"Let's go, let's go. Back ho to sleep with the wife."
The shouting man began to transform in his limbs and facial features.
Within seconds, there was suddenly a gray wolf the size of a calf.
"Brothers, let's go ho to find our wives."
Following Bruce's command, dozens of werewolves present began transforming.
Seeing this scene, Ning Fan was utterly flabbergasted.
"What the hell is going on here!"
Noticing the oddity in Ning Fan's expression, William felt embarrassed, realizing he'd forgotten to ntion sothing.
Werewolves are naturally crude, but in a way, it's just a form of straightforwardness.
In terms of the rchants of the world, their favorite clients are probably werewolves because they seldom haggle over prices.
In the past, when the Blood Clan hired werewolves for tasks, they often nad a price that werewolves would agree to without hesitation.
Of course, to maximize squeezing werewolves, the Blood Clan had long had agreents internally.
Every ti paynt would be limited to a certain amount.
The Blood Clan did this not out of stinginess but to prevent increasing the werewolves' appetite.
Werewolves, though considered simple-minded creatures, are not necessarily stupid.
Sotis dissatisfied with the compensation offered by the Blood Clan, they would propose a different price and stick to it firmly.
The cunning Blood Clan never fussed over compensation issues but often demanded more manpower from the werewolves.
Werewolves never pondered these matters; they only cared about the total amount of compensation.
As for average compensation, those were not within their scope of consideration.
Over ti, both clans ca to accept this thod of dealing.
Mainly because the Blood Clan accepted it. In terms of wit, werewolves truly were no match for the Blood Clan.
Bruce left after naming a price and walked away, and this was why.
Listening to William's transmission, Ning Fan was stunned. To him, these werewolves seed adorably silly, and it quelled much of the anger inside him.
Although he wasn't as angry as before, letting these werewolves walk away was like collectively mocking everyone present.
William said flatly, "Bruce, I think you've made a mistake; we do not accept your terms."
Originally, he thought that impulsive werewolves would explode in anger upon hearing this, but the result shocked Ning Fan again.
Bruce loudly barked at the Shaman werewolf with dissatisfaction, "Uhr, you old thing. I told you, the terms you proposed, these stingy bats surely wouldn't agree."
As his voice fell, all the Blood Clan present turned with murderous intent to look at Bruce.
William coldly said, "Watch your language; I don't want to hear that offensive word again."
Bruce arrogantly said, "Trying to scare , huh? Don't think our werewolf tribe is easy to bully."
Cybins, standing beside Bruce, took the opportunity to join him, showing he was ready to advance and retreat together.
Andrew said harshly, "Hmph. Well, you fools, go ahead and try."
The conflict between the Blood Clan and the werewolves suddenly erupted, leaving Ning Fan, the main character, forgotten to the side.
"Ahem...ahem..."
Ning Fan cleared his throat and then said calmly, "Is it my turn to appear now?"
"Who are you..."
Bruce looked puzzled at Ning Fan and finally blurted out, "What kind of thing are you?"
Werewolves have extrely keen senses, even sharper than those of the Blood Clan.
But Bruce did not detect any scent.
The Blood Clan's cold blood, the sll of human body odor, the magical power of spirits...
In short, Ning Fan gave Bruce the sense of being like air.
"Courting death!"
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a seven-colored rainbow glow burst from his body.
The dazzling and splendid scene caused discomfort to the dark creatures present.
"You are human!"
Bruce hesitated for a mont, then furious, shouted at William, "You damn bat, you actually brought a human here. I'm going to kill you."
The "you" Bruce referred to was not William, but Ning Fan.
Seeing Bruce's sudden change of face, Ning Fan was startled and finally understood what William had said was not false; werewolves truly have extre hatred toward humans.
Ning Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Damn! What kind of irreconcilable feud is this?"
At this mont, Uhr, the shaman of the Blood Clan, spoke, "Bruce stop."
"Old thing, why make stop?"
Despite his disrespectful address, Bruce obediently stopped.
In the werewolf tribe where strength is king, all clan leaders are selected through combat prowess.
Although clan leaders are the heads, they don't hold leadership power; they rely serve as symbols of strength.
Only the Shaman Priest is the core of every tribe, the spiritual leader of all werewolves.
Among the ten major tribes of werewolves, each tribe has one and only one Shaman Priest.
Whenever a Shaman Priest dies, even if under abnormal circumstances, a new priest will be automatically born from the tribe.
And the people of the tribe will trust this priest without hesitation.
Even with the Blood Clan's capabilities, they haven't uncovered the secrets of the shaman's inheritance.
Uhr leaned on a wooden staff and shuffled over to William, "Honored Duke, hello."
Looking at the barely five-foot-tall Uhr, William did not treat the old man with the disdain typical toward werewolves but rather greeted him with so respect, "Hello, Priest Uhr."
Though Bruce was similarly powerful, in William's eyes he was rely an oaf with strength,
William could scorn him to his will, but the elderly shaman was different.
The Shaman is the sage of the werewolf tribes; it is through the guidance of the Shamans that has spared werewolves from extinction.
Moreover, William was aware that hidden beneath the shaman's frail body was formidable strength.
For those who balance power and wisdom, even werewolves, the Blood Clan would show due respect.
Uhr raised his head, his cloudy eyes taking in Ning Fan for a mont before asking, "Was it this human who injured my clansn?"
Though phrased as a question, his wise eyes had already confird everything.
Ning Fan replied coolly, "That's right. I was the one who injured them."
"Then five tis the compensation we ask for seems very reasonable, doesn't it!"
"While reasonable, but..."
Saying so, William took a step back, "Now, this matter is no longer for us to decide."
"Oh!"
Uhr turned his gaze to Ning Fan, "Human, what do you want?"
"An apology!"
Staring at the layer of seven-colored light, feeling the dreadful power within, Uhr nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
"I think you misunderstood."
Ning Fan smiled lightly, "It's your werewolves who should apologize to ."
"Blood Clan, you are bullying others too much!"
This statent was directed by Uhr at William.
The proposal for peace was originally put forth by the Blood Clan; now, not only were the werewolves not dwelling on their grievances over broken arms, but repentantly asked to apologize to the human, which was utterly insulting to the werewolves.
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