Second Orc War (20)

This negotiation was absolutely unfair.

How could Ryan possibly let the Werewolves escape the calamity of their curse so easily? Besides, he truly could not do it.

"To help you gain control of Call of the Wild and become stronger Werewolves, I would have to pay an enormous price. And even then, I cannot give you all of this in a short time..."

Ryan looked at the Werewolf Army before him. Their numbers were not that great, but only because many Werewolves had yet to arrive.

"It seems we will need to establish a long-term partnership."

"What exactly do you want?"

Aton spoke in a low voice. He had already sensed that nothing good was coming.

"Fight for me."

Ryan smiled as he spoke.

"Or rather, fight for the Great Being that grants me power."

"I know why you worship The Moon. It is because you lost your status as a Royal Clan. You need the favor of a Great Being to help you fight the new Six Royal Clans of the Orcs."

"And the reason I can help you control Call of the Wild is also because the Great Being granted me immortal divine power. It would never favor heretics."

As Ryan spoke, the Werewolves did not react too strongly. That was understandable. After all, they worshipped The Moon for precisely these reasons. A great deity would help them control the calamity in their bloodline, and they would provide faith. It was only natural.

Ryan had fabricated a Great Being because the two sides were, after all, not of the same race. The generational hatred between Orcs and humans could not possibly be erased so easily.

"Who do you want to wage war against?"

Aton asked. At this moment, the Werewolves did not care who their enemy was. There