novelraw Chapter 1227 623: Epitaph_2
Chapter 1227 623: Epitaph_2
Mountain Wolf, Heart Wolf, and the White Country Wolf, who couldn't become Wolf Evil let alone anything less, the three Wolf Lords are completely different, and there's no reason to mix them together.
Now that the Mountain Wolf has appeared, it indicates that the forces behind the scenes are not just as simple as the White Country Restoration Front...
Ji Jue realized: "So, you're saying there's an external Wolf Pack getting involved, right?"
"Exactly."
An Ning became serious.
According to the worst predictions, with the arrival of Mountain Wolf, Heart Wolf might not just sit idly by.
Behind Shekri, it's very likely that there are two Wolf Lords supporting!
If the resurrecting White King wants to become the third Wolf Evil, thereby accelerating the growth and completion of the wolves, then it's entirely possible for the three sides to temporarily converge... The current situation might be even worse than expected!
Ji Jue thought for a moment and slowly nodded:
"...Then let's kill them all."
It was as if, when lost, he suddenly found a target.
Ji Jue held the steering wheel, concentrating intently on the road ahead, finally finding the direction leading to the end:
"Let's go kill them all, leaving none alive."
It was indistinguishable whether it was reckless arrogance beyond one's depth or absurd imagination between Illusion Dreams. But at that moment, An Ning once again saw the colors appearing in the black pupils, peaceful and serene, like the distant moonlight reflecting on the wilderness.
White Deer's cold glance, life and death.
So, she laughed softly.
Without second thoughts, nodded.
"Mm!"
Hunter, onward.
The last traces of daylight gradually faded from the sky, covered with dense clouds.
Turbulence rose as the night curtain unfolded.
.
.
Under the same night curtain, amidst the desolate mountains, within the devastated ruins of the old capital of White Country, its former appearance was no longer visible.
The city, destroyed over two hundred years ago by a Heavenly Calamity, once again lit up with the light of flames.
The dancing Flame Light disdainfully swept across the broken walls and shattered bones.
On the altar, cracked and eroded, blood crept downwards, crossing the desolate streets and ruins, extending in all directions.
Like a spider web.
Boom!
Amidst the black clouds like an iron curtain, lightning suddenly flashed across, illuminating the figure at the top of the altar.
At the forefront stood Ensuer, the last bloodline of the former White Kingdom's Sacrificial King, and now the Young Wolf Lord, followed by Shekri, Bulhuush, Lazaz, and other high-ranking members of the Recovery Front and representatives of the Wolf Pack.
At this moment, across the blood-red center of the altar, two blurry projections slowly became clear on the other side.
One appeared to be entrenched among the mountains, grand and fierce, menacingly intense.
The other seemed formless and shapeless, almost undetectable unless willingly manifested.
At this moment, the ethereal phantom extended its hand, and a Gold Inlay Short Knife materialized out of thin air in his grip, directed towards Ensuer.
Without hesitation, Ensuer accepted the knife and slashed his wrist.
Immediately, dark black blood oozed serpentine from the wrist, strands shimmering with a faint gold, dropping into the gold cup in the center of the altar.
Though only a few drops, it seemed to drain most of his life, rendering Ensuer's face a pale shade.
Then, the grand figure within the phantom took the short knife and sliced his wrist, causing a trickle of grayish-white blood to gather into the cup.
Finally, the elusive presence similarly slit its wrist.
The blood was colorless and transparent, like dewdrops.
In the gold cup, it fizzled, as if boiling, the three distinctly different wolf blood merging, colliding and exciting with the Wolf Blood Oath, finally fusing completely into one.
At times, pure gold glowed dazzlingly, at times bizarre and colorful, at times raging and menacing iron-gray...
"Very well, I hereby swear an oath by blood, to forge this covenant."
The voice of the Mountain Wolf Lord came from below the Vortex, calm and indifferent.
"You may begin."
Another voice, like a whisper, emerged: "Welcome back our third tribe, welcome back our third companion, the third progeny of the wolf."
Ensuer's breath immediately grew rapid, his face, initially pale, showing a hint of excited crimson.
"Shekri—"
"At your command."
Behind Ensuer, Shekri respectfully nodded, stepped forward, and bowed to the two Wolf Lords.
But when he extended his hand, for some reason, he hesitated for a moment.
As if in a daze.
Mere insignificant moments.
His hands gripped tightly the Gold Inlay Pocket Knife given by the Mountain Wolf, then held tightly the covenant gold cup bestowed by Heart Wolf.
Clutching tightly, as if using all his strength.
Thus, he approached the altar.
With the first step, he was fully focused, trembling with trepidation.
Like the first time, as an apprentice, following behind the teacher as he ascended the altar, drenched in sweat, filled with fear.
At the second step, however, he couldn't help but be distracted, involuntarily recalling the past when he first donned the white robes of the sacrificial, brimming with ambition.
Then, there was still White Country...
With the third step, he no longer faltered, crossing insignificant memories, abandoning everything from the past.
The sacrificial, gradually crushed under the pressure of overwhelming enemies, had died long ago, forgotten with this nation.
As he took the fourth step, he stood at the altar's highest point, lifting his head once more, the Flame Light in his eyes illuminated by Thunderbolt above the sky.