In the throne is a giant in the true sense, with messy hair covering her face with several rough braids, wearing robes that residents in extremely cold places often wore. She sat slanted on a chair without any etiquette, one leg on the table, and the other kept swaying. Two terrifying giant wolf crawled beside the throne, shaking its tail, occasionally yawning and revealing sharp teeth like daggers, and then casting a gaze at the bonfire.
"call--"
The giant gasped, looked at the drink of the bowl, and then lazily handed it aside. A werewolf with snow-white hair was holding a huge wine jar and poured wine into the giant's bowl without a drop splashing out.
After filling it up, the giant drank one-third of it in one sip, then burped, and then laughed nervously.
“Haha…haha.”
Seeing that the giant ignored him and the person who came was not annoyed, he chuckled and then said:
"Rimanruz, have you drunk enough?"
The primordial body of the sixth legion, Rimanruth, the primordial body of the space wolf, opened his sleepy eyes and tilted his head, as if he was about to go around the bonfire to see the man.
"Who are you? You dare to call me by my name. I should set you on the fire!"
Riemanlus spoke with a guttural voice, giving his Gothic language some ridiculous howling and roaring like a beast trying to speak.
The mourning woman was not annoyed, but she just continued to say in that cold and plain tone:
"I can understand your knowingly asked, you don't even have to know who I am. You just need to know that you owe me a debt and should be repaid now."
Riemanlus opened his eyes, raised his other arm, and roared as he waved:
"I don't owe you, nor do I owe anyone, I don't owe you! I don't owe you!"
With his violent movements, a lot of wine in the bowl also spilled on him and on the throne. The mourning woman just watched the other party get angry quietly. Until the wolf king gradually calmed down and drank the remaining sip, she slowly spoke:
"The moment you stabbed the God of Baccarat into my husband's heart, you owe me an eternal blood debt, the kinslayer."
The Lord of the Wild Wolf gritted his teeth and slammed the wine bowl to the ground, smashed it into countless pieces, and then gasped violently.
"Class killer? No one can threaten me like this! It is a gift to keep you alive!"
"Then you can kill me."
"Do you think I dare not!?"
Rus stood up with a fierce look on his face, with his canine teeth protruding. In an instant, the light in the entire hall dimmed, as if invisible force lowered the burning bonfire by half a meter. It was not until this time that the "fuel" burned by the bonfire was many horned demon skulls. The shadow cast by the flames onto the wall began to grow, like a giant werewolf with a hunchback and a scimitar like a scimitar. The two giant wolves also stood up and turned into a fierce posture, grinning, arched their backs, and roared at the existence that was disrespectful to their master.
However, the other party was never shaken at all, almost like a piece of thousands of years of ice.
After the two sides confronted each other for a long time, the hall returned to brightness, and the bonfire was still burning. Ruth's breathing gradually stabilized. He sat back on the throne, then stretched out his hand, and the white-haired werewolf on the side handed him a new bowl.
"You go, there's nothing to say between us."
But the other party still did not move, just said coldly:
"That Eldar Queen."
Ruth, who had just raised the wine bowl, froze his arms for a moment, and soon he was silent and drinking the strange liquid in the bowl.
"She followed Soshiyan to the Great Vortex, and the two may be separated for a while in the near future."
Ruth reached aside and asked:
"How do you know where I am? Who told you?"
“No one.”
Ruth narrowed his eyes, suddenly realized something, and hissed with a grin:
"Witchcraft! You have actually come to this point."
"It has nothing to do with you."
"Then why do you know everything about that person? Your spy? Or who did you bribe?"
"None of them, and that's not about you."
"ha."
With a sneer, Ruth continued to drink, and seemed to not want to pay attention to the other party anymore. The mourning woman continued:
"Don't you want to kill her, too?"
"This sentence is also given to you, it has nothing to do with you."
"Then I hope you, Rimanruth, take your beasts and kill her."
Ruth did not answer, but looked at the other person with fun while drinking wine.
"If you miss this opportunity, you may not be able to find a second opportunity."
Rimanruz still didn't speak, and both sides fell into silence again, leaving only the yawn of the wild wolf.
After a while, Riemanlus, who had returned to his drunken posture, said slowly:
"The jealousy of women is terrible."
Then he shook his head.
"I won't go."
The mourning woman seemed to have been in a short thought, but soon she spoke:
"That person forbids you from attacking the Eldar Queen, right?"
Rus turned around lazyly, lying across the throne, with his legs hanging in the air, his eyes looking at the ceiling, as if he was too lazy to even look at the other person.
"For your brother, you must kill her, or he may never come back."
Hearing the words "Brother", Rimanrus's eyebrows became more gloomy and sad, and his eyes became hesitant, and he kept patrolling the ceiling, as if he was looking for an answer.
Realizing that he had shaken the Wolf King, the mourning woman continued to throw the bomb.
"And he has now become the Phoenix King of the Spirit Clan, and has also helped the Spirit Clan find their lost fleet and Black Stone Fortress."
Hearing the Black Stone Fortress, Rimanruz sat down again.
"What?"
"Just in the big vortex, there is a second Black Stone Fortress. Now one has fallen into the hands of the Spiritual Clan. He has been fascinated by the Spiritual Clan woman."
Riemanlus frowned, but his eyes were not looking at the mourning woman, but his lips were pursed and his eyes were staring at the bonfire.
Seeing this, the mourning woman knew that her goal had been achieved, so she turned around, walked towards the gate, and left a sentence.
"The King of Wild Wolf, you must repay this debt."
As the transport plane left the flight deck, the mourning woman stood behind the observation window and stared at the shrinking giant ship, the Queen of Glory, the flagship of the former Space Wolf, floating in the crazy colors.
Suddenly, she heard a distant wolf howl, which even though it was almost hallucination, made her soul tremble instinctively.
That bloody evening, it was also such a wolf howling that made her lose everything-
This is the call of hunting, and the wolf king is summoning its wolves, ready to start a bloody massacre.
The mourning woman turned around and suddenly a withered and aging black palm slipped out from her sleeve. Her palm clasped her. The moment she turned over, there was a tarot card in her hand. She looked down and saw that there was a black death knight riding a hungry wolf on the card. She held a battle axe and a spear in her hand. Death followed wherever she went. Only white bones remained on the earth and a terrifying scene full of scars.
Chapter completed!