The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Haha, let me be a little pretentious, writers are so boring~

Back to the topic, this volume finally sees the expansion of the world view, and those elements that have been buried for a long time are able to surface, gradually pushing the story to the next stage.

Volume 5 will be another continuation of this stage. It will be much shorter, the pace will be faster, the plot will be more compact, and several foreshadowings are ready to be ignited... I am looking forward to it...

This time, I will not stop updating after finishing the volume (I had to take a two-week break before), I will update a sequel, and then continue with volume 5!

Explosive writing, explosive writing!

Okay, I’m a little tired, so I won’t waste too many words on my boring soliloquy. I’ll conserve my energy and get ready to continue.

Thanks again to everyone who has read this (especially now that it costs money to put it on the shelves), your support is truly one of my biggest stimulants.

As a college student, the royalties from this book are barely enough to cover my rent, but I really have no complaints.

I hope I can always love creation as much as I do now.

Let’s encourage each other, witnesses.

The Direwolf

"In the minds of our ancestors, wolves are sacred and can survive even in the harshest winter..."

"Following their footsteps, our ancestors traveled all over the Wanren Mountain and opened up a brand new world..."

"However, those footprints have long been covered by the wind and snow. Today, Thebeth is nothing more than a shell, a lie that is gradually sinking into the frozen land..."

"I came, I saw, I watched, but in the end I am just a player in the game..."

"No matter how deep the roots of a cedar tree are, when the mountains collapse and the rocks are broken, not a single one will be spared..."

"..."

Lord's Avenue - Wanren Mountain - Thebite

In the carriage, the old butler took off his hood, raised his head, and stared at the scorching sun in the sky with his black eyes.

The sun was shining brightly in the early spring morning. As the sunny side of Wanren Mountain, the sun on Lord Avenue was even hotter, so most travelers covered their eyes with hats to avoid direct sunlight as much as possible.

But even in such scorching sunlight, the old man just stared at the sun motionlessly, his gaze as unshakable as ice.

A day ago, after the defeat of the Iron Lord, Thebit's invasion of Dila was officially declared a failure, and all the Wanren Mountain people were brought back to the territory of Thebit, in an embarrassed and hasty manner.

The Monark family was captured by the Dila people after being defeated in the landing battle on the East China Sea coast. Fortunately, Vans wisely chose to cooperate with the Dila people in exchange for the opportunity to return to Wanren Mountain.

Of course, he would be held accountable by the [Iron Fortress] for this, but the premise of his leak was that Venia Irenfono tried to deliberately abandon the defense force of the entire East Sea coast, which would become the absolute trump card of the Monark family in the political situation.

As a participant in the Tieling Town Defense War, the old butler lost to the Pure White Flame in the battle. Although he was not seriously injured, the fact that he would take a hundred days to recover from the injury was still fatal...

Coupled with his dereliction of duty, this emotion seemed far more torturous than the direct sunlight.

"..."

"Old housekeeper, are you okay?"

When the voice came, the old man lowered his head and looked across, only to see Vance looking at him with some worry.

"Is there something wrong, young master?" The old butler's voice was very steady.

"Is it okay for you to look at the sun?" Vance was a little surprised.

"You're just used to it," the old butler said. "If you practice, you can do it too."

"Ah... forget it..." Vans sighed, "I've never been good at fighting..."

He looked at his arm which was still bandaged - it was the people of Dylla who helped him to bandage it, delicately and carefully. The logistics of the Thebites would not have received such good treatment.

"But I want to ask you something..."

"Ask." The old butler nodded.

Seeing that the old butler was so decisive, Vance hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should speak.

Seeing this, the old butler smiled kindly:

"Why should I be so shy? I am just a retainer of the Monarch family. Can I refuse to answer the questions of the head of the family?"

"Ah, that's not what I meant," Vans scratched his head, "It's just... I don't know if it's appropriate."

"Ask," the old butler said calmly, "We are still some distance away from Monarque Territory. You can borrow me, an old man, to kill time."

Since the old butler said so, it was difficult for Vance to refuse. He paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then asked:

"I want to ask... just... what happened before you came to the Monarch family?"

Hearing this, the old butler raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised.

"Why are you interested in this?"

"How could I not be interested..." Vans was a little speechless, "During those years in Lorton, you never showed any martial arts skills, but since the battle to retake Monarch Mansion, you have been showing... um... actions that are not suitable for your age?"

"Because the time has come," the old butler smiled kindly, "but mainly because I am old and useless."

"Come on, your skills...your accuracy...you're useless. What am I called? Half-disabled?" Vance was a little hurt.

"Just exercise regularly."

The old butler said this and once again raised his head and looked directly at the sun in the sky.

After a brief silence, he looked at Vance without changing his gaze and asked:

"Young master, do you know the creature called Direwolf?"

"Isn't that an animal from mythology?" Vans thought for a moment. "Hiss... Let me think about it, maybe this is something that only existed during the time of our ancestors?"

