Chapter 451: Wolf King He China

I don't know what aesthetic this group of werewolves is going for, but when you step into this stone giant house that also serves as the courtyard gate, the first thing you see is actually a long corridor.

Moreover, what hangs on the walls on both sides of the corridor are not beautiful paintings or exquisite sculptures, but skulls so clean and dry they are nothing but bone.

What's more ridiculous is that this can truly be called varied, for it includes herbivorous beastmen, carnivorous beastmen, orcs, humans, sub-humans, and even elves and dragon-blooded.

But this is obviously not a natural science museum of a fantasy world, and a museum would not inscribe on the plaques beneath the skulls in great detail how the Wolf King killed their masters.

In fact, these are the skulls of every strongman and tribal chieftain slain by the Wolf King after he seized power.

Therefore, anyone wishing to see the Wolf King must first personally experience this death corridor that proves his absolute strength and unshakable status.

But for Wendigo, his feeling upon passing through here is not limited to this.

Because at the sole turn of this corridor, inexplicably stand two empty oak boards, with plaques beneath them likewise blank.

Then, if he were to simply pull his own head off his neck and stick it up there, it would fit in completely without any sense of incongruity.

……

So, the reason the Wolf King built this corridor is probably largely to intimidate him!

——Disobedient bad kids will have their skulls plucked by the big gray wolf, you know.

But that's nothing; it's just mutual exploitation, and everyone actually knows it deep down.

It's simply because everyone is still useful for now; to maintain this relationship, we feign ignorance—no big deal.

And after passing through this long corridor, what comes into view is a courtyard filled with many swords, spears, halberds, and archery targets.

If it were usual, the Wolf King might be leisurely boiling water here and drinking a special herbal tea unique to their tribe.

But now, the fire has dwindled, the king's shadow is nowhere to be seen; only two fox-person stewards wait here, and the first thing they say is.

"His Majesty the Wolf King is not here now; if you truly have urgent business, His Majesty says he can invite you to the archery range outside the city for a meeting."

……

Playing monkey!

Granny, this is definitely monkey business!

Angry as he may be, if roles were truly reversed, Wendigo would probably choose to give himself a knock at this moment.

No need to explain; he knows deep down what he has done.

Thanks to his efforts, the Shadow Church has recently been recruiting troops and buying horses, with movements even larger than the royal court; it's no wonder the Wolf King bears a grudge.

So, Wendigo, who truly has urgent business, can only swallow his anger, silently leaving the royal court under the guard of soldiers and coming to a distant valley.

"Beautiful!"

But before he could even push aside the branches blocking his view, he heard exaggerated cheers from the Wolf Soldier Guards not far away.

Only one person could elicit such fervor from them: the Wolf King He China, standing in their midst, who had just loosed an arrow at that distant black dot.

In the fixed impression of the Radiant People, players, and even many wastelanders, this grassland overlord who stirred up the wolf disaster must be a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, ferocious-looking absolute tyrant.

At least eight people killed per day!

At least three children eaten per meal!

Greedy for wealth and lust, crude and debauched, wine pools and meat forests, countless concubines… anyway, just stack the tyrant debuffs one by one and it fits!

But in fact it's not so; surrounded by these guards who average 1.9 meters tall with explosively muscular builds, He China stands at under 1.7 meters with a relatively proportionate build, even giving off a somewhat laughable air of fragility.

Moreover, even though he still has a wolf's head, the soft gray fur on his brow and face and his perpetually upturned mouth corner can also lend him a touch of the scholarly air unique to anthropologists.

Although strictly speaking, he is certainly no skinny beanpole; on Earth he could at least be a nightclub trendsetter who pulls on a T-shirt whenever, poses his abs on Xunle to pick up girls.

But…

Even beneath this black great robe, they are merely large bone frames, yet Wendigo dares to call himself more of a man than him!

Win! (hysterical)

Then, with a wry laugh, he unilaterally soothed the heartache of having been toyed with; Lao Yang Tou put on a relaxed air, clapped his hands, and walked over.

"Hahaha, truly worthy of Your Majesty, that arrow was fiercely powerful!"

