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Pixis’s voice was somewhat weak, after all, casting the Spirit Communicating Battle Song that could envelop tens of thousands of Jackal Werewolf troops in one go, even with his strength, left him somewhat drained.

“What is it?”

Pixis did not dismount but instead spoke from his carriage.

The Lizard-man Cavalry said, “Her Highness Freya, Princess of the Wolf Tribe Snow Wolves, requests an audience!”

“Hmm? Her Highness Freya?”

Pixis’s tone paused for a moment before he immediately said, “Quickly, usher her in!”

Soon, a disheveled Freya, escorted by many Lizard-man Cavaliers, met with Pixis.

Beside Freya, there was also another tall figure, covered with black fur, a Werewolf from Wolf Tribe.

As one of the twelve Red Robes High Priests of the Cave Beastmen, Pixis technically did not need to show excessive courtesy even when facing the Royal Family of the Wolf Tribe.

But since Freya was indeed a princess of the Snow Wolves, he still appeared in person to greet her.

“Freya, greets High Priest Pixis.”

Upon seeing Pixis, Freya’s tone was also very respectful.

Pixis opened his arms and performed a special gesture.

“Thanks be to the Beast God, my child, you have returned safely.”

“Now that the fearsome Rabies Virus spreads across much of the Wind-Speaking Prairie, it’s indeed a great relief that you are unharmed, Your Highness.”

Freya too gave a wry smile and said, “I did not expect to encounter this incident… the Jackal Werewolf encampment is gone, and I got separated from Adak and the others on the way.”

“If I hadn’t encountered a wandering member of the Wolf Tribe outside, my odds would have been grim.”

“A wandering Wolf?”

Pixis looked towards the tall Werewolf by Freya’s side, a gleam flashed deep in his eyes as he nodded gently and said, “Child, the Beastman Empire always welcomes stray children.”

“Since you saved Her Highness Freya this time, I shall personally preside over your baptism…”

Before he could finish speaking, a purple light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the tall Werewolf beside Freya.

Sluggish Halo!

“Seize him!”

The moment the voice fell, everyone present was momentarily stunned.

The tall Werewolf beside Freya, however, let out a fierce roar, thrust his legs into the ground, and shot towards Pixis with force.

Midway, his claws elongated and sharpened, ferociously striking in front of Pixis.

“It’s no use, child…”

Pixis spoke indifferently, “You have courage, daring to approach me through Her Highness Freya. But…”

His tone suddenly became chilling, like the cold winds of winter.

“Humans… dying is of little consequence!”

Before Pixis, a golden light suddenly appeared, deflecting the tall Werewolf’s attack entirely.

“Seize him!”

“Protect High Priest Pixis!”

“Kill!”

The Guardian Knights and followers of Pixis finally reacted, and many rushed toward the tall Werewolf.

Freya’s face changed dramatically, knowing if something were to happen to High Priest Pixis, she would not escape involvement.

“Erik! What are you doing?!”

The tall Werewolf, faced with the surrounding Lizard-man Cavalry and followers trying to kill him, reacted swiftly: he opened his mouth and emitted a cloud of black mist, shrouding an area of more than ten meters, engulfing everyone within.

Along with piercing howls of wolves, flashes of blades and swords continuously sparkled, interspersed with several screams.

“Hahaha~ I’m not any Wolf Werewolf! You little girl, if it weren’t for using you to get close to the Cave Beastmen’s Red High Priest, I would have killed you a long ago!”

“What a pity… all those old immortals are cunning, and you’ve found out!”

In the black mist, the tall werewolf laughed heartily, but then there was a sudden scream.

Suddenly, a tall, black shadow rushed out, covered in blood, clearly having sustained serious injuries.

Yet even so, he was full of ferocity, fending off two Lizard-man Cavalry with his strategy of trading injury for injury, momentarily forcing them back.

Then, with a powerful leap, he transformed into an even larger giant wolf and dashed away into the distance.

“Chase him!”

“Bring him back!”

Several angry shouts echoed as more than ten Lizard-man Cavalry immediately mounted their giants lizards and galloped after the large black giant wolf.

In the sky, a few dark spots also appeared, following far behind the giant wolf.

“High Priest Pixis, are you alright!”

A Lizard-man follower asked anxiously, as the Priest was powerful, but once a warrior got close, the odds were not in their favor!

Pixis waved his hand, “I’m fine.”

Flereya also asked with concern, “High Priest…”

“It’s nothing,” Pixis waved his hand, “This is the human’s conspiracy. According to the information provided by a few Human Race who pledged alliance to us, the ability to shapeshift into werewolves should belong to Lang Fantian, a freshman at Imperial Capital University on Blue Star.”

“This person is from the Grey Wolf Mountains, a significant force among the Blue Star People. They are particularly adept at transforming into werewolves, so it’s not your fault you were deceived. It’s just a pity that…”

“Your Highness Freya, could you describe in detail your encounter with this person?”

Freya’s expression paused, etching the names Grey Wolf Mountains and Lang Fantian firmly in her mind.

If she ever encountered this person in the future, she must kill him!

“High Priest Pixis, it all happened during last night’s Jackal Werewolf mass retreat…”

Flereya briefly described the scene where she and Lang Fantian met, mainly involving Lang Fantian approaching her and helping her kill the rabid Jackal Werewolves.

She had thought she had encountered a fellow tribesman and could retreat together, only to discover it was a Human Race Professionist!

If it hadn’t been for High Priest Pixis’s discerning eyes, who had detected him early on, there’s no telling what trouble this person might have caused.

Pixis said indifferently, “Send out his portrait and description to all tribes, and the moment he is spotted, surround and kill him immediately!”

“Yes, High Priest!”

Soon, a Bipedal Flying Dragon Lizard-man Cavalry descended from the sky and quickly approached Pixis.

Freya asked anxiously, “How did it go? Did you catch him?”

The Knight shook his head and then looked at Pixis, “High Priest, the werewolf jumped into the Wind Language River, and we lost him!”

“Wind Language River…”

Pixis murmured, “This person has already been seriously injured, and both banks of the Wind Language River are our tribe’s territory.”

“Send out search parties; we must kill this person!”

“Yes, my Lord!”

The Lizard-man Cavalry quickly returned, while Pixis turned to Freya:

“Your Highness Freya, could you contact the other Werewolf Inheritors from the Wolf Tribe participating in the Wilderness Trials?”

Freya thought for a moment and then said, “I can, Your Highness.”

“Good…”

Pixis murmured, “I sense it, in the direction of the Splendid Forest, a massive life energy and spatial fluctuation has appeared.”

“Life energy? Secret realm?” Freya asked in surprise, “Could it be a secret realm?”

“No, not a secret realm.”

Pixis shook his head, “These energy and spatial fluctuations could be what legends refer to as… a Blessed Land!”