right face. It was a horrible wound that almost split his head in two. It was hard to imagine how many life-and-death battles he had experienced in the past, so that he could leave this scar with a calm and introspective mentality, and use its existence to remember something.

This is a dangerous guy, probably more dangerous and more powerful than all the enemies he has encountered so far.

He had not yet shown any intention to attack, but Linger was not sure whether this was because he really had no desire to attack, or it was a disguise, and he was actually lurking, waiting to launch a fatal surprise attack. It is a well-known truth that the more powerful the beast in the wilderness, the more cunning it is.

The young man faced it calmly, standing in the front and bearing all the pressure from the beast, as if he was facing a natural disaster in ancient times. At the same time, a hand quietly made a gesture behind his back, alerting Saint Shallia and Alice to be ready to fight back at any time.

He didn't want to strike first because a mysterious premonition in his mind kept warning him: the party that attacked first would definitely suffer a huge blow. Therefore, lying dormant and patient was the best option before the enemy took action.

The other party seemed to think so too.

Ling'er's judgment comes from the priest's favor magic [Premonition], while his judgment comes from the instinct of wild beasts and the rich experience gained from jungle hunting.

The three humans in front of him - to be precise, two humans and a silver elf, are not ordinary magicians. The magic that the silver elf used to divert his attention just now did not release any magical aura, which violated the most basic magic rules and was unpredictable; the other human girl in a maid outfit seemed ordinary on the surface, but an ordinary person would never show an excited or even eager expression when facing a werewolf. Her hand was pressing on a strange silver-white cube at her waist. It must be some kind of unique seal, right?
As for the young man who was confronting him, he was even more interesting.

An intriguing look flashed in the werewolf's eyes. He suddenly spoke, and his voice was completely different from what everyone expected. It was low and a little hoarse, which easily reminded people of a lone wolf walking alone in the sunset. But that was just because he was trying his best to suppress the violence and impulse boiling in his chest, because he needed the most appropriate time to let them burst out, rather than wasting them on these unknown people: "Your smell is very special, human."

He sniffed lightly, his animal eyes pondering, like the best perfumer tasting spices, and he commented slowly: "It's a mixture of many kinds of smells: confusion, fear, bondage, desire. Only the human mind is so complicated, because they are always troubled by this boring smell. What else? Silver elves, light elves, and traveler fairies, it's really strange, how long have I not seen them on this land... But these are not important. The most important thing is that you have the smell of Rochelle: the fishy smell of earth, the rotten smell of mud, and the turbid smell of sand and rock, exactly the same as the big scorpion he followed. Do you know that guy? What is the relationship between him and you?"

Linger was surprised when he heard him say Rochelle's name, but he remained calm on the surface and replied calmly: "This is also the question I want to ask: Do you know Rochelle? What is your relationship with him? I think it is considerate etiquette to introduce yourself clearly before asking about someone's identity."

"Really? Actually, I am not interested in human etiquette and rules. After all, many years ago, my ancestors have proved their hypocrisy and weakness to me." The werewolf grinned, revealing a mouthful of cold teeth, but for some reason, this action gave people a sense of elegance. If you ignore its appearance, it will even make people feel that they are talking to an old nobleman from the classical period: "But I respect the opinions of my guests, so as a gesture of etiquette, let me introduce myself. My name is Gundaruf Neoersu. Someone once called me the Duke of Neoersu, but that person was later eaten by me because I don't like this name. If you don't want to experience the wolf's appetite yourself, you might as well use another name that I like more as your name-"

His teeth clashed lightly, making a chilling sound, and he spoke word by word: "I am the leader of the Silver Moon, the son of Neo-Esu, the Moon Devouring Wolf, the 'Moon of Biting and Killing', Gundalufu."

"Neo-Esu?"

Lingge's mind immediately flashed with the legend of Saint Jun Neo, the story of how the descendants of the wolf god established an eternal kingdom in the Taguao wilderness, which was also one of the origins of the five ancient clans of Metosh. Until now, the Neoesu family is still the oldest and most mysterious family in the capital Elfaran, secretly controlling the dark world of Taguao Province. The head of the family is extremely powerful and is respected as the "Godfather" by businessmen, capitalists, farmers, mercenaries, killers, gang leaders and all lawless elements. It is said that the first thing the Prime Minister of Metosh has to do after taking office is to visit the Godfather at Downton Abbey on the outskirts of the capital, otherwise all his decrees cannot leave the Lengcui Palace, which is the Prime Minister's executive residence.

But they are just thieves who stole this surname. The real Neoesu is not a human being, but the wolf son that the True people once followed. Although he had died long ago, even his descendants were forced to hide in the vast Xugen Swamp under the constant pressure of the united sect. They don't look like a pack of wolves, but more like wild dogs fleeing in panic, whimpering and howling.

Lingge didn't expect that he would meet the descendants of the Neoersu family here - could it be that the werewolf tribe's attack on the Temple of Judgment this time was to vent their past anger and regain the glory of their family name?
But the Port of Desolate Rain has always been ruled by the Valenhild family, and the outliers who established the Bloodfang family are the shadow vampires in the dark. Even if they really want to attack the Port of Desolate Rain and take back control of the city, it should be led by the vampires. Why would it be the turn of the Neoersu family?
As if he could see what Lingge was thinking, Gundaruf’s ugly but wild face showed a sarcastic sneer: “Valenhildr’s hairless bats are just a group of frightened little mice. It is unrealistic to expect them to be attached to their hometown. But it doesn’t matter. They will join our alliance eventually. Maybe not today, maybe not on their own initiative - it doesn’t matter. They will join. They have no choice.”

His tone was filled with cold, arrogant, yet unquestionable self-confidence, as if everything he said would eventually become reality.

"alliance?"

Ling Ge keenly caught this word, and he subconsciously asked: "Is it the alliance of the five major families?"

Gundarov looked at him with interest, and Lingge realized that he had asked a very stupid question. It was not that he could not ask, but that he should not ask - can you expect a guy who you meet for the first time and is suspected to be an enemy to take the initiative to reveal important information to you?

It's not like I'm playing the RPG game that Alice mentioned.

When he was thinking this, the werewolf in front of him suddenly shook his head: "No."

The ugly wolf face was clearly smiling, but there was no trace of smile in the eyes. It only made people feel cold, and even the tone of voice was chilling: "The five major families are a story of the past. It will be a lifelong shame for me to have the same surname as those lowly humans. Only by pursuing true power can I create an undefeated alliance, baptize myself with the blood of the slaughterer, and bury all authority and order. That is exactly what we said, to resist the light in the darkness, to create resistance with destruction-"

"The Thirteen Hermits."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)