"Huh?"

He handed the long bow, which likewise lacked much strength, to the guard beside him; the Wolf King, hearing the sound, turned around.

He did not speak immediately, but fell silent for a moment, then feigned surprise at recognizing who it was, and only then let out the same laugh.

"Oh dear, the National Teacher has come as well; this little hunting ground is really lively today."

"Uh…"

Although this is obviously also meant to disgust Lao Yang Tou, underhanded tricks like tripping someone must ultimately be carried out behind the scenes.

Doing such things openly on paper is nothing but foolish.

So the Wolf King did not let Wendigo continue to be embarrassed; instead he adjusted his collar and generously waved his hand.

"All right, someone come, prepare the feast! When my eldest son brings back the game, I want to enjoy this Mangshan deer together with my National Teacher."

It sounds enthusiastic, but Wendigo knows that the Wolf King's special emphasis on 'my eldest son' is not out of any affection.

For in the next moment, fierce hoofbeats came from where the arrow had gone—a troop of grassland wolf cavalry galloping this way.

But unlike the white-haired wolf men following, the leader of that troop is actually a tiger person whose hair is even whiter than theirs.

And upon arriving nearby, he immediately dismounted and rushed over.

He knelt on one knee, holding up with both hands the female deer tied behind him that had already breathed its last, and respectfully said.

"Father King! Your arrow pierced its eye with perfect accuracy; congratulations on obtaining a perfect pelt!"

"Haha, good!"

The Wolf King let out a hearty laugh, but did not take the deer; instead he first helped the white tiger to his feet.

"My son, you've worked hard; later I will surely give you the most tender ribs to eat!"

The crown prince hastily performed another salute.

"Thank you, Father King!"

If outsiders were to see it, considering both are of the royal family, this would literally be a father's kindness and a son's filial piety.

Possible translation: "If outsiders were to look, considering both are royalty, this would definitely count as filial piety in the literal sense."

But we need to be concise, not add extra. Let's break down:

If outsiders were to see it,

considering both are members of the royal family,

this would literally be a father's kindness and a son's filial piety.

We can translate: "If outsiders were to look, considering both are royalty, this would definitely count as filial piety in the literal sense."

If outsiders were to see it, considering both are of the royal family, this would literally be a father's kindness and a son's filial piety.

I'll go with: "If outsiders were to look, considering both are royalty, this would definitely count as filial piety in the literal sense."

literal sense

But at least anyone who's studied a bit of biology knows that a wolf couldn't possibly give birth to a tiger.

Translation: "But at least anyone who's studied a bit of biology knows a wolf couldn't possibly give birth to a tiger."

at least anyone who's studied a bit of biology knows

a wolf couldn't possibly give birth to a tiger

But at least anyone who has studied a bit of biology knows that a wolf could never give birth to a tiger.

Moreover, even if this wolf were a rare variant of the Steppe Werewolf, it would merely be a Green Wasteland Werewolf with silver blood.

Translation: "Moreover, even if this wolf were a rare variant of the Steppe Werewolf, it would merely be a Green Wasteland Werewolf with silver blood."

【98】 Moreover, even if this wolf were a rare variant of the Steppe Werewolf, it would merely be a Green Wasteland Werewolf with silver blood.

Thus translation: "Moreover, even if this wolf were a rare variant of the Steppe Werewolf, it would merely be a Green Wasteland Werewolf with silver blood."

Moreover, even if this wolf were a rare variant of the Steppe Werewolf, it would merely be a Green Wasteland Werewolf with silver blood.

But that tiger, however, possesses golden blood and can rival the khan to the north as a Cold Forest Tigerfolk.

Translation: "But that tiger, however, possesses golden blood and can rival the khan to the north as a Cold Forest Tigerfolk."

But that tiger, however, possesses golden blood and can rival the khan to the north as a Cold Forest Tigerfolk.

can rival the khan to the north as

Therefore, although this white tiger isn't particularly old among beastfolk, under the Wolf King's training its level exceeds seventy.

