The Wolf Clan's Rise: I Know the Taste of Blood (4)

Mordred once asked the Emperor which aspect of his biological father he inherited.

Looking into his Rebellious son's yearning eyes, the Emperor hesitated for a long time, but still didn't say, "You've inherited my shamelessness," instead replying, "You've inherited my powerful charm."

Mordred said charm is useless, might makes right, and if you dare to disobey, you'd better talk to my Bolter.

And you, you Yellow Skins, are truly venomous. With just one sentence, you attribute all my achievements to seduction. Have you become addicted to selling your hooks and want me to follow in your footsteps?

Bah! How utterly humiliating! I, Mordred, would rather starve to death or jump off this Imperial Palace than become a Rome's She-Wolf who sells her body. Even if Atlas only has 10,000 men, I will still control the armies of the world.

Normally, the Emperor would have slapped Mordred for subtly undermining him.

On that day, the Emperor not only did not make a move, but stared at him for a long time with a look that Mordred could not understand.

The emotions in his eyes were too complex, so complex that Mordred could only see a faint sadness and the helplessness of a middle-aged man.

You'll understand!

Mordred retorted, "What the hell do you know? What's with that expression? What are those tears? Why are your legs shaking? You don't actually have something going on with Makaka, do you?"

That day, mournful cries echoed from the depths of the Imperial Palace. The on-duty Custodes kept their eyes and noses down, and only after three full hours, at the call of their eternally great His Majesty to come Carpet Bombing up the mess, did they finally shovel up that lump of stuff.

Now, Mordred finally understood what the Emperor's gaze meant; this extraordinary charm was truly irresistible!

"Second Brother, why do I feel like you're a wicked queen from a fairy tale, a woman who manipulates people's hearts? What's that story called again?"

Yes, <Snow White and the Seven Warlord Titan>!

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up. That fairy tale is clearly about Snow White and the Seven Space Squats. Now we're in the same boat. When I was playing the coward, you were too. If you dare tell anyone, we'll both die a horrible death."

Upon hearing this, Russ retorted, "That sycophantic, manipulative fellow is Dorn. What does that have to do with me, Russ?"

"What a coincidence, that traitor who betrayed his Three-Surname Slave to another is not me, Mordred, but Zhuang Sen!"

The two men exchanged a glance and burst into arrogant laughter. As for whether Dorn and Zhuang Sen knew they were being smeared, they didn't care.

This is the Cretaceous Period. Not to mention those two unfortunate brothers, even the human race hadn't been born yet. They were probably just little mice digging for food in the ground. The human- Great Horned Rat theory belongs to that era.

After the previous brainwashing and corruption, Mei Yangyang has completely become a patient with paranoia and has accepted her two dog sons, but even so, she has never taken off the collars around their necks.

In her words, this bracelet is the bond that maintains the relationship between her and her son.

In response, the two brothers said that there was no need for further words, as they were family. They added that when their brother grew old, they would bring him a variety of precious spices, such as cumin, cinnamon, and star anise, to show their filial piety.

Thus, the two successfully gained the right to act expediently and took on the task of developing a small group, which proceeded smoothly all the way.

However, upon returning to the Klaa II, Mordred was immediately greeted by a grotesque figure kneeling in the corner, exuding an aura of cowardice, which completely ruined their good mood.

"Goda, stand up straight! You're my henchman now, so straighten your back, you hear me? If I see you kneeling again, I'll break your Dog's Leg."

"Yes, boss. But—"

"There are no buts." Grabbing the diminutive werewolf by the scruff of his neck, Mord dragged him onto a high platform. Below, a pack of wolves was frantically hammering screws; if he let go, he would fall into the machine and be ground into mincemeat.

"Do you see? Your people are suffering. They have worked so hard, but they can't even get a full meal in return. They are like pigs, without even the most basic dignity."

Day after day, year after year, you will eventually end your meaningless lives in hunger, exhaustion, and even organ failure. Who will remember? Who will care?

It's just another piece of rotten meat, skinned and gutted, thrown into a blender to become feed for you.

Looking at the figure in front of him, who was clearly shorter than himself but incredibly imposing, Goda couldn't understand what Mordred was saying at all. He could only grip the strong, powerful dog paw tightly, afraid that he would fall.

It's only natural for sheep to eat wolves. Now that the sheep have stopped eating us and given us a chance to live, we should be grateful.

This was not just Goda's idea; it was the shared view of countless wolf packs, born from 800 years of servitude.

Have you ever eaten meat?

"What?"

Russ's voice came from the right. His black and white fur was smooth and silky. Even though he had admitted that he was a dog called a husky, his emerald green eyes made him look more like a wolf than Goda, the werewolf.

Goda felt fear, and his tail involuntarily tucked in. Then, a pair of strong, powerful paws reached out and pinched his muzzle hard.

"You've never eaten meat, or even seen blood, but I have, and not only have I seen it, I've also drunk it."

That was my first hunt. A monster called Dire Wolf wanted to kill me, but I didn't want to die, so I killed it, ate its flesh, drank its blood, and used everything it had to sustain me.

I will never forget the feeling of that scarlet liquid flowing down my throat. From that moment on, I became a wolf, while you, though a wolf in form, possessed not a trace of its wildness.

So, do you want to eat meat?

