Chapter 993: Chapter 578: Fox Clan Ancestor Breed!
At this mont, as the chaotic tides of the world blurred all discernible patterns, and each faction could only sche for their own gains,
the Southern Territory Mountains in the Northern Cold Region remained serene, untouched by even the slightest ripple,
because the Wolf Pack had truly sealed itself off. The vast Fortune Formation not only shielded the headquarters from exotic beasts but completely obscured it from the outside world.
All factions of the exotic beasts obediently continued to occupy their respective territories.
In this period of recuperation and regeneration, almost every hour, there was an air of successful transformation as new species ascended, and every few days, a new Ancestral Species would erge.
Ancestral Species!
It must be noted that this level was already the pinnacle of combat ability.
Even in the current era of contention, where forces of fortune surged like a boundless ocean, every Ancestral Species was still a treasured asset for all factions.
Ancestral Species not only possessed unparalleled battle prowess but also provided imnse contributions to their respective forces,
such as the Ancestral Species who mastered the Rules of Life and the Rule of Wood, offering vast area-wide healing to various exotic beast factions,
the ones who mastered Ti Rules, capable of pausing or accelerating the passage of ti in a region, creating invaluable opportunities on battlefields and for intelligence operations.
Ancestral Species who wielded Space Rules could effortlessly tear apart any array and even embed the power of space into cutting-edge technology weapons.
Thus, Ancestral Species ford the true backbone of every force.
In the Wolf Pack, within just two short months after their advancent in civilization, twenty-three new Ancestral Species had been born!
At present, the number of Ancestral Species within the Wolf Pack rivaled that of the most dominant factions that had recently resurged.
And today, the Fox Tribe’s first unit was holding a small gathering to celebrate the ascension of a newly erged Fox Clan Ancestor Breed, receiving modest gifts from other units’ commanders.
After all, even in a power-abundant Wolf Pack, ascending to beco an Ancestral Species ant officially entering the elite ranks’ view.
Yet this ti, the gift from War King Vincent of the Human Faction stood out as the most extravagant!
It was an incomplete Ancestral-Level Secret Bone!
Such a lavish gift given to a newly ascended Ancestral Species seed almost excessive.
But Vincent delivered it in person, with his True Body in attendance.
At the mont, he mingled among the small celebration of the Fox Tribe’s first unit, offering polite spiritual will greetings and then smiling as he approached a Silver Fox with snow-white fur and a faintly red-tinted tail.
This Silver Fox, unlike the allure of the Charm Fox, emanated an aura of reserved coldness and steadiness, remarkably resembling an Ice Crystal Goddess Vincent had once encountered a few tis.
This Silver Fox was none other than Red-tailed, the overseer of the Fox Tribe’s first unit and the Information Center.
Within the Wolf Pack, Red-tailed’s status depended on her position as Wolf Queen, allowing her to be on par with the Six Great Wolf Kings,
but in terms of authority, she ranked third, surpassed by no other—indeed, not even the Lone Wolf King.
This was because, if the Lone Wolf King ever fell into a desperate situation, he would descend into a mad frenzy.
Thus, he was destined to be a warrior but unsuited to command as a general overseeing everything.
At this mont, Red-tailed tilted her head slightly, and her striking Fox Eyes calmly t Vincent’s gaze.
Vincent imdiately responded with a smile, flashing a spiritual will that congratulated the Fox Tribe for its growing strength.
But Red-tailed remained silent, her gaze simply resting on him.
Soon, under that scrutinizing gaze, Vincent managed a wry chuckle and revealed his purpose: “Fox King, we’ve known each other since the Land of Adventure. Back when we campaigned across the Siberia Plains, I followed you, battling both north and south. Now, I need to ask—has the Wolf Lord erged recently? I have critical intelligence that can only be delivered to him.”
However, Red-tailed rely shook her head slowly.
Monts later, Vincent continued with another question: “Fox King, has any intelligence from the outside world co through recently?”
Again, Red-tailed only shook her head gently.
But as Red-tailed was about to respond with questions of her own, her gaze abruptly caught sight of a silver figure not far away.
Yet this silver form was far more imposing than an Arctic Silver Fox.
Throughout the Fox Tribe and the Wolf Pack, none could compare to this presence.
When this silver form erged, Red-tailed’s beautiful Fox Eyes instantly showed an irrepressible excitent. She stood up abruptly and let out a sharp cry.
This cry imdiately caught Vincent’s attention, along with all the surrounding Fox Tribe mbers, who also turned to look. When they clearly saw the silver figure, every Fox Tribe mber present broke into jubilant cries.
The crisp, delightful sounds of their calls echoed throughout the Fox Tribe’s territory, infused with strands of alluring spiritual illusions.
This illusion was not intentionally released by the Fox Tribe mbers; rather, it was an instinctive trait developed through their genetic evolution and power escalation, used for self-protection or courtship.
It made all species instinctively fond of the Fox Tribe.
It could be said that the Fox Tribe, especially the spiritual-type Arctic Silver Foxes, were indeed nature’s favored darlings, evolving abilities that chard the mind effortlessly.
When the Wolf Lord appeared, their cries beca more lodious than ever, each competing for his attention.
For nature, whether male or female, admiration for strength runs deep.
And this strength embodied their protector, ensuring their survival in this chaotic era; the Wolf Lord!
