The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 294 - 247: The Phoenix Clan Attacks (Part 2)

Chapter 294: Chapter 247: The Phoenix Clan Attacks (Part 2)

Mason Sutton is his son, but if he doesn’t have the strength, even if he inherits his position in the future, he won’t be able to win the crowd.

As for who will inherit his position then, both Corbin Crowley and Zeke Veridian are good choices.

Though they aren’t his sons, sons-in-law are like half-sons, not much different in his mind.

Corbin Crowley doesn’t know Lyle Sutton’s thoughts, glancing at Mason Sutton, his silver eyes flickering: "None left."

Mason Sutton turns his gaze to Rhys Blackwood, the meaning clear.

Rhys Blackwood is playing with a few cubs, noticing Mason Sutton’s eyes: "...fed to the snakes."

Indeed, there are a few left, but they’re reserved for the eight cubs, not even enough for his own, let alone spare some for Mason Sutton.

"Zeke..."

Mason Sutton just begins to speak.

Zeke Veridian’s emerald gaze sweeps over: "None."

Malachi Arcanus is squatting by the fire, picking his teeth, chuckling lightly at the words: "I’ve got a few—"

Just as he was about to toss one to Mason Sutton, suddenly realizing these troublemakers all have some, yet each claims otherwise.

In a swift thought, he understands the reason.

Words at his lips, swallowed back again.

He leisurely adds under Mason Sutton’s brightening gaze, "They’re for my unborn wolf cub, can’t give them to you."

If there are extras, giving one to Mason Sutton wouldn’t be impossible then.

Provided there’s an extra...

If they have a litter like Rhys Blackwood’s eight, even the few he has might not be enough.

Lyle Sutton thinks Mason Sutton’s form is truly embarrassing, gives him a hard kick, his face dark, shouting: "Get out and keep watch!"

After speaking, he waves a hand, leading Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and others to set traps.

Though traps already are set during the day, clearly still not enough.

The Priest strokes his beard and follows: "The old man’s new spell should be tested."

Luna Sutton, without sleepiness at this time, decides to join them.

Three wolf cubs and eight little snakes also eagerly follow.

Seeing the cubs have joined, she laughs and cries silently, says nothing, lets them follow.

After all, with everyone watching, no trouble comes, besides they can let the cubs experience some practice.

...... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The night is as black as ink, clouds cloak the moonlight, the sky of the Lower Domain.

A sudden tear splits the sky, fiery phoenix shadows pour forth, like burning flames, aggressively dive towards the Lower Domain.

This sudden phenomenon terrifies the Lower Domain’s major forces, not understanding what happened, subsequently sending clansmen to inquire.

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes, wearing Crow Feather Cloak, lets it flail in the night wind.

She jumps off a Fire Phoenix’s back, her gaze overlooks the land dyed red by Phoenix Fire, immediately sending beastmen to scout the Wolf Tribe’s location.

This is their first time to the Lower Domain, unfamiliar with the exact whereabouts of the Wolf Tribe.

Celestia Fawkes wraps herself in a thick cloak beside Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes, her whole body swells, festers beyond recognition, extraordinarily itchy, yet she endures without scratching.

Knowing the more she scratches the worse it gets, break a blister and worms might crawl out.

She herself is disgusted watching, let alone others, now no one dares approach her.

"Great Shaman..."

Her voice raspy as sandpaper, her eyes venomous, "Soon I want to peel that vile female alive."

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes glances at her, frowning silently.

She surveys the unfamiliar land, an inexplicable uneasiness hovers within.

Seems unlikely that destroying the Wolf Tribe would be so easy, this feeling is absurd, even laughable.

The Phoenix Clan is a giant in Aetheria, a dominant existence, casually dispatching a beastman can effortlessly annihilate the Wolf Tribe.

Yet an inexplicable unease lingers.

Unable to resist, she divines on-site, seeing the cast bones on the ground, the result is: "Great misfortune."

This makes Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes’ face very grim.

"Great Shaman, what do the omens say?"

Celestia Fawkes huddles close, squatting, her swollen fingers paw at the bones on the ground, "What do these ghostly talismans mean?"

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes’ Crow Feather Cloak moves without wind, her withered fingers swiftly gather the bones: "The omens show... great misfortune for this journey."

"Nonsense!"

Celestia Fawkes’ voice suddenly sharp, pustules on her face burst two in her excitement, worms crawling out, "Can mere Lower Domain serfs cause such misfortune for the Phoenix Clan?"

Speaking, distant fire approaches as previously sent Phoenix Clan beastmen land, transforming: "Reporting, Great Shaman, the Wolf Tribe has long abandoned their homes!"

"What?"

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes heavily pounds the ground with her Bone Staff, intensely staring at the beastman: "Any trace of their direction?"

The Phoenix Clan beastman shakes his head: "Judging by traces, they left at most two days ago, seemingly withdrawing upon advance notice..."

"Useless!"

Celestia Fawkes kicks the reporting beastman with swollen hooves, her voice extremely sharp: "Search, turn the Lower Domain over if necessary to find those serfs!"

In the night, elite Phoenix Clan warriors scatter fly.

No one notices a Azure Torch Dragon circling the clouds.

It’s the Dragon Clan’s Third Elder, Silas Valerius.

Having arrived in the Lower Domain, witnessing Young Master teaching that called Rhea of the Phoenix Clan a harsh lesson, plucking nearly all feathers.

His heart rejoices to clap hands in glee.

That phoenix clan, how irritating, deserves harsh teaching.

Silas Valerius seeing Young Master unharmed, doesn’t continue with Mael Valerius, rather covertly follows Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes here.

This following led him here.

Meanwhile, Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes doesn’t linger at the original spot, taking remaining Phoenix Clan beastmen to Wolf Tribe’s former dwelling.

Clearly intending a personal visit.

Witnessing indeed their abandonment, no shadows remain, she recalls coldly: "Quick to flee."

An internal suspicion ignites, maybe Soren Phoenix leaked information.

Otherwise why would Wolf Tribe abruptly flee early?

Then recalling Soren Phoenix kneeling punishment in the ancestral hall by Clan Leader, shakes her head doubting.

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes’ clouded eyes lazily scan the deserted Wolf Tribe, many belongings left behind, central bonfire still smolders, hurried departure evident.

She heavily pounds her Bone Staff, abruptly orders: "Burn them!"

The Phoenix Clan warriors glance at each other.

A young beastman blurts: "Great Shaman, all people are fled..."

"I said burn—"

Ignis Fawkes whirls fiercely, her Crow Feather Cloak raises a foul wind, "Destroy cave and stone house, leave nothing untouched."

Phoenix Clan beastmen, reluctantly spew fire, smash once homes, destroy caves, tear belongings...

Soon turning the entire Wolf Tribe into ruins.