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In the wilderness, Adide raised her silver spear and thrust it at Ellen’s right shoulder.
Ellen burst intoughter–was this weak strike even worthy of being called a battle move?
The fifteen–thousand–strong Ironthorn Army joined in the mockery. Judging by her grip, she probably couldn’t even match a wolf pup’s ws.
Yet, in an instant, Adide’s fingertips burst with silver–blue bone spikes. Her seemingly delicate hands had partially shifted into wolf w.
The silver spear, sensing the awakening of ancient blood, instantly crawled with frost–tooth runes. As the spear tip pierced the air, it emitted a shrill howl.
Ellen’s muscles beneath his hardened scales suddenly convulsed–an instinctive reaction of a lower–ranking wolf to bloodline suppression.
His elongating canines hadn’t fully transformed when Adide’s spear de, adorned with a silver moon crest, illuminated his shrinking pupils.
Before the Ironthorn Army’sughter had even faded, the frozen earth erupted with a sound like ice splitting.
“Wolf ws?” Adide’s voice carried a faint sneer as her spine burst into a protruding bone tail, tearing through her cloak.
The moment the spear tip grazed Ellen’s iron pauldron, her hand fully transformed into a wolf’s w.
Ellen froze. If he tried to snatch the spear now, his entire arm would be shattered.
Panicking, he attempted to retreat but was a step too slow.
The spear tip grazed his left scap, piercing through the iron–d armor and drawing blood that dripped down the de.
“Excuse me,” Adide said, releasing her wolf w. The front–rank wolf warriors dropped to their knees, uncontrobly.
The front–row warriors saw the blood seeping from beneath Ellen’s pauldron, drop by drop, staining the snow crimson like plum blossoms.
Ellen’s face turned pale.
What was the point? He couldn’t evenst a minute.
<b>In </b>the deathly silence only the north wind howled.
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Ellen knelt on one knee, sheathed sword in hand, his voice still trembling, “I, Ellen, from this day forth, pledge unwavering loyalty to you, Gamma Adide.”
Ulrik’s POV
From atop the distant battlements, Velda burst intoughter.
“Is that it? How perfunctory. Did Lance stage this farce to prop up Adide? No dodge, no parry —just standing there to be stabbed. And she wins in one move? Unbelievable.”
The distance between the battlements and the wilderness shielded us from the pheromones and the specifics of their bout.
All we could see was Ellen standing there, epting the strike.
In Velda’s eyes, this was nothing but a charade orchestrated by Lance to elevate Adide.
After herughter subsided, her voice bristled with fury, “The Ironthorn Army bends to Lance’s will. If he says bow, they bow. Why the theatrics? Treating the troops like monkeys.”
I too was puzzled.
Lance had no need for such theatrics–Adide’sbat skills were more than decent. If it came to a real fight, Ellen might not even be her match.
Could Adide’s repertoire be so limited?
Last time she struck at me, I was caught off guard.
Regardless, today’s so–called challenge was a joke.
Resentment simmered within me.
It’s not umon for noble wolf pups to enhance their glory on the battlefield, but handing over the Ironthorn Army <i>to </i>Adide and staging this “Challenge Decree” was nothing short of absurd.
How could this not dishearten the wolf warriors who fought and bled?
“I’ll challenge her,” Velda said, turning to leave.
Her wolf’s restlessness was palpable<b>, </b>the surging pheromones unmistakable.
I grabbed her arm sharply. “Don’t be reckless. She’s inmand of the Ironthorn Army. Even if you beat her, where does that leave Lance and the Ironthorn Army’s dignity? With a major battle looming, we can’t afford internal strife that shakes the troops‘ morale.”
She huffed, “Their <b>special </b>treatment started this. Why should I care?”
I lowered my voice, “Do you <b>still </b>want <b>to </b>earn merits<b>? </b><b>The </b>battlefieldmander here is Alpha
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Velda, reminded, realized we were on the southern border battlefield, under Alpha Lance’s jurisdiction.
Most Gamma here were former subordinates of Alpha Bentley, no friends of ours.
Velda kicked the battlement, her armored body making a dull thud. “All because of her birthright! This fame–stealing wretch, I’ll never let her have it easy. Once battle starts, if she hides at the back, I’ll drag her to the front line.”
I looked at her reddening eyes and sighed. “Alpha Lance wants to use Adide to restore the Davidson family’s glory. She has to be on the battlefield. Just… many wolf warriors will likely protect her in secret.”
Velda let out a discontented wolfish howl, suppressing her rage.
“On the battlefield, life and death are in heaven’s hands. She hasn’t seen the Bloodscar Border’s cruelty. This time, no such luck.”
“The Bloodscar Border’s nothingpared to the southern battlefield,” I said, recalling how Adide’s uncle had taken a de for me, still sending chills down my spine.
She red at the Ironthorn Army’s formation in the wilderness and sneered, “Infinite variables on the battlefield. If these fifteen thousand are just here to bolster her merits, I’ll expose her in the capital after we return, let everyone see how she disgraces Alpha Bentley’s name.”
My heart was a tangle of emotions.
On one hand, I understood Lance’s intentions in promoting Adide–to rally the troops around the Davidson family’s legacy.
On the other, this “special treatment” felt ringly unfair.
Everyone else earned merits with their blood, yet she climbed the ranks under protection.
Thinking this way, I couldn’t help but feel that Velda and I were in an especially tough spot, even tinged with tragedy.
The lingering guilt I’d harbored for Adide gradually curdled into disdain.
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