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More than 30,000 corpses of the White Wolf King.

The simultaneous appearance of these elements creates a powerful and impactful effect, making it exceptionally shocking.

"What...what's going on?"

Ye Bai had a vague idea in his heart.

but,

He wanted to hear the story of the White Wolf King first.

The White Wolf King, being a werewolf, was more straightforward and less cunning than the vampires.

Even if you asked him to make up a lie, he couldn't.

Not everyone is like Shadow Nine, who can conjure up historical inventions with ease.

"Before I became a werewolf, I was a human."

The White Wolf King sat cross-legged, looking at his own corpses scattered all over the ground, his expression solemn.

Ye Bai took out two large bottles of Xue Meng brand liquor, and the man and the wolf opened them.

After taking a swig of wine, the White Wolf King glanced at the wine with surprise, but didn't say anything more, instead continuing with his previous story.

"I have no name, I was abandoned in the wilderness, and raised by wolves."

Ye Bai raised an eyebrow slightly; this was different from what he had expected!

The White Wolf King was actually a child raised by wolves.

Ye Bai had assumed that the White Wolf King and Awei had some kind of relationship.

In retrospect, I had overthought things.

I hope Ah Wei is still alive.

The story of the White Wolf King begins simply.

"There's a small town in the wasteland called Werewolf Town..."

Werewolf Town?

Ye Bai noticed another small detail: wasn't this Ruthless Town?

Where did that little bit go?

The White Wolf King, oblivious to Ye Bai's expression, continued speaking.

"I grew up in the wilderness until I was six years old, when I was captured by an old hunter."

He took pity on me and adopted me.

Because I have white hair and live with wolves, I was named White Wolf.

At this point, a rare hint of gentleness appeared on the White Wolf King's resolute face.

Clearly, this memory is warm for him.

For the White Wolf King, the old hunter was like the only light in the darkness, illuminating his life.

"The old hunter taught me to speak, to write, and to hunt."

I had a wonderful time in Werewolf Town, until one day, everything went wrong!

"The old hunter was seriously injured while hunting. When he returned home, he called me to his side and told me a secret."

From that moment on, a shadow fell over the White Wolf King's face.

"It's all fake, it's all fake."

The White Wolf King murmured,

"I am the chosen child, a descendant of a powerful being, a stolen child."

The wolf pack that adopted me was carefully selected; all the townspeople in Werewolf Town are werewolves, and the old hunter who saved me is a duke-level werewolf...

Hearing this, Ye Bai's mind also became heavy.

The life of the White Wolf King was filled with lies and deception from the very beginning.

It's like playing a game of Werewolf, where everyone except him is a villager and everyone else is a werewolf!

So many years have passed, and the White Wolf King has clearly let it go. He calmly revealed the reason behind it:

"A powerful force wants to cultivate an even stronger wolf ancestor."

Because of my bloodline, they began training me when I was still a human.

In some races, bloodlines are still very important.

In fact, with the arrival of the Eternal Tower, powerful human beings emerged one after another.

Humans also discovered that the bloodlines of the strong are more likely to produce strong individuals.

Take Xue Meng for example,

His prowess is well-known.

Wasn't Xue Meng's father fierce?

Regardless of whether they have a blood-related father or not, they are all incredibly fierce!

Among the descendants of King Huo, there are also many powerful individuals.

It's not surprising that werewolves would have such a plan.

This plan seems rather complicated, but given the intelligence of the werewolf race, they should be able to come up with it.

Moreover, this kind of training has many drawbacks and may very well create a powerful enemy!

Although Ye Bai sympathized with the White Wolf King's plight, the past is the past.

The White Wolf King himself has let go, so Ye Bai doesn't need to be sad for him.

Ye Bai asked curiously,

"Did the old hunter tell you the truth?"

In this enormous scam, perhaps it was because they had spent so much time together that they developed feelings for each other.

On his deathbed, the old hunter revealed the truth to the White Wolf King.

The White Wolf King nodded.

"Not only that, he also told me about my background."

Ye Bai frowned. "Your background?"

The fact that the forces behind the White Wolf King could orchestrate such a grand scheme suggests that his background is anything but simple.

His father might be a war god-level powerhouse, or even stronger.

Perhaps they reached the level of gods!

The most likely level is between 995 and 999!

If the White Wolf King's father is weak, then it's not worth investing so many resources.

"I forgot."

The White Wolf King drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, then shook his head.

"Like those stinky bats, my memory is also malfunctioning."

I've completely forgotten that part about my background.

Selective amnesia is a type of amnesia.

Ye Bai had no objection and gestured for the other party to continue.

The White Wolf King continued his recollection,

"Before the old hunter died, he told me to head east and escape this wasteland."

"Ugh."

Ye Bai sighed.

"Don't head east now."

Clearly, the old hunter had met with misfortune, and the White Wolf King had no ability to protect himself.

Following the old hunter's instructions to go east was likely to lead to disaster.

The White Wolf King's reaction indeed confirmed Ye Bai's guess.

"You're right, I shouldn't have gone east."

A flicker of fear flashed deep in the White Wolf King's eyes.

"I walked eastward, and kept walking. I didn't bring much dry food, and I didn't have much water either."

The sun on the wasteland was particularly scorching, and I quickly became dehydrated, and my dry rations were all gone.

Thirsty and hungry, I was in a daze and even started hallucinating.

On the verge of death, I encountered a wolf, a Steppenwolf.

He bit me, and I fell into a coma due to the severe injury. In my coma, I turned into a werewolf.

When I woke up again, I was back in Werewolf Town.

And that was the beginning of all the nightmares...

As the White Wolf King described it, Ye Bai felt as if he were actually there, truly returning to the werewolf town of yesteryear.

The White Wolf King said softly.

"I remember waking up on a full moon night."

The town was quiet; even the wind was as soft as fur. I stepped out of the hut, only to find my feet covered in blood...

"Blood, blood everywhere!"

"No living people, no remains, not even a single bone! Only horrifying, nauseating bloodstains!"

The White Wolf King paused for a moment, then gave Ye Bai a bitter smile.

"All the werewolves in Werewolf Town are dead."

Ye Bai did not press further about the werewolf's whereabouts.

He had already guessed the ending.

A cruel ending.

The White Wolf King continued.

"I knocked on every door, called out every familiar name, and searched for any living being."

No, there's nothing at all!

"Until I walked into a clothing store and looked at myself in the mirror."

I'm several tens of centimeters taller than before. Having nearly starved to death in the wasteland, I now possess near-perfect muscles and seem to have inexhaustible energy. My eyesight allows me to see everything in the dark, and I can easily push open a locked door.

The reflection in the mirror shows my mouth covered in blood.

That's when I realized...

The White Wolf King raised his hand, pointed to himself, and said...

"In my dream, I ate them all."