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the Matriarch asked. “That’s all I know Matriarch. Please educate me Matriarch.” “Very well,” the Matriarch stated, and proceeded to expand her aide’s sphere of knowledge. “Gigantism only appears in Royals with dense bloodlines. If a Barbarian Royal has a diluted bloodline, they wouldn’t be able to unlock this technique. However, Blood Warrior has no such restriction.” The Matriarch spoke slowly, yet her aide had his ears almost flying in her direction, intent on not missing a single word that she spoke. For the Matriarch’s guidance was a privilege that many didn’t have.

Further upon asking about its source, middle aged couple informed us that infected young girl was their younger daughter while her name was name Mariana, Mariana was one beautiful young girl who turned Seventeen year earlier that week and her secret long time lover Adrian proposed Marian for marriage but she declined his proposal and made fun of him in front on her entire family and friend because he was a hunchback young man, she also mentioned that she was simply using his love for her selfish motive, Adrian was a Taylor by profession he used to run a small yet very popular garment shop in their town while Mariana used to get her gowns designed from her without paying him a dime. Humiliate

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

while Warren rushed towards the man to save the damsel in distress but the envisioned rescue was cut short as Warren fragmented into pieces like a bloke of ice made into ice cubes. "Life Return" a tiny voice sounded and Warren reorganized into piece again under the cast spell. But it visibly took a large toll on him since beads of sweat were flowing down his face and he was coughing out huge amounts of blood. Warren was injured and weakened as the spell he cast was surely not without a price. Life Return it seems was not an easy spell to cast. "A life warlock. Fascinating," the man mused friskily at what he saw. Warlocks are those experts that do not follow the standard road to immortality.

Opposite them, the gangplank of the lead copper war-barge lowered with a heavy, mechanical thud. The figures stepping onto the mainland stone were not Lycans, and they were not humans. They were the Saurian Janissaries of the Eastern Steppes—towering, bipedal elite warriors whose bodies were covered in thick, interlocking scales of deep crimson and emerald green. They wore no armor, only heavy kilts of woven fire-silk, and their elongated, reptilian jaws were lined with rows of serrated, yellow bone teeth. In their clawed hands, they held heavy, long-barreled halberds that hummed with a dangerous, volcanic pressure.

Somehow, I felt the night darkened. “Don’t touch him!” I cried out desperately, “He has nothing to do with any of this!” The man’s grin turned into laughter. He kept his palm open, revealing Mateo in the magical circle. Mateo, who had recognized me, started to bang on an invisible wall, as though he was trying to break through the magical circle. “Ari! Please help me!” the boy cried out, “Please! Please let me out!” “Hello, Lady,” the man said, still with a huge grin, “My name is Bar, a warlock. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

One thing I must do is negate the effect, or at least delay its activation, so the Lycans can prepare for the attack. For centuries, the Lycans relied solely on the sturdy barrier that their founder created. It is the only wall that the healers could not break and the only territory they couldn't infiltrate. The Lycans are strict about who they welcome to their territory. Most of the other races that can enter it are humans, because they pose no threat to the wolves at all. But for the healers, our scent alone could make a wolf growl. "Mama~" William groaned, as the spell must be really making him uncomfortable.

And by minor skirmishes, it means mostly werewolf aggression against the Lycans. “We owe much of our success to your spells and enchantments,” General Birkett emphasizes. “Please, I’m just glad that whatever I’ve done before is being put to good use,” I say, pretending. Of course they will win with it! Werewolves do not employ mages. They still have their Moon Goddess, whereas the Lycans have been abandoned because of an incident with the Alpha Queen over a hundred years ago.

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”