Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 381 - 68

"Buddy, not only do you all not wish to go to war with the Royal Court, but the Royal Court itself has no plans to provoke you."

Right now, a group of men in gray suits had already caught up. They picked up hand crossbows, firearms, and other weapons, pointing them at Losa and Kurs behind him, fully prepared.

"If you surrender, I can guarantee your safety and arrange an honorable escort out of the country."

Not wanting to start a war is one thing.

But the Elite Wolf Race absolutely won’t allow Losa to move freely on the wolf territory.

"Looks like we’ll have to see who’s the real deal in a fight."

Losa sighed somewhat helplessly, thinking he could avoid the battle with just words; he was certainly too naive.

Immediately, black dragon scales rapidly emerged on his skin surface, and where his feet stepped, water boiled, rising into thin mist, while Kurs silently melted into a pool of blood, merging into Losa’s shadow.

A terrifying pressure swept out like a tornado.

In the eyes of the Wolf Race, there was a faint illusion of a majestic black dragon behind Losa, soaring into the sky, its cold eyes devoid of any emotion, sweeping over them coldly.

The combined might of the Dark Lord and Dragon Mighty at this moment fell completely upon these wolves.

Several pure-blooded Wolf Race transformed; their bodies expanded, flesh proliferating, quickly evolving into werewolves with black fur over three meters tall, fiercely pouncing toward Losa.

Swish—

A werewolf charged halfway, and a large splatter of blood shot from its neck. Clutching its throat, its body quickly reverted to human form, collapsing headfirst into a pool of blood.

This werewolf had the level of Elite Wolf Race after transformation, but under Losa’s pressure, sneak attacked by an assassin of Kurs’s calibre, stood no chance of survival. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Be careful, that’s the Blood Shadow Demon from the Cepesh Family; he can parasitize in your shadow!"

The Elite Wolf Race aimed while loudly reminding.

In the shadow, Kurs’s expression was slightly cold. He hadn’t reached elite status yet, relying only on the talent "Blood Shadow," the additional boost from "Blood Demon Disintegration" to attack power, and the blood-sucking effect of "Thirst for Blood" against the enemy.

Among them, "Blood Shadow" was undoubtedly his core ability, and revealing it made achieving such an "Instant Kill" effect significantly harder.

A werewolf rushed the fastest, dodging Losa’s Blood Spear throw, and propelled off the wall with its feet, diving down at Losa. But promptly from the side, a werewolf with silvery-gray fur slammed it away.

The silver werewolf slowly rose, a trace of apology on its face: "Sorry, my lord, I arrived late."

"You came second early, just a bit behind Kurs."

In Losa’s hand, the Cross Sword was surrounded by flames. Even if Hans hadn’t arrived, that werewolf wouldn’t have harmed him; double enhancement from Bloodfall and Half-Dragon Transformation meant his Attribute Values surpassed regular Elite Wolf Race by a wide margin.

"Which family are you from?"

Looking at Hans, the Elite Wolf Race showed a hint of astonishment on its face.

This pure-blood wolf from an unknown family clearly had Centurion Level combat power. Of course, in Yakxi, there were plenty at this level, but this fur color invoked memories of a forbidden name dusted in Wolf Race history.

"I don’t have a family."

Hans gave him a cold glance, misunderstanding the so-called Wolf Race family culture; he felt Wolf Race’s identity had less sense of belonging compared to his label as a Prussian.

He had no intention of speaking; he dropped to all fours, silver-gray fur clung wetly to his body like silver lightning, dashing and weaving, barely anyone able to last a round against him.

Bang—

A scorching lead bullet brushed past Hans’s scalp, leaving a charred mark atop his head.

His gaze sharpened, turning to the Elite Wolf Race aiming from afar, ready to strike, but saw that person suddenly widen his eyes, raised a hand to his neck, where blood splattered into countless sharp small swords, shooting out, piercing several wolf shooters’ bodies, landing into puddles on the ground, bubbling like boiling.

Kurs wore a slight smile, thumbed up to Hans, then once more turned to a pool of blood, disappearing into the shadow.

"In battle, first kill the back row."

Hans returned the thumbs-up. Though he and Kurs had cooperated only once, their coordination this time appeared extremely seamless.

Just then.

A heavy figure fell from the Bell Tower, hurling Hans away with a punch.

"Bammer, my lord!"

The group of Yakxi Family wolves quickly gathered around like they found their backbone.

"Kill them!"

The centurion called Bammer glanced coldly over the figures in the blood pools, especially the gunman assassinated by Kurs, rage veiled in his eyes, almost erupting.

Looks like there’s no holding back now.

Losa thought silently.

This centurion exerted immense pressure, his level far surpassed the typical centurion’s range; if not for the only broad rank below the Wolf Lord being a centurion, he wouldn’t solely be a centurion.

He must be the true elite encircling Chelina.

Flames, explosively erupted!

Just at the right time, the wind and rain ceased.

As if scared away by that fire deity.

A girl riding a bicycle, holding a black umbrella,

"I think I’ve seen you."

The wolf girl looked at Losa, with her head held high: "Have we met?"

A hint of confusion flashed before her eyes, as if recalling a young man waving farewell under the sunset.

But in reality, that person didn’t exist.

The wolf girl had once asked familiar people, only to receive bewildered faces, as if the man who she spent a month with in her early years only existed in her imagination.

But some said it was yesterday’s ghost, arriving in a giant ship, silently leaving.

Only the chosen can see them.

Thinking this, the face in her memory became faintly unclear.

"Most likely not."

Losa mused for a moment, shaking his head.

"Then I must have remembered wrong."

"You all are... quite capable."

The wolf girl’s smile was bright: "Nina is in your hands; although I don’t know when Nina got involved with you, it feels like you can be trusted."

Kurs hidden in Losa’s shadow felt slightly baffled.

When had the renowned killer family, Saluzzo produced a Wolf Race Assassin so easily trusting?

Did Saluzzo finally produce a naive one?

...

Losa felt slightly bewildered, but he had quite a good impression of this wolf girl who once helped Chelina a lot.