Throne of the North.

Chapter 730 The Second Orc War (Sixteen)

“We have not received a response from a great being for a long time, High Priest Erdi.”

On the snowy plains, the werewolf Ray Monca looked furious.

They had formed friendships with their northern companions who provided them with food, and there was no need to hide it.

Werewolves and orcs say whatever they want.

“High Priest Erdi deceived us by performing a sacrifice to another ancient and great being in an attempt to gain His favor and make us royalty once again.”

"Damn guy!"

After hearing this, Ulf roared in fury and then asked:
“Erdene, it betrayed us, betrayed our ancient ancestors! Has it forgotten the terrible price the werewolves paid to seal away the wildness of their bloodline? For that seal, we even lost the right to hunt in the human world and became disgusting orcs!”

Werewolves are noble and proud, and have always been out of place in the orc family, considering themselves the most civilized royal family.

This can be seen from the fact that the werewolf king does not rule by himself.

"Traitors will be relentlessly hunted down by the werewolves."

"That Erdi, it wasn't qualified to be the high priest of the werewolves. Is its corpse still preserved? I'm going to eat its heart!"

Hearing this, the werewolves were a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

Finally, Lei said resentfully:

"High Priest Erdi did not die, nor was he stripped of his identity. He is the only werewolf who received a response from a great being."

Wolf was shocked, then stepped back and distanced himself from the werewolves.

“You southern clans actually allow traitors to live.”

“You are no longer pure werewolves.”

“Werewolves don’t have cowards like you.”

Lei opened his eyes wide, his breathing quickened, and he transformed into a giant wolf once more, letting out a low growl at Ulf.

It felt deeply insulted.

“The ‘Monka’ clan is forever noble; we were once a royal clan, and we will not tolerate any desecration.”

“Werewolves who allow traitors to exist are not our friends. You have forgotten our ancestors. You are not even as good as those vile vampires. Even vampires would not allow someone who betrays their clan to live.”

"I'm furious," Ulf said, then charged forward and smashed into Ray's body. He was so powerful that even all these werewolves combined were no match for him, and naturally they couldn't stop him.

A large deer picked up its prey from the ground and ran off into the distance.

“This is our prey.”

After saying that, the pack of giant wolves ran off into the distance without looking back, while a dozen or so dejected werewolves behind them lowered their heads and didn't dare to stop them.

Ouch——

After a long while, the leader of the thunder roared in extreme anger. Its noble bloodline was actually inferior to its distant 'cousin', which it found unacceptable!
Unfortunately, it couldn't win the argument!
The hot-tempered young werewolf was unwilling to accept defeat and was irritable.

Around the Silvermoon Royal Court, the werewolf leaders dared not enter the court itself. High Priest Erdi controlled the Silvermoon Royal Court, and if they went inside, their lives and freedom would not be in their own hands.

The current stalemate does not mean that the werewolf clan leaders can reconcile with High Priest Erdi.

The clan leaders gathered together, unsure of what to say, when suddenly, a series of wolf howls echoed from afar, and werewolves charged angrily toward the central area.

"The werewolf pack will not tolerate traitors!"

Even the most repulsive vampires wouldn't associate with traitors!

"Traitors should be devoured!"

The massive werewolf army was thrown into complete chaos. Even the werewolf cavalry was forced to retreat, struggling to put up a fight.

The listless werewolf was naturally not very strong.

Soon, these enraged werewolves broke through the werewolf cavalry's defenses and appeared before the various clan leaders.

King Adon of the Silvermoon glared angrily at the chaotic werewolf ranks, unleashing a legendary roar that brought them down into the fray.

Within the clan, the wolf king's authority is absolute. With this roar, all the rioting werewolves lowered their heads, but their eyes remained filled with resentment.

"Monka's bloodline, and you damned trash, what do you want? To challenge us to become the new clan leader?"

Adon glared angrily at the werewolves.

"Your Majesty, we do not."

The werewolves shook their heads; they dared not challenge the king. The clan leader could suppress all challengers of an entire clan.

"What are you arguing about?"

The werewolf tribe is far more cultured than other orcs; otherwise, they wouldn't be so arrogant.

"In the werewolf's faith, there is no place for a traitor!"

“Erdene is not qualified to be with us.”

Lei roared loudly, followed by the howls of countless werewolves around him.

They roared, and even the clan leaders in the center had their eyes filled with resentment and anger again.

It's impossible to expect werewolves to have more rationality and ideas; after all, they are also part of the orcs.

The thoughts of countless werewolves naturally reflected those of their leaders; how could their ideas differ from those of their own kind?

Ardon's face darkened; it had been a difficult time for him to quell the conflict between the two sides.

Even the werewolf king didn't have a good solution to this problem.

And on the other side.

Dozens of werewolves were bound and struggled as they collapsed in front of Ryan. Ryan looked at the werewolves, reached out and pressed down on one of them, prying open its eyelids.

"I can't sense the aura of a great being within me. Is it because my wild power is gone, or is it simply that it won't erupt until the time is right?"

Ryan's strength was immense; no matter how much the werewolves struggled under his grasp, they couldn't move. In the end, Ryan released them and said to the werewolves:

"Are you only controlled by the call of the wild during the full moon?"

"It's about turning into a mindless beast."

Upon hearing Ryan's words, the werewolves were stunned, their eyes widening, forgetting even to resist or struggle.

"Weak humans, humans who are like food, we will conquer your land and turn you into our blood reserves!"

A werewolf roared loudly, and Ryan, sensing their deliberate rejection of the matter, laughed.

"You tried to lock us up as food reserves last time, but you failed."

"Humans are incredibly weak. Your fortresses cannot withstand the werewolf army. His Majesty will surely break through your defenses."

The werewolves roared angrily; they had been captured by Ulf, but they did not give up struggling no matter what.

"Humans are not weak, and no matter what humans are like, you werewolves, even if you lock humans up, do you think you'll remember when you turn into beasts during the full moon?"

"You think you have wisdom, but what can you remember after turning into beasts?" Ryan pressed on as if stepping on a wound, repeatedly stabbing the werewolves in the places they cared about most.

Werewolves don't have such complex thoughts. No matter how much they wanted to avoid the topic, they couldn't escape it. Their eyes were fixed on Ryan, and they were somewhat desperate.

Ryan became interested; this was the first time he had ever seen such emotions in a werewolf.

With his eyes narrowed, Ryan's smile turned wicked as he placed his hand on the werewolf's head at his feet.

"Beasts, things that look like food. Werewolves can actually turn into beasts. I'm curious, can you also become food?"

"They seem to have some kind of intelligence. Even the wild dogs of the North possess intelligence, right? Those kobolds look dull, but they can still talk. You werewolves, after being controlled by your wild instincts, have even lost the ability to speak."

"It's amazing that they can only roar and shout like wild beasts."

Are you werewolves or wild beasts?

“The monsters of the abyss can all roar, but after you turned into beasts, it seems you don’t remember anything.”

“A beast…”

Ryan's words, each a word about beasts, intensified the werewolves' struggles, and their gazes toward Ryan became utterly crazed.

"That's it, that's the look in your eyes, no different from a wild beast. You werewolves all looked like this during the fortress war. No, you probably don't remember that time, since you've all become mindless beasts."

"That's not right either. Wild beasts would run away when they see me, but you don't? I'm a legend, aren't you afraid? But that's not right either, wild beasts do have some intelligence."

"It's amazing that you've lost even this instinct after turning into beasts? How ridiculous."

Ouch!

With a single bite, the werewolf under Ryan's command actually managed to crush its teeth, and the other werewolves that struggled also had several bones broken.

“You all look exactly the same as you did back then.”

Ryan chuckled twice, placed his palm on the werewolf, and attempted to bestow a wolf spirit blessing upon it.

His Wolf Spirit Blessing can bless the wolf packs of yesteryear; it is a legacy of the gods of Fenrir's world. The great wolf god even gifted Ryan with divine plant seeds.

Werewolves... that should work too, right?

“You, the way you’re struggling right now, is like that of wild beasts. Only wild beasts would put up a pointless resistance. Intelligent beings can see that struggling is useless in this situation. What you really want to do is find a chance to escape. You really are like wild beasts right now.”

Thanks to the great existence that unified the languages ​​of different worlds, the werewolves actually quieted down when they heard Ryan constantly using the word "beast."

In the past, werewolves wouldn't have paid attention to such words. They understood from the bottom of their hearts that they were different from wild beasts. But after that night of the call of the wild, everything changed.

This topic has become sharp and jarring.

As the werewolf stopped struggling, the spiritual blessing... succeeded.

The werewolf beneath the palm widened its eyes. It certainly sensed something was wrong; its physical abilities seemed to have been enhanced, and it had become even stronger.

That's not right. It didn't consume the blood of the strong. In fact, it was starving and didn't get any blood to replenish its energy.

My mouth was filled with my own blood, but that doesn't count, does it?

The bewildered wolf's eyes suddenly cleared, and it looked at Ryan, unable to comprehend what had happened.

This human seems to have patted or touched himself.

The werewolf stopped struggling, its eyes revealing a clear sense of confusion.

"Take them down and lock them up separately."

The knight's squire, of course, knew how to separate the werewolves. He separated the werewolves blessed by Ryan from those that had not been blessed, conducted experiments, and waited for the next full moon to arrive.

For this reason, even the cages used to imprison werewolves were open-air, ensuring they could see the moon overhead.

Xiangshan Plain Fortress.

Viscount Landa personally led his knights on patrol.

"Hurry up! The next full moon is coming soon, and we must finish building the defenses before then!"

This is a warning from the Northern Military Council, and it's not just here; the kingdoms and noble territories to the east have also received it.

However, what Ryan and Viscount Landa didn't know was that the werewolves were already in chaos.

In a werewolf pack, there is no room for betrayal.

This is a creed engraved deep in the ancient bloodline of werewolves, and even the werewolf leaders don't know how to refute it. In fact, they didn't even think about refutating it; they were the ones who most wanted to kill High Priest Erdi.

Therefore, the existence of High Priest Erdi became a thorn in the side of all werewolves, which they could not remove, so the scale of their denunciation grew larger and larger, to the point that even the werewolf clan leaders could not suppress it.

The clan leader possesses immense power and is the undisputed wolf king within the clan.

But here, all the werewolf tribes have gathered, which has led to what?

If you disagree with other werewolves who are proclaiming that traitors have no right to stand, then you are inferior to them.

Other werewolves will look at you with utter contempt, grouping you with wild beasts and prey, especially the werewolves of the Monka clan. They are masters of this kind of gaze, and no one knows where they learned it, but it makes other werewolves feel incredibly uncomfortable and want to go crazy.

This is suppression on a spiritual level, but what about on a material level?

Werewolves need to eat too. Each clan has divided up hunting grounds in this small area. Now that you are suddenly considered inferior to a werewolf, other werewolves will naturally look down on you and will naturally invade your territory to hunt the clan's prey.

"What kind of clans are you that can tolerate traitors? You dare to compete with us for prey?"

Of course, those werewolves would use such methods to constantly belittle and exclude others, thereby expanding their hunting range and openly oppressing other clans.

These werewolves naturally rebelled, and in the process of rebelling, political correctness was of course required.

"Who says we can tolerate traitors? There is no place for traitors in the 'xx clan'."

This is a confrontation of righteousness. Only with this principle in place can we rationally and confidently resist, and avoid being surrounded and annihilated by more clans. What was originally a situation where all werewolves were taking advantage of our misfortune has become a hunting conflict between a few clans.

Too many werewolf clans have gathered on this land. The werewolves below are completely obedient to their leaders, but here, they can also mingle with werewolves from other clans.

The werewolf leaders were busy discussing what to do next, so they didn't notice these problems immediately.

By the time they realized what had happened, the werewolf tribe was already in chaos.

"The clan leader next door said that their clan absolutely does not tolerate the existence of traitors, and that werewolf traitors are not qualified to command them."

The spirit of righteousness spread from the lower-level werewolves to the werewolf clan leaders, who, in order to expand their own clans, naturally accepted all comers and roared with righteous indignation.

“Our ‘xx’ clan will never obey the orders of traitors of werewolf blood.”

As a result, conflicts frequently erupted between leaders.

How could a battle between werewolf leaders be a one-on-one fight? It quickly turned into a coordinated attack by the entire group.

The next full moon is just around the corner.

"Their bloodline is no longer pure; a true werewolf would never tolerate the existence of a traitor!"

One after another, the werewolves roared, and High Priest Erdi and the many werewolf leaders realized that when countless werewolves rioted, no one could suppress them.

Because this cannot be suppressed by killing, and even if it is necessary to kill, who will do it?
Even if the werewolf king Adun were to take action himself, he would be blocked by the werewolf leaders. After all, these were the werewolf leaders' own people. If he couldn't even protect his own people, what right did the 'wolf king' have to lead the entire clan?
But what if the werewolf leader himself were to take action? That would be even more ridiculous, considering they were the most violent and powerful werewolves who initially sought to kill High Priest Erdi.

(End of this chapter)