"That's a huge wolf with strange whereabouts that are hard to figure out," the old butler continued to look at the sun, "different from ordinary wolf packs, most of them are lone wolves, walking alone among the snow and mountains of Wanren Mountain, hunting like ghosts..."

"However, ever since our ancestors built one colony after another on the Wanren Mountain, the number of sightings of direwolves has become less and less. Now, they have completely become folk myths, and it will probably be the same in the future..."

As he said this, the old butler lowered his head and stared at Vance in front of him with his dark eyes:

"But I have seen one."

"You've seen it?" Vans' eyes widened. "Wow... when was it? Where... where?"

"The day my family was destroyed and my village was burned to ashes."

The old butler's tone was flat when he answered, and there was no obvious emotion in his black eyes. His whole aura was as if he was an ordinary old man, neither happy nor angry, neither sad nor happy.

But when Vans heard his answer, he was stunned for a moment, and a different feeling came over him.

"I...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for that," the old butler smiled kindly again, "For me, that was the beginning of a story."

When he said this, the old butler raised his head for the third time, his black eyes catching the scorching sun and flashing with fire.

“That day, I met Mikhail Irenfono.”

"Later, he was called the Iron Lord."

.......

31 years ago - Soul Ridge - Thebite

Fire, the flames that shot up into the sky ignited the outline of the Soul-Retaining Ridge, and the black smoke merged into the blizzard.

On the ice field, Yuri ran desperately in the opposite direction of the fire.

"Yuri! Run! Run!"

"Stop being stupid!"

"..."

The heart-wrenching screams lingered in his ears like tinnitus, but he just ran blindly, not caring about the scars and pain on his body.

The blizzard dyed his field of vision pure white and obscured his visual range. At this moment, the entire world was like an inescapable cage, shrouding the young man.

The biting cold wind hit his face like a knife, leaving streaks of blood, and his tears merged into them, making him feel a little warm.

Escape, you must escape.

"......"

During the endless running, Yuri gradually felt tired and his legs became more and more numb.

Suddenly, he felt himself tripped by something and fell on his back.

"Snapped!"

Yuri only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, as if for a moment, his memory was disconnected.

When he managed to sit up, he was still shrouded in wind and snow, with endless ice fields all around him.

At this moment, an almost biological instinct made him turn his head sharply and look to the side of himself——

——Before he knew it, a huge wolf passed by a few meters away from him, and its sharp claws left scratches on the ice as it walked.

The wolf was pure white, and its long fur was not dirty at all, but rather very holy, as if it was made of snowflakes from the sky.

Its eyes were ice blue, flickering faintly in the blizzard, and it looked at Yuri.

For a moment, Yuri wanted to get up and run away, but his legs were unable to move no matter what.

Instead of trying again, he closed his eyes and tilted his neck.

"Wolf..." he said, "Wolf..."

The wind and snow, the fierce wind and snow, covered everything.

Tears streaked down his cheeks, Yuri bit his lips tightly, waiting for the moment to return to the icy place where his bones were buried.

But after a long time, nothing happened.

Snowstorm...snowstorm as usual...

Then, a deep voice emerged from the gaps in the wind and snow:

"What is your name (Thebite)?"

Yuri suddenly opened his eyes and saw a young man in iron armor standing in front of him. He had a sculpture-like face and a tall stature.

The young man stretched out his hand towards him, his black pupils were calm but filled with sparks of fire.

At that moment, Yuri thought he was the White Wolf.

......

Extra) Ice Wolf (Part 2)

26 years ago - The edge of Irenfono Territory - Wanren Mountain

"Yuri Smirnov (Thebiter)."

"If you accept the [Iron Alliance], draw your sword (Thebit)."

In the hall made of dark gray rock bricks, Yuri half-knelt in front of the only fireplace with his head lowered.

In front of him, Mikhail Irenfono looked down at him, his young face angular, like a sculpture.

Countless soldiers wearing giant armor witnessed all this, sacred and solemn. They all wore wolf emblems on their bodies, which were outlined by the flickering firelight of the fireplace.

Under their gaze, Yuri drew out the cold steel knife from his waist without hesitation and held it up with both hands:

"I, Yuri Smirnov, in the name of Wanren Mountain and in the name of our ancestors, accept the [Covenant of the Iron Alliance] (Thebite)."

"From this moment on, it is the end of my life (Thebitten)."

He raised his head and looked at the white wolf in front of him, his black eyes filled with ecstasy.

Even though the only response he got was those cold black eyes.

"..."

After a brief silence, Mikhail picked up the knife Yuri offered, spun it around, and then cut his arm.

Hot blood flowed from his rock-like muscles, but he remained calm and stretched his arm to Yuri's head, letting the blood remain.

"From now on, you are the Iron Guard of the House of Irenforno (Thebiter)."

Blood dripped on Yuri's head and flowed down his cheeks like tears of blood.

But at this moment, he smiled.