Translation: "Therefore, although this white tiger isn't particularly old among beastfolk, under the Wolf King's training its level exceeds seventy."

Therefore, although this white tiger isn't particularly old among beastfolk, under the Wolf King's training its level exceeds seventy.

its level under the Wolf King's training exceeds seventy

Even when facing a Wendigo with double boost from legendary blood and quasi-divine power, it still has no chance of victory, but it's definitely a threat.

Translation: "Even when facing a Wendigo with double boost from legendary blood and quasi-divine power, it still has no chance of victory, but it's definitely a threat."

Even when facing a Wendigo with double boost from legendary blood and quasi-divine power, it still has no chance of victory, but it's definitely a threat.

Even with a double boost, it still has no chance of victory, but it's definitely a threat.

No wonder you wanted to meet me here, you're trying to overwhelm me with this dog!

Translation: "... No wonder you wanted to meet me here; you're trying to overwhelm me with this dog!"

We need to keep the ellipsis and the exclamation. The line starts with "……". We'll keep three dots? The instruction: output each line as a single output line with 【N】 and translation. We'll keep the ellipsis as "...". So: "... No wonder you wanted to meet me here; you're trying to overwhelm me with this dog!"

No wonder you wanted to meet me here, you're trying to overwhelm me with this dog!

Wendigo certainly harbors anger and resentment, but secretly cursing the prince named Mandulat as a dog turns out to be not wrong.

Translation: "Wendigo certainly harbors anger and resentment, but secretly cursing the prince named Mandulat as a dog turns out to be not wrong."

Wendigo certainly harbors anger and resentment, but secretly cursing the prince named Mandulat as a dog turns out to be not wrong.

Wendigo certainly harbors anger and resentment, but secretly cursing the prince named Mandulat as a dog turns out to be not wrong.

Because this bastard's father isn't the Wolf King Hechina at all—or rather, the scoundrel who bears a grudge of patricide against him is the true Wolf King Hechina!

Translation: "Because this bastard's father isn't the Wolf King Hechina at all—or rather, the scoundrel who bears a grudge of patricide against him is the true Wolf King Hechina!"

Because this bastard's father isn't the Wolf King Hechina at all—or rather, the scoundrel who bears a grudge of patricide against him is the true Wolf King Hechina!

This bastard's father isn't the Wolf King Hechina at all; or rather, the scoundrel who bears a grudge of patricide against him is the true Wolf King Hechina.

It might be a basic rule of every world: races with great talent are always rare, no matter the reason.

Translation: "It might be a basic rule of every world: races with great talent are always rare, no matter the reason."

It might be a basic rule of every world: races with great talent are always rare, no matter the reason.

It might be a basic rule of every world that races with great talent are always rare, no matter the reason.

Even if the elves once built a ten-thousand-year empire, at their peak they numbered only a hundred thousand—let alone the Cold Forest Tigerfolk settled in the world's fringes.

Translation: "Even if the elves once built a ten-thousand-year empire, at their peak they numbered only a hundred thousand—let alone the Cold Forest Tigerfolk settled in the world's fringes."

Even if the elves once built a ten-thousand-year empire, at their peak they numbered only a hundred thousand—let alone the Cold Forest Tigerfolk settled in the world's fringes.

Even if the elves once built a ten‑thousand‑year empire, at their peak they numbered only a hundred thousand—let alone the Cold Forest Tigerfolk settled in the world's fringes.

In fact, as a race that chose to live in seclusion due to historical reasons, thereafter peaceful and refusing war1.

Translation: "In fact, as a race that chose to live in seclusion due to historical reasons, thereafter peaceful and refusing war."

In fact, as a race that chose to live in seclusion due to historical reasons, thereafter peaceful and refusing war1.

But the "1" likely is a footnote marker; we should keep it. So we output "... refusing war1."

In fact, as a race that chose to live in seclusion due to historical reasons, they have remained peaceful and refuse war1.

Until thirty years ago, they were still living under the Old King's leadership in the edge of the desert coast, a forest almost perpetually snow-covered, leading an utterly unnoticeable existence.

