Driving Back the Beasts

Warwick is a kind person after all. After hearing Darius's sