Throne of the North.

Chapter 732 The Second Orc War (18)

The werewolf in front of Ryan gradually quieted down, looking at him with shock and inexplicable emotions in its eyes.

In their bloodline memories, their ancestors paid a heavy price to seal their bloodline.

That is the curse of the gods. Werewolves are glorious because of blood. Within this powerful force lies a deadly threat. Wildness brings savage power, but it is also the beginning of death. No matter how powerful the beast is, it cannot withstand the hunt of wisdom.

That was the punishment of the werewolves by a great being; only a god of the same kind could possibly seal and purify this curse.

But no one ever imagined that werewolves could actively control this power.

On this night of the full moon, the werewolves raised their heads and clearly felt their control over their wildness. They could release it voluntarily and still retain their rationality.

The werewolf, who prides himself on being civilized, is naturally satisfied with this outcome.

However, they never imagined that they would gain this control from a human nobleman.

"He seems to be in pretty good shape."

Ryan looked at the werewolves, who still seemed confused, so he spoke up.

"This savage curse comes from a great being. Have you werewolves been serving a new god? Has He awakened the curse deep within your bloodline?"

Ryan had already guessed what was going on, but he still asked the question.

"You have abandoned the great god that the orcs served? You have betrayed Him and turned to the moon?"

When it comes to faith, these werewolves finally reacted.

"We have never betrayed the great being, and the moon is also the werewolf's faith."

Orcs' faith has never been singular, because they themselves cannot be sure that they are facing the same great being in every sacrifice. Over time, many orcs naturally developed faith in multiple gods.

After all, faith in gods is easy to gain, but difficult to lose.

Werewolves' beliefs weren't limited to the orc gods, and Ryan didn't care; he was just using the topic to continue the conversation.

"Therefore, the other god you served broke the curse on your bloodline, turning you into mindless beasts."

Ryan laughed.

“You have betrayed your ancestors.”

Roar--

The werewolves were irritable, but how could they possibly hinder Ryan? Once the cage was opened, the werewolves were instantly suppressed by the surrounding knights and servants.

"The gods have lifted the curse on your bloodline, turning you into beasts, but with me, you have regained your sanity. Moreover, the power of the wild is immense; you are now stronger than before, and—you will not be controlled by the wild."

“It is clear that you should have a more suitable servant.”

"And I am His representative on earth."

Ryan waved his hand, signaling the knights to release the werewolves.

"The moon is not your only option."

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As the night passed, the snowfields surrounding the Silver Moon Royal Court were left in ruins.

The land was ravaged, and the werewolf army gradually began to catch its breath, but in the course of one night, they had already caused a great deal of bloodshed. Tens of thousands of werewolves died in this wild internal strife, and at that time, no werewolf was able to control the situation.

"If things continue like this, how can we talk about becoming royalty again? The werewolf clan will die in infighting, and we will be reduced to a second-rate clan!"

"The werewolves will become true beasts!"

The werewolves didn't care about the werewolves who died on this land last night. What they cared about was the impact of this event. The reduction in the number of their pack would disqualify them from becoming royalty, which was unacceptable.

Ultimately, it is the curse of the wild that will cause the werewolf to lose everything it has.

"It's all the fault of the traitors!"

Among the werewolf army, more and more werewolves echoed the call to kill the traitor. Around High Priest Erdi, more and more werewolves bared their teeth, but they could not kill the high priest.

"This is a betrayal and blasphemy against the great God!"

"You lowly trash, your bloodline is a gift from our great Lord. He has bestowed upon you extraordinary power, and your savagery is His punishment for you. Werewolves who are not devout in their faith will all suffer terrible divine retribution!"

High Priest Erdi disregarded everything and roared. His robes billowed, divine power surged, and his imposing aura and greatness permeated his body. Even the legendary werewolf leader felt his heart pounding uncontrollably. It was the curse deep within his bloodline. High Priest Erdi, with the divine power of a great being, was manipulating the power of the curse within them.

The moon has not yet completely disappeared; it wields a terrifying power, causing the werewolf army to gradually become restless.

"This is the punishment of the great Lord for you. Those who devour God will suffer eternal calamity. Be devout in your faith, prostrate yourself at the feet of my Lord, and my Lord will grant you rest for your souls."

High Priest Erdi raised his scepter high, and the surrounding werewolf army became increasingly restless, but they could not break through the barrier of divine power, which pushed them outwards like waves.

Especially those legendary werewolf leaders, who possessed the power to resist, were targeted by divine power and had to retreat, otherwise the curse of calamity in their blood would turn them back into beasts.

The werewolf army retreated from all directions like a receding tide, but even so, many werewolves could not control their inner demons. They roared at the disappearing moon, their bodies grew stronger, and their wildness began to take over their souls. They attacked the werewolves around them without any reason.

The clearer they saw this scene, the more terrified the werewolves became of the curse of the wild. Had they turned into this monster last night?

With a roar, the legendary werewolf clan leader personally took action, furiously killing the werewolves who were consumed by wildness. The more they witnessed this scene, the more unwilling they became as they looked at High Priest Erdi.

At this moment, these werewolves, driven by their wild instincts, seemed to be mocking their incompetence and baseness. They were werewolves, not mindless monsters!

The werewolf army retreated like a tide, leaving a large open space where High Priest Erdi stood arrogantly, looking down at all the werewolves around him with a cold smile in his eyes.

“You damned bunch, if it weren’t for the great Lord’s need for you to offer your own flesh and blood, you would have died in the calamity of the night long ago. My Lord has given you the right to live, yet you still dare to rebel.”

"Kneel down, kneel devoutly before me, let my Lord see the sincerity of your faith, and let your souls find peace after death."

"otherwise……"

As the werewolf tide retreated, a small group of werewolves were exposed because they stood still. All the surrounding werewolves, under the pressure of High Priest Erdi's divine power, were forced to retreat, fearing they would be controlled by their wild nature. But these werewolves simply stood still. "Ayi!"

A werewolf howled, its body gradually swelling, its fur thickening and becoming long and stiff, and its eyes gradually turning blood red—a sign of its wildness. The werewolf leader was already preparing to attack, though it couldn't tell if this was a member of its own clan.

However, the next moment, the feral werewolf pounced out, transforming into a raging giant wolf. Beside it were a dozen or twenty werewolves that had undergone similar transformations. They were indeed under the control of wildness, but instead of tearing at the surrounding werewolves as wildly as the previous werewolves, they charged towards High Priest Erdi.

"Traitors will be devoured!"

"The werewolf clan will not tolerate traitors!"

Confused, puzzled, and driven by their wild instincts, they did indeed resemble wild beasts, but why were they different from other feral werewolves?

Many werewolves were puzzled, and High Priest Erdi, who wielded divine power, was even more perplexed. After all, he was the manipulator of divine power and was most obsessed with and believed in the power bestowed upon him by this great being.

It didn't understand, its eyes filled with confusion as it watched the werewolves get closer and closer, until the ferocious giant wolf leaped up, boiling between the approaching sun and the disappearing moon, transforming from a wolf beast into a werewolf, and viciously brought down its claws on it.

Werewolf high priests are like human magicians; they possess powerful divine abilities, but their physical bodies are not as strong.

This is the balance within the extraordinary world; otherwise, High Priest Erdi wouldn't have worried that those legendary werewolf leaders would kill him under the pressure of divine power.

But it never imagined that it would die at the hands of this ordinary werewolf.

Moreover, why didn't they lose their minds?
Why were they not hindered by divine power?

Why were they not affected by the power of the Great Lord?
High Priest Erdi didn't understand, but his body was already collapsing. A dozen or twenty wild werewolves were tearing at him and devouring every inch of his flesh. This was the most terrible punishment for a traitor in the werewolf tribe: being devoured by the pack.

One after another, werewolves transformed into wolf-like beasts devoured the flesh and blood of High Priest Erdi, letting out wild and loud howls, while hundreds of thousands of werewolves around them stared blankly at their actions.

These were just the lowest-ranking werewolves, a few from werewolf clans, the majority of whom were only fit to come from those barbaric werewolf tribes. But now they had become the focus of the entire werewolf race's attention, and the werewolf king and clan leaders watched in shock as they punished the traitors.

After a long time, only broken flesh and mud remained on the snow. The ferocious wolves, howling, transformed back into werewolves, standing wildly in place.

The moon overhead had not yet completely disappeared, and their wild power still remained.

"Is there no curse in your blood?"

King Ardon of the werewolves asked seriously, but then realized his question was wrong. Without the curse, there would be no wild power, but the werewolves were clearly in a state of unleashed wildness.

Just as High Priest Erdi was killed for being unable to comprehend something beyond his comprehension, the werewolf king stood frozen in place, as if his brain had short-circuited.

"They harnessed the power of the wild."

A werewolf clan leader stared intently at Ay and his werewolves.

"Why haven't you been called by the wild? What happened?"

Faced with these werewolf clan leaders, the werewolves, including Ai, showed no fear or unease what they had shown to High Priest Erdi, displaying instead a wild and untamed demeanor.

"It was humans, a human nobleman, who enabled us to master the call of the wild, turning us back from beasts to normal."

Humanity?

This answer surprised all the clan leaders, who stared at the werewolves in shock.

"Humanity?"

King Adun of the werewolves stared intently at his people. The werewolves had a deep-seated hatred for humans. Although orcs were instinctively indifferent to life and death, they had an instinctive hostility towards humans.

Ay and the other werewolves recounted what happened in the iron cage, starting with a group of werewolves saying they hadn't been called by the wild, and then witnessing firsthand how those berserk werewolves returned to normal and mastered their wild powers.

"Humans actually possess such power? Is he a clergyman from the human church? The purifying power of the Lord of Dawn?"

How did you escape?

The clan leader still didn't understand anything about what had happened, and the werewolf leader loudly asked how they had escaped.

"It was that human who took the initiative to release us."

"He asked us about the fate of the traitors, and then told us to come back and kill the traitors."

“He also asked us to cooperate with him, saying that he could help us to heed the call of the wild, to stop being beasts, and to believe in the great being behind him.”

"Cunning humans!"

The werewolf king, Adun, growled. If it hadn't seen the wild power and rational soul in Ai, it would never have believed any human.

But now, without knowing what emotions he felt, Adon subconsciously felt relieved that High Priest Erdi was dead.

These days, the rumors that traitors do not exist within the race have caused an uproar among the werewolves, and even the clans are in chaos. The clan leaders are unable to control the situation, and the deaths and injuries of the werewolves have greatly reduced the strength of the Silver Moon Royal Court.

They didn't die in war, but from senseless infighting.

With High Priest Erdi dead, the entire werewolf pack fell silent. There was no longer any reason to create chaos with a traitor, which greatly consolidated the authority of the werewolf king.

High Priest Erdi was killed, which supposedly resolved the internal strife, but the problems were not over yet.

"Humans have actually mastered the power to control the call of the wild..."

Ardon's emotions were complex. Although his handsome fur concealed his expression, his wolf head was filled with incomprehension.

At dawn that day, in a short period of time, everything that happened was beyond their comprehension.

But faced with the reality, the werewolf had to think about how to handle the situation.

"Our ancestors paid a heavy price to seal away the call of the wild."

"Perhaps we should also follow the example of our ancestors and do things as great as they did."

Adon finally remembered that he was the king of the Silvermoon Court.

"We will be as great as our ancestors!"

Ouch——

On the snowy plains, amidst countless corpses, the werewolf let out a long howl.

(End of this chapter)