The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Every day after their hunt, they would return to the valley to train and reside, in case of any crisis.

After glancing around through the curtains, Ron ordered all the knights to follow, heading towards the Misty Forest, straight towards the Ice Wolf Clan's territory...

Throughout the journey, Shemir and Muses kept a close watch on their surroundings.

As usual, nothing unusual was found.

Of course, this is normal. After all, the alien races aren't stupid; they wouldn't ambush an enemy they couldn't possibly defeat in such a place.

They only attack weaker units, those they are confident they can defeat.

Someone like Ron, leading a large group of Holy Knights, wouldn't even give a second glance; he would avoid them if possible.

This is why Ron frequently comes to the Misty Forest to sweep through: firstly, to collect resources and hunt, and secondly, to clean up and deter other alien races.

Only by making them all fear and revere will those cunning foreign tribes dare not harbor any other thoughts.

Soon, guided by Shemir, the group arrived outside the Ice Wolf Clan's territory.

The ice wolves seemed to have anticipated this, and were already standing at the entrance to their territory.

This is normal, of course, since the ice wolf has a very keen sense of smell and had already detected Ron and the others' arrival from dozens of kilometers away.

Unlike yesterday, the wolf cubs did not show any ferocity today.

They all sheathed their fangs and stood obediently to the side, looking almost as harmless as well-behaved dogs, especially the little female wolves, who looked quite cute.

“Mr. Ron, welcome to our Ice Wolf Clan.”

Shyvana was much more polite today; although her expression was still cold, her tone was much better.

She felt inexplicably excited, as if she was looking forward to the man's arrival.

The reason is quite simple: the other party sent two bottles of magic potion that could revert the bloodline of the Ice Wolf to its ancestral form, turning it into the Howling Moon Ice Wolf.

This debt of gratitude is unprecedented and can never be repaid.

For an Ice Wolf, bloodline reversion means transforming into a higher rank, becoming an existence beyond the Ice Wolf.

This awakened the bloodlines of two ice wolves, causing the strength of the clan to surge dramatically.

However, Shyvana's tail seems to have given her away.

Previously, they were always erected high, as if they were on guard against something.

But today I couldn't help it, and I found myself swaying slightly involuntarily...

Upon noticing the change in her tail, Shyvana's cheeks flushed, and she immediately controlled the wagging tail, preventing it from swaying wildly.

That damn tail....

Actually, it's easy to guess what the Ice Wolf Clan is thinking. You can tell their current mood just by looking at their tails. It's their nature, something that can't be changed.

Generally, raising the tail indicates alertness and a sense of danger, while a tail hanging down and wrapped around the body indicates fear, worry, or the protection of something, or the suppression of unspeakable emotions.

A wagging tail signifies happiness, joy, or that something exciting has happened to them.

"No need for such a grand ceremony, I just wanted to come and take a look today."

Seeing such a large group of ice wolves come out to greet him, Ron could feel their sincerity.

“Mr. Ron gave us two potions that allowed the younger generation of our clan to revert to their ancestral bloodline. I don’t know how to repay this kindness.”

As Shivana led the man into the tribe, she tentatively asked him if he had any needs.

If so, she could then find the right way to repay the favor.

The Ice Wolf Clan is like this: they always repay kindness, especially such a great favor; they will do anything to repay it properly.

Even if Ron suggested taking a few female wolves home, Shyvana would agree out of gratitude, even at the risk of her own life.

"Those two bottles of potions may be quite precious to you, but to me, they were just something I made casually."

To be honest, the potion that allowed the Ice Wolf's bloodline to revert to its ancestral form was indeed extremely valuable to the Ice Wolf.

But for him, it was just something he could easily make by buying some materials.

This stuff can be made in any quantity you need, as long as you have the materials.

"Made on the spot..."

Upon hearing this, Shyvana's pupils dilated in surprise, unable to believe that it was true.

However, her expression remained calm, showing no surprise or excitement as she might have felt inside.

He actually said that thing could be made easily.

If that's the case, and if he's willing, wouldn't that mean all the ice wolves in the clan could have their bloodline reverted to their ancestral form and be promoted to Howling Moon Ice Wolves?