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Goda was still afraid, but he saw the anger in Mordred and Russ's eyes—not anger at his inability to answer, but an emotion that Goda could not understand.

"I... I don't want to die."

"Fine, since you don't want to die, then prove it to us."

A tremendous force struck, Goda was uncontrollably thrown back onto the platform. He crouched down, wanting to kneel again. This was the survival strategy taught to him by his elders: as long as they knelt down to show submission, they could live.

But for some reason, that look kept replaying in Goda's mind. He still didn't understand; all he wanted was to live. What was wrong with that?

Yes, as long as it's life, survival is always the first priority. Driven by instinct, the knees gradually bent, getting closer and closer to the ground.

At that moment, Goda seemed to understand something. His gaze wasn't angry at all, but indifferent, so indifferent that he wouldn't even grant the necessary emotion of anger.

He saw it all. He saw countless wolves being skinned alive and stuffed with grass. He saw them leaving the grasslands that had nurtured them and being thrown into this dark and hopeless world.

"No, this shouldn't be happening! We haven't done anything wrong, why are they treating us like this? We just want to survive!"

Powerlessness fueled his anger. Goda tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He could only watch as his knees got closer and closer to the ground.

Perhaps this spark, which should never have been ignited, will be extinguished, just like the future of the wolf pack being enslaved for eternity.

But fate is a strange thing; a Dog's Leg came flying through the air and struck Goda hard, breaking his Dog's Leg and leaving him speechless and blindfolded before he was thrown to the ground.

"Damn it, I already told you, if I see you kneeling again, I'll break your Dog's Leg. And you dare cry? Hold your tears back, or I'll break your other Dog's Leg."

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, but the bump on his face revealed a smiling expression. Unfortunately, before his lips could even curve upwards, the excruciating pain twisted his face into a bizarre mix of crying and laughing, turning him into a man with his mouth open and eyes closed.

After all, Mordred is a woman of her word and she really does resort to underhanded tactics.

"Boss, I want to eat meat. I want to become a peerless werewolf like you guys."

"Oh, this kid's actually figured it out. But you're wrong. Boss, I'm not some werewolf. According to biological analysis, my brother and I are dogs, Dog-men!"

In this era where wolves and dogs are indistinguishable, Goda couldn't tell the difference between a wolf and a dog. Otherwise, he would know that to distinguish between a wolf and a dog, you must first look at their tails.

A wolf is one that shakes slowly, a dog is one that shakes too fast, a wolf is one that bends, and a dog is one that droops straight. Next, look at the forehead: a wolf has a flat, concave back forehead, while a dog has a round, bulging front forehead.

Fortunately, Goda's parents died young, probably turned into animal feed and eaten. In Gotham, he could be paired with Batman, since there's no family to kill and he can't be chosen.

"Good lad, since you want to eat meat, I'll grant your wish. You're as skinny as a stick now, this is a good opportunity for you to nourish your body."

Thanks to the advanced technology of the Sheep Empire, Goda's Dog's Leg were quickly healed after using a spray similar to a regenerative gel. The only cost was a rise in body temperature and hunger caused by rapid cell division.

However, since Mordred had promised him meat, he would never go back on his word. He pulled out the list of guards and let the young man choose a lucky number.

Unaware of the problem, Goda glanced at Mordred, then at Russ with a sly grin, and finally chose what he considered a better number: 118.

"Boss, are you choosing meat? Do you need me to help you cook it?"

"No need. You'll understand in a moment," Russ waved his hand in refusal, while sharpening his knife and saying, "You're lucky today, kid. My brother and I haven't eaten meat for days, we've been eating that hay every day. It's so rare for us to have some meat, and you just happened to be here."

Meanwhile, Mordred, standing to the side, pulled out all sorts of spices he had collected and discussed with Russ where to get some sesame paste.

But Russ didn't take Mordred's advice; instead, she said, "You're a heretic. What the hell is sesame paste? Shouldn't it be oil sauce?"

"Bullshit, you're the heretic, sesame paste is the true orthodox."

"Get lost, oil dishes are the best, shut up, you heretic."

In the end, neither of them convinced the other, and they both looked towards Goda, who was serving as a backdrop.

"Kid, you choose one. If you get it wrong, I'll break your Dog's Leg."

"What are you looking at me for? It can break your Dog's Leg, but I can't?"

In that moment, to save his own Dog's Leg, Goda, in a moment of quick thinking, chose "or" from the "yes or no" options.

"Then why not have them both? I want to try both."

"Good idea, you're quite greedy, but I like it!" ×2

Not long after, a sheep guard arrived at the governor's gate. Before he even knocked, he heard someone inside saying something like, "Don't be nervous, it's normal the first time. Just bear with it and it'll pass. You'll be having an amazing time soon."

These lewd words made the guards frown subconsciously, realizing that the empire had indeed become corrupt; a slave was a slave, even if he got lucky.

After knocking on the door several times and hearing no further unusual noises from inside, the guard decisively pushed the door open and entered.

Then he saw a small werewolf holding a blaster gun, and the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot and the passing of a life, the long-dormant the Beast within that small body finally awakened.

"L|`0′|~~"

"Shut up, you're trying to call my soul back! Come over here and help, or you won't even get a bone to eat."

"Quickly, start boiling water!"