《Sold To The Lycan King Who Ruined Me. 》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

ClaraThe camp was alive with movement.Thousands of wolves moved through the darkness, their armor glinting in the pale moonlight. Torches flickered in the cold night air, casting dancing shadows across the muddy ground. The sound of boots marching, weapons clanking, and low voices filled the night like a living thing.I stood at the edge of the camp, watching my army prepare.It had taken years to build this force. Years of careful planning, secret alliances, and patient manipulation. Rogues, outcasts, mercenaries, and disgruntled wolves from packs across the kingdom. All of them united by one thing.Their hatred of Silvercrest.I smiled coldly as I watched them move into formation. They were disciplined, well-trained, and loyal. They would do whatever I asked of them. They had been promised land, power, and revenge. And I intended to deliver all of it.A rider approached, his horse lathered with sweat. He dismounted quickly and bowed before me, his chest heaving from the hard ride.

AdrianThe morning sun was just beginning to rise when I heard the horns.I was in the courtyard, helping load the last of the supplies onto the wagons. Noah was inside, resting, trying to save his strength for the journey ahead. Elena was with him, preparing the medicines and herbs we would need.The sound echoed across the valley, deep and resonant. I froze, my hand on the horse's reins."What is that?" one of the guards asked.I didn't answer. I was already running toward the gate.The sound came again, closer now. Horns. War horns. My heart pounded as I climbed the wall and looked out at the horizon.A massive army was approaching. Thousands of wolves, their banners snapping in the wind. At their head, a figure on a black horse, his ash-brown hair blowing in the breeze.Elias.I felt a surge of relief so strong it almost made my knees buckle."Open the gates!" I shouted. "Open the gates!"The guards scrambled to obey. The massive iron gates swung open as Elias rode through, his ar

AdrianWe crested the final hill and saw them.Clara's army stretched across the valley below, thousands of wolves arrayed in battle formation. Their banners snapped in the cold wind, dark and foreboding. The glint of steel caught the pale morning light, a sea of weapons ready for blood.I pulled my horse to a stop, my hand tightening on the reins. The sight of so many soldiers, so many enemies, made my heart pound. But I couldn't show fear. Not now. Not when so many were counting on me."So this is it," I said quietly.Elias rode up beside me, his face grim. "She's been expecting us.""Of course she has." I scanned the valley, counting ranks, assessing positions. "She's had spies everywhere.""Noah?""Protected." I glanced back at the wagon where Noah was resting. Elena was with him, keeping him calm. "He's safe for now."Elias nodded. "What's the plan?"I was quiet for a moment. Then I said, "We fight.""Just like that?""Just like that." I turned to face him. "Clara wants the ritua

AdrianThe war horn sounded, and the world exploded into chaos.I kicked my horse forward, my sword raised, my heart pounding with a rhythm that matched the thunder of hooves around me. Thousands of wolves surged forward, their war cries splitting the morning air. The ground shook beneath us as we charged toward Clara's lines.Elias rode beside me, his face set with grim determination. His sword was already drawn, his eyes scanning the enemy ranks for threats."Stay close!" he shouted over the noise."Don't worry about me!" I yelled back. "Just keep them off my flank!"Elias nodded, and we plunged into the heart of the battle.The first wave of Clara's soldiers met us with a wall of steel. I swung my sword, cutting down the first wolf who came at me. He fell, and another took his place. I parried, thrust, blocked, and swung again. Each movement was instinctive, fueled by years of training and desperate love.Beside me, Elias fought like a demon. His blade flashed in the pale light, ca

NoahThe cold woke me.I gasped, my eyes snapping open, my body jerking against the chains that held me. The world swam into focus around me, dim and shadowy. Stone walls. Flickering torches. The smell of old blood and ancient magic.I was in Ashvale's ritual chamber.I remembered everything. The tent. The soldiers. Clara's face twisted with hatred. The slap. The chains.My hands were bound above my head, attached to an iron ring embedded in the wall. My legs were free, but I was too weak to stand. The baby shifted inside me, a small movement that reminded me I wasn't alone."Shh," I whispered. "We're okay. We're okay."But I didn't believe it.The chamber was vast and dark, the walls lined with ancient symbols I didn't recognize. An altar stood in the center of the room, stained with old blood. Candles flickered around it, casting dancing shadows on the stone floor.And at the center of it all stood Clara.She was wearing a long black robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her fa