Shyvana dared not imagine how powerful her tribe would be if all her companions were promoted to Howling Moon Ice Wolves.

It's strong enough to fight against three to five times the number of orcs, and still handle them with ease.

If this is the case, the Ice Wolf Clan will completely transform into Howling Moon Ice Wolves in her generation, and as time goes by, the clan will only become stronger and stronger.

The ice wolves, who were nearby, were even more shocked upon hearing the news, their pupils widening as they stared in disbelief at the man's back.

The man's words were like throwing a red-hot iron ball into water; in an instant, the originally cool water became boiling.

Because all the ice wolves were envious of those two companions who had taken the potion and advanced to become Howling Moon Ice Wolves.

If they could, everyone would want to become stronger, to revert to their ancestral bloodline, to become the legendary Howling Moon Ice Wolf, and to become an even more powerful being.

Moreover, this opportunity seems to be right in front of you, within reach.

But this opportunity seems far away; it requires the man in front of me to speak, to agree, to be willing to do it, and to hand over the potion.

Some of the young female wolves even harbored other thoughts, feeling that if the humans or men in front of them liked and wanted to experience the sensations of ice wolves, they were willing to give everything to become stronger and for their bloodline to return to its ancestral form.

Just thinking about it made their delicate bodies tremble slightly, and the whole wolf seemed a little strange.

Because these little female wolves had heard from a young age that humans were extremely evil beings who would eat wolves and even their cubs.

They would hang the wolf cub up and do all sorts of strange things to it.

So just thinking about it was enough to overwhelm the pack of wolves; they couldn't even imagine what that scene would be like...

But the allure of atavism was simply too great for them.

In addition, influenced by the friendly nature of dogs, they perceived the human in front of them as tall, handsome, and a suitable breeding partner...

“That’s right. Actually, I made dozens of these potions. Last time I just brought two bottles to give to you.”

Ron's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

His tone was calm, but these words, spoken in such a calm tone, completely ignited the ice wolves present.

In other words, this man's territory contains many of these magical potions, potions that allow one's bloodline to revert to its ancestral form, enabling one to become a stronger being.

No one could stand that.

It's like a woman suddenly telling you that she has a magical potion at home that can help humans achieve perfect foundation building and become cultivators.

This is really unbearable; I dream of taking it.

Even if it costs something, even a lot of things, I'm willing to take it.

However, despite their deep desire for the potion that would allow their bloodline to revert to its ancestral form, the ice wolves only showed great excitement and did not do anything strange.

“Mr. Ron, you’re just trying to lure us in.”

To be honest, even she was tempted by men's words, and even wanted to take action.

Because if all those magical potions were possessed, all members of the clan could revert to their ancestral bloodline and become Howling Moon Ice Wolves.

The Ice Wolf Clan will regain its former glory and become even more prosperous.

This was something she never dared to dream of.

"Why, are you moved?"

Ron was like a seasoned scumbag, teasing and seducing the Ice Wolf Clan chieftain in front of him little by little.

Of course, these words had already captivated all the ice wolves.

"It would be a lie to say I'm not tempted, after all, it's something that can make our bloodline revert to its ancestral state."

Sivana smoothed her skirt, gently placed her round, pert buttocks on the stone bench, and spoke frankly:

"But I also know that Mr. Ron wouldn't give us something so precious for free."

At this point, she swallowed and smiled:

"Of course, if you need anything from our Ice Wolf Clan, as long as it's not too outrageous, we will grant your request in order to restore your ancestral bloodline."

Shyvana had no choice; she had already said all that.

If we don't make a statement soon, our fellow tribesmen will probably disagree.

Because she had already noticed that everyone was so eager, as if they couldn't wait to take the potion.

However, she herself could not resist the temptation, after all, it was something that could make the bloodline of the entire clan revert to its ancestral form.

It is a temptation that no clan leader or ice wolf can resist.

But for some reason, looking at the man's burning gaze, Shyvana's delicate body trembled slightly.

It seemed that she already knew what the man in front of her, this human, wanted.