Translation: "Until thirty years ago, they were still living under the Old King's leadership in the edge of the desert coast, a forest almost perpetually snow-covered, leading an utterly unnoticeable existence."

Until thirty years ago, they were still living under the Old King's leadership in the edge of the desert coast, a forest almost perpetually snow-covered, leading an utterly unnoticeable existence.

Until thirty years ago, they were still living under the Old King's leadership on the fringe of the desert coast, in a forest almost perpetually snow‑covered, leading an utterly unnoticeable existence.

Then Hechina came, using his troop of wolves who loved killing as much as life, once again proving what 'a hero struggles against four hands' means.

Translation: "Then Hechina came, using his troop of wolves who loved killing as much as life, once again proving what 'a hero struggles against four hands' means."

Then Hechina came, using his troop of wolves who loved killing as much as life, once again proving what 'a hero struggles against four hands' means.

Then Hechina came, using his troop of wolves who loved killing as much as life, once again proving what 'a hero struggles against four hands' means.

The White Tiger King, already old and frail, thus died in the melee, and the entire tribe became the Wolf King's spoils together.

Translation: "The White Tiger King, already old and frail, thus died in the melee, and the entire tribe became the Wolf King's spoils together."

The White Tiger King, already old and frail, thus died in the melee, and the entire tribe became the Wolf King's spoils together.

The White Tiger King, already old and frail, thus died in the melee, and the entire tribe became the Wolf King's spoils together.

To fully obtain the persuasive power and authority that come with golden blood, the Wolf King did something quite vicious.

Translation: "To fully obtain the persuasive power and authority that come with golden blood, the Wolf King did something quite vicious."

To fully obtain the persuasive power and authority that come with golden blood, the Wolf King did something quite vicious.

To fully obtain the persuasive power and authority that come with golden blood, the Wolf King did something quite vicious.

Indeed, he used the White Tiger King's corpse as leverage, forcing the Tiger King's only son, Mandulat, to acknowledge him as father.

Translation: "Indeed, he used the White Tiger King's corpse as leverage, forcing the Tiger King's only son, Mandulat, to acknowledge him as father."

Indeed, he used the White Tiger King's corpse as leverage, forcing the Tiger King's only son, Mandulat, to acknowledge him as father.

Indeed, he used the White Tiger King's corpse as leverage, forcing the Tiger King's only son, Mandulat, to acknowledge him as father.

So that other blank board is actually used to continually warn Mandulat.

Translation: "So that other blank board is actually used to continually warn Mandulat."

So that other blank board is actually used to continually warn Mandulat.

So that other blank board is actually used to continually warn Mandulat.

——Disobedient bad kids, you know, will have their fathers' brains torn out by their stepfather as a decoration.

Translation: "—Disobedient bad kids, you know, will have their fathers' brains torn out by their stepfather as a decoration."

We need to keep the em dash and the quoting. The line starts with "——". We'll keep as "—". So translation: "—Disobedient bad kids, you know, will have their fathers' brains torn out by their stepfather as a decoration."

——Disobedient bad kids, you know, will have their fathers' brains torn out by their stepfather as a decoration.

Therefore Wendigo completely fails to understand—it is clearly a threefold hatred of patricide, genocide, and the humiliation of kneeling.

Translation: "Therefore Wendigo completely fails to understand—it is clearly a threefold hatred of patricide, genocide, and the humiliation of kneeling."

Therefore Wendigo completely fails to understand—it is clearly a threefold hatred of patricide, genocide, and the humiliation of kneeling.

Therefore Wendigo completely fails to understand that it is clearly a threefold hatred of patricide, genocide, and the humiliation of kneeling.

How can this damned Mandulat still be so filial?

Translation: "How can this damned Mandulat still be so filial?"

How can this damned Mandulat still be so filial?

How can this damned Mandulat still be so filial?

Trash!

And while he stood to the side, wildly muttering curses, a charming woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Your Majesty, I heard you hunted a Mangshan deer, so I came specially to congratulate~

She was a young woman wearing an elaborate long dress, with exceptionally fair skin and a pair of red eyes.

