Second Orc War (18)

The werewolves before Ryan gradually quieted down, looking at him with shock and indescribable emotions in their eyes.

In their bloodline memories, their ancestors had paid a terrible price to seal the bloodline within themselves.

It was a curse from the gods. Werewolves had risen through blood, but within that mighty power lay a fatal threat. Savagery brought wild strength, but it was also the beginning of death. No matter how powerful a beast was, it could not withstand the hunt of intelligence.

It was the Great Being's punishment upon the werewolves. Only another god could possibly seal and purify this curse.

But they had never imagined that werewolves could take the initiative and master this power.

On this night of the full moon, the werewolves raised their heads and clearly felt their control over that savagery. They could release it at will and still retain their reasoning.

Werewolves who prided themselves on civilization were naturally satisfied with such an outcome.

It was just that they had never expected to gain this control from a human noble.

"Looks like you're all doing fairly well."

Ryan looked at the werewolves. They still seemed rather lost, so he took the initiative to speak.

"This curse of savagery comes from a Great Being. You werewolves serve a new god? That god awakened the curse buried deep within your bloodlines?"

Ryan had long since guessed the general truth, but he still asked the question.

"You abandoned the Great Being worshipped by the orcs? You betrayed that god and turned to The Moon?"

At the mention of faith, the werewolves finally reacted.

"We have never betrayed the Great Being. The Moon is also the faith of the werewolves."

The orcs had never worshipped only one god, because they themselves could not ensure that every ritual