On Earth, in the West, France.
The night was as black as ink.
A full moon hung in the night sky.
Cool moonlight poured down from the heavens, casting shimring waves on the broad Garonne River.
On one side of the Garonne River, there lay an expansive vineyard stretching over a hundred thousand hectares. Deep within this vineyard, near the banks of the Garonne River, in a rarely visited area, was a vast sycamore forest.
The French sycamores stood tall and majestic.
It was already late autumn, and the leaves of these sycamore trees had turned deep yellow, covering the ground with a thick layer.
In the depths of the sycamore forest stood an ancient estate, and at its center was a magnificent castle.
Around the castle, large patches of dark blue aconite grass grew, adding to the tranquility of the night.
This place served as the stronghold of the Bordeaux Clan, and was also the residence of the Wolf Emperor and the elders of the Wolf Race Council.
The ceiling above that magnificent castle was transparent.
At this mont, the chilly moonlight fell directly through the high glass ceiling, illuminating the scene within the castle.
Inside the castle, in the main hall, stood two rows of gigantic werewolf statues, each over ten ters tall.
These fourteen werewolf statues, entirely jet black, depicted figures from the mythological legends of the Wolf Race.
The Evil God holding the Black Blade, the God of Destruction wielding the Bow of Destruction, the God of Slaughter Mingbo with the Bloody Axe, the God of War donned in a War Cloak and wielding a Golden Giant Sword, and the Moon Goddess adorned with the Moonlight Gemstone Necklace, among others.
The enormous black statues were intricately carved, with the God of Slaughter Mingbo appearing ferocious and full of killing intent, while the Moon Goddess looked gentle and devout.
At the end of these fourteen black statues was a Crystal Ice Coffin, crystal clear and exuding an icy chill.
Inside the ice coffin lay the silhouette of a Western woman.
The Western woman had extrely delicate features, so exquisite and beautiful that one glance could leave a person enchanted, flawless without a hint of imperfection, her long golden hair cascading like waves.
On her head rested a Blood Crown, with a swan-shaped blood-colored gemstone on it.
This crown was one of the most revered sacred artifacts of the Wolf Race, the Blood Swan Crown.
She wore an elegant and noble golden gown, accentuating her tall and perfect figure, and beside her slender jade-like right hand lay a Divine Spirit Staff symbolizing supre authority.
The Divine Spirit Staff was also one of the most revered sacred artifacts of the Wolf Race.
And within this ice coffin lay the slumbering Wolf Empress of the Wolf Race, Empress Ophelia.
At this mont, in the vast and spacious hall before the ice coffin, stood dozens of figures.
These figures comprised the entire high council of the Wolf Race.
Standing about ten ters away from the ice coffin, closest to it, were four figures.
Among these four figures, two were the Princes of the Werewolves, Prince Barrello and Prince Ariel.
Standing slightly behind the two of them, half a step back, were two elders clad in Western-style silver aristocratic robes.
The elder on Barrello's side was slightly taller, exuding a steady deanor, and was the first elder of the Wolf Race Elder Council, Monroe.
The elder on Ariel's side was rather slim, with a slightly sinister face and cold glints occasionally flickering in his eyes, known as the second elder of the Wolf Race Elder Council, Elvis.
Behind these four people stood ten Red Dukes of the Wolf Race, and further behind were over twenty Counts, representing the foundation built by the Wolf Race over a millennium.
Moonlight fell through the high ceiling, illuminating these figures.
"Hehehe, this ti, our Wolf Race will surely rise to great prominence! Our Wolf Race will beco even more powerful!"
Barrello's face was filled with excitent, an excitent tinged with a certain degree of ferocity and fanaticism, as he glanced up at the full moon in the night sky before directing his gaze forward.
In front of him, nine Blood Essence Spirit Fruits floated in the air, emanating an enticing blood-red glow, with astonishing energy pervasive within them.
"Not only that, our Wolf Race shall dominate the world and beco the most powerful force!"
A flash of crimson appeared in Ariel's eyes as he spoke.
At this instance, including the two elder councilors Monroe and Elvis, all the werewolves gazed at the nine Blood Essence Spirit Fruits with intense desire, their eyes filled with boundless fervor.
Consuming these Blood Essence Spirit Fruits would greatly enhance their strength, awakening their bloodlines once more.
After a mont, the fervent light in the first elder councilor Monroe's eyes slightly subsided, regaining calmness.
"Prince Barrello, this ti, our Wolf Race ventured into the Secret Realm in the East Sea, acquiring these nine invaluable Blood Essence Spirit Fruits, a true blessing for the Wolf Race.
However, we've also suffered significant losses, nearly losing ten Dukes and other powerful counts, and Prince Amos fell within the Secret Realm."
The first elder councilor Monroe turned slightly to look at the elder council, his expression darkening as he spoke.
Now, only half of the elder council remained, appearing much lonelier than before, the Wolf Race having suffered a severe blow.
Hearing this, Barrello's expression imdiately turned a shade darker.
"We were ambushed by people from Huaxia in the Secret Realm, and Amos likely died at the hands of that Huaxia brat.
Additionally, Brandon also fell to the sa Huaxia brat, and a few of our Wolf Race dukes and a few counts were also killed by the ones called the Nangong Clan and the Kunlun Sword Sect under the lead of that Huaxia brat."
Barrello's eyes glistened with a cold light as he recounted the tale.
"That Huaxia brat's strength is truly formidable? To cause such heavy losses to the Wolf Race."
First Elder Monroe's brow furrowed, his expression darkening.
"If only the Wolf Empress had already awakened, we wouldn't have suffered such grievous injuries at the hands of those lowly Huaxia people."
Second Elder Elvis's eyes flashed with a sinister light, his gaze resting on the graceful figure within the ice coffin.
"The Wolf Empress has been in slumber for a century, saying more accomplishes nothing."
Elder Monroe sighed lightly, also casting a glance at the figure within the ice coffin as he spoke.
"Hmph, that Huaxia brat won't have to wait long. I will personally tear him into pieces, and as for those Huaxia Ancient Martial Artist forces, I will eliminate them one by one."
Barrello snorted coldly, a vicious and malevolent gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Barrello, I too cannot wait for that day."
Prince Ariel clenched his slender hands tightly, speaking as well.
As a prince of the Werewolf Race, being hunted and forced into retreat by those from Huaxia was a disgrace she, Ariel, would never forget.
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