766 The God of the North Wind Reluctantly Takes Responsibility for the Wolf Calamity

Murphy arrived at the Shrine of Winter a little later than planned, but the God of the North Wind had no objections.

On one hand, Su's offspring had done something terrible. As the god of the astral wolves, Su felt guilty too.

On the other hand, as a god dwelling in the subspace, Su couldn't have failed to hear the shrill howls of the "Midnight Matriarch," which had been wailing in the dim nebula ever since the Cadman disaster.

The secrets of the world were always simple in the eyes of the gods. Su knew that if Triss's situation wasn't handled properly, an evil god representing vampires could descend at any moment. That would be far more serious than the awakening of some old god like the Lord of Nightmares.

"As you can see, I'm pretty exhausted right now."

Murphy stood before the Shrine of the Winter Wolf, which had been cleared out in advance. His face was a little haggard. Triss seemed especially ferocious tonight, and Lord Murphy and his kidneys had really been put through the wringer.

He stroked the shrine and sighed.

"I know this wolf calamity has nothing to do with you. It was entirely Silver Wolf Herson acting on her own. But I still have to ask: why keep such a disobedient daughter around? Are you waiting to kill her and serve her up for the New Year festivities?

She's clearly a menace!

You should've drowned her in a chamber pot the moment she was born."

"Vmmm..."

A vision wreathed in icy mist covered Murphy's eyes. His body remained in the material world, but his spirit was transported to a rather extraordinary place.

Beneath a blanket of snow stretching for tens of thousands of miles, on a lonely, frigid mountain peak, a full moon shone