And for some reason, although there were better places above and below to admire, the curve from her chin to her neck was especially eye‑catching.

Thus the Wolf King no longer played along with the Tiger Prince, but instead wore an indescribable smile, walked straight to her side, and whispered.

Hehe, it's just a deer, right? Beauty, there will be much more for this king to hunt in the future.

If any Huaxia players were present, they would surely have gone crazy jumping to Daji and King Zhou, wondering when they could fast‑forward to the Burning Deer Platform.

But the werewolves present merely stepped back a few paces and turned away, showing they were used to this.

Only Wendigo and Madulatu in the crowd had strange expressions, keeping only a polite smile on their faces.

Lao Yang Tou is because this woman is actually not a 'person'; she is the vampire baroness Berona of the Third Seat of the Strange Council, and also a spy placed by Him beside the Wolf King.

One can only say she lives up to being possibly older than Him, her palace‑intrigue skills maxed out, she defeated that bunch of crude steppe women including the fox clan's little mistress, becoming the sole Wolf Queen.

As for Madulatu…

Who knows why, but thinking positively, maybe it's just the obedient son being jealous of his stepmother.

Anyway he found an excuse that a subordinate still needed training and left directly, while Berona volunteered to take charge of the subsequent food work.

Good, good, good, being able to taste the beauty's cooking makes this king happy!

He furtively stroked another curve on Berona's body, and the Wolf King pretended to be serious as he turned around.

Oh dear, National Teacher, I'm really sorry for leaving you aside; come on, let's continue our talk!

What could Wendigo say? He could only go along and smooth things over, then sat with the Wolf King on the bank of that small stream in the valley.

The Wolf King chuckled as he poured two cups, then picked up one himself.

Come, this cup of wine is this king's apology, please!

When a leader initiates a toast, it's either to flatter or to smooth things over, but either way it's for the sake of face.

Damn thing, maybe it's just trying to temporarily mend the relationship…

Thus Wendigo also picked up another cup with two bony fingers, raised his hand and clinked it against the Wolf King's,

Thank you, Your Majesty; I also wish you long life!

Of course, a skeleton cannot drink alcohol; it can only use shadows to pull and tear the liquid apart, indicating it has 'drunk it dry'.

Good!

But the essence of a leader's toast is just going through the motions, so the Wolf King still satisfiedly nodded.

This king heard from the steward that the National Teacher has important matters to come discuss with me.

Then he put down his own empty cup and formally entered the stage of discussing substantive matters.

Then I think between us we needn't stand on ceremony; if there's anything, please speak plainly!

Alright, then please Your Majesty first hear the news I have obtained from the Hui Guang Kingdom...

After Wendigo finished recounting to the Wolf King everything that had recently happened in the Hui Guang Kingdom, the grilled venison was also brought to the table.

Given the importance of the matter, while calling Lao Yang Tou to eat meat, he hurriedly tried to sample the queen's cooking, and the Wolf King further prolonged his thinking time.

After the three cups were finished, his gaze cleared again and he spoke leisurely.

According to the National Teacher's view, this group of Pioneers is indeed a group of clever people.

Wendigo heard this, stared blankly, hesitated a moment, then nodded.

Yes, Your Majesty, they managed to expand to such a vast range in just half a year; this is definitely something we should be wary of!

Wary~

The Wolf King drew out his tone, deliberately glanced at him, then continued speaking.

"But since the other side's strength isn't weak either, I actually think it's better to resolve grudges than to create them, National Preceptor—what do you say?"

"I say?"

"I say, you Mare Gobi!"

No wonder Lao Yang Tou was so anxious he wanted to curse.

Besides, grudges should be resolved, not formed...

This damn Wolf King just finished disgusting himself and that cowardly cannon—how can he dare act so hypocritically?

But a higher official can crush you to death; for now, lacking the strength to overturn the table, he can only lower his head in submission.

"Your Majesty, the Pioneers are absolutely not an entity that can be negotiated with!"

"To be frank, my Church has already clashed with them many times; although it was only some minor probing, since we lose more than win, that's enough to show their threat."