Thus, every Fox Tribe mber gazed at him with eyes brimming with reverence and affection.
Yet the towering silver figure walked calmly forward, unmoved by the calls aid at him, releasing instead a vast spiritual will, signaling for quiet.
Instantly, silence blanketed the Fox Tribe’s first unit.
Each Fox Tribe mber remained gazing in his direction, unwilling to avert their eyes.
For in their hearts, being able to closely observe such an imposing figure even once brought imnse reassurance and solace.
As the Wolf Lord’s imposing silver figure arrived unnoticed,
Vincent, who had intended to further probe Red-tailed for additional intelligence, suddenly froze in place as though struck by lightning.
This was no act; the mont this figure appeared, his Ancestral Species-level intuition flared with an inescapable collapse.
The dread and threat reverberating within his Divine Soul rendered him unable to take a single step.
In re monts, the Wolf Lord reached Red-tailed and the newly ascended Fox Clan Ancestor Breed, summoning an authentic Ancestral Secret Bone from the Origin Space with but a thought.
This bone was acquired by Su Lin during his battle in the Far North, when he slew an Ice Crystal Fox Clan Ancestral Secret Bone!
The sight of such a precious gift left the newly ascended Fox Clan Ancestor Breed overwheld with awe, gratitude echoing in her cries toward the Wolf Lord.
After bestowing this generous gift, Su Lin nodded slightly at Red-tailed, then turned slowly toward Vincent.
At that mont, Vincent and Su Lin’s calm, deep gaze t.
After a long silence, under Su Lin’s steady, piercing Wolf Eyes, Vincent fought to snap out of his stunned state: “Wolf Lord, I…”
But before Vincent could finish, Su Lin emitted a faint spiritual will: “Vincent, when did you join the Wolf Pack?”
As Su Lin’s spiritual will landed, Vincent’s overwhelming sense of unease and Divine Soul-threatening peril erupted violently.
Words were unnecessary;
In that instant, Vincent, with his keen insight, grasped what was happening and let out a bitter laugh: “I’ve forgotten the specifics. I only rember that back in the Land of Adventure, I joined the Wolf Pack.”
Su Lin’s towering wolf form remained serene and unyielding.
The solemn atmosphere between them grew ever heavier,
and as Vincent’s Divine Soul and intuition’s discomfort reached its peak, he finally stood there unmoving, a resigned expression on his face.
Red-tailed, sensing the tension, softly cried, leading the other Fox Tribe mbers to quietly retreat.
As they departed, Su Lin’s colossal wolf form, stretching thousands of ters, leapt effortlessly to the highest peak in the Fox Tribe’s territory. This peak, save for the Destiny Stone, offered the best view over the Southern Territory Mountains.
Vincent followed silently.
Su Lin’s calm, blue Wolf Eyes shifted slightly to gaze at the Human Faction’s region, releasing a faint spiritual will to Vincent.
This will seed to question Vincent: Were the humans truly struggling within the Wolf Pack?
Vincent shook his head: “The Wolf King has always treated us equally.”
This ti, he used the title Wolf King.
Since the very beginning, upon joining the Wolf Pack, he had adhered to this title.
It wasn’t Vincent’s intention to try and rekindle past camaraderie, but in his heart, the Wolf King would forever remain his king!
The title “Wolf Lord” felt unfamiliar to him.
In this mont, Vincent reflected: If they had remained in the Arctic Tundra, stationed in the Land of Adventure, perhaps he would still be trailing behind Sander, cooking als and currying favor with the Wolf King.
Yet as his thoughts andered through countless reflections, Vincent ultimately shook his head. All had already passed like the wind.
Regret?
Vincent’s heart harbored no regret for aiding humanity’s cause, but when he gazed upon the serene Silver-haired Giant Wolf before him now, a pang of guilt surged within.
The Wolf King had never betrayed him!
In those snowy wastelands, as they faced freezing to death, it was the Wolf King who sheltered them, later elevating Vincent himself to the position of Human War King.
The Wolf King’s kindness toward him was unparalleled—higher than the skies, heavier than the mountains!
At this mont, Vincent felt a mix of tranquility, guilt, and bitterness. Ultimately, his emotions churned endlessly in his heart!
Unable to withstand his own guilt and reverence for the Wolf King any longer, Vincent knelt before him.
Vincent chose not to plead for forgiveness for his past transgressions, fully aware that from the Wolf Pack’s perspective, and especially the Wolf King’s standpoint, his sins were unforgivable!
However, he still clung to his final sliver of hope and desperation, asking: “Wolf King, when did you begin suspecting ?”
After a long silence, Vincent finally received an answer.
But that answer transford the bitter guilt and remorse in Vincent’s eyes first into relief, then into a dawning realization that quickly turned to unconcealable shock.
Just as Vincent prepared to crawl forward, pleading with the Wolf King to spare humanity,
shadow scouts of the Fox Tribe’s Shadow Unit One appeared silently, deploying a small Binding Array to seal Vincent off from all Origin Power and Source of Divinity. His agonized pleas echoed pitifully atop the Fox Tribe’s highest peak.
And that towering silver wolf silhouette remained unmoving, gazing down upon the Southern Territory Mountains.
His cold eyes were untouched by Vincent’s heart-wrenching cries, unyielding as frozen glaciers.
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