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In this chaotic situation, how could they even consider reiming the southern border?
It seemed they were just handing the battlefield over to the Dragon Ash Kingdom’s wolves.
Halbert’s pheromones, mixed with anxiety, said, “They’ve already started inciting some wolf generals from the reinforcement troops to confront Alpha Lance.”
Adide stroked her wolf–head pendant, her silver–blue pheromones as steady as frozen tundra. “Let them be. Lance won’t tolerate morale–sapping. Moreover, the Western Tribes‘ ws are already near Darkw Town.”
“Are we just going to swallow this humiliation?” Paisley’s whip cracked in her palm, the crimson me emblem on her pauldrons ring with anger.
“Shall I rip out Velda’s tongue? She’s merely an Iron w, low–born. I don’t fear her.”
Adide raised an eyebrow. “Velda outranks you now. Disrespecting an officer has consequences. Feel free to test it. Don’t forget, you’re a wolf warrior now.”
Paisley snorted, “If I weren’t a wolf warrior, I’d pay no heed to her rank. I tell you, once the southern border is reimed, I won’t be a warrior anymore. Even if I were offered a general’s post, I wouldn’t want it.”
That night, as expected, trouble brewed.
Velda’s cousin, Brock Freeman, led dozens of wolves toward Lance’s tent.
Lance, furious, ordered the ringleaders dragged out and gged thirty times. He issued a military decree–Any wolf who disobeys Adide could challenge her. If theysted five minutes, their sins would be forgiven.
If not, it was back <i>to </i>drills. Those who neither challenged nor trained would face military justice.
This decree spurred some reluctant but vocal dissenters in the Ironthorn Army.
Among them was Ellen<b>, </b>an Iron w with notablebat skills.
At Adide’s next outdoor training session, he stepped forward.
“Gamma Adide, Alpha Lance dered that anyone may challenge you. If Ist five minutes, I’ll ept my punishment. But I seek no pardon. If you defeat me, I’ll acknowledge your merits, no matter their origin, and hold my tongue forevermore.”
Ellen was arrogant, having trained in wolfbat since childhood.
He’d ioined the roval wolf army at fifteen and <b>never </b>ckened his practice.
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To him, Lance’s decree was a grave insult.
Five minutes? Ridiculous!
Even with Alpha Bentley as her father, Adide couldn’t work that kind of magic.
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The crowd erupted in thunderous apuse. The 15,000 soldiers of the Ironthorn Army roared, “Ellen, we stand with you!”
Adide eyed the wolf general in his early thirties, his face etched with defiance.
Ellen, seeing her silence, sneered, “Too cowardly to fight?”
Adide nted her silver spear in the snow, her moonstone headband fluttering in the night breeze.
She tilted her chin upward, her gaze as cold as ice, “Just to beat you?”
“Exactly!” Ellen boomed, “If I fall to you, I pledge fealty till death.”
“Bravo!”
“Show her her ce, leveraging your family’s merits to climb over our wolf warriors.”
“Ellen, we’re with you.”
Ellen coolly addressed Adide, “Gamma Adide, do you hear me?”
Adide scanned the roaring Ironthorn Army, gripping her silver spear tightly, “Very well, let’s begin!”
Ellen’s eyes brimmed with contempt, “Don’t say I’m bullying you, Gamma Adide. I’ll let you strike first!”
“Thank you,” Adide smiled faintly, the blood–red mole beneath her eye vivid as blood.
She revealed the wolf hairs at her nape and said, “If you can stand after a minute, I concede.”
From afar, Ulrik and Velda stood atop the battlements<b>, </b>surrounded by wolf warriors.
Velda gazed at the training ground, her mint pheromonesced with sulfur.
“Look, someone’s challenging Adide,” she remarked, her slit pupils narrowing with excitement.
Despite the distance, Ulrik recognized the challenger–Ellen, the Ironthorn Army’s formidable “Frostwolf’s w.”
His cedar pheromones suddenly roiled<b>, </b>and a low growl escaped him, “Ellen.”
Velda said with interest “Ellen’s one <b>of </b>the stronger warriors in the Ironthorn Army Wonder how
Ulrik shook his head slowly, “Ellen won’t win.”
Veldaughed heartily, “You’re quite the defender of Adide. Let’s see.”
“I’m just stating the facts,” Ulrik said, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the battlement.
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Velda suddenly burst intoughter, her mint pheromones sweeping like a storm. “Let’s wait and see. I hope she doesn’t lose too miserably. After all, the Frostfang Alpha can’t afford another trampling.”
She narrowed her eyes, fixating on the distant figures, secretly hoping Ellen’s wolf ws would tear that silver–grey war–coat to shreds–exposing the Frostfang “princess” as a weakling propped up by lineage.
Ulrik fell silent, yet his eyes remained locked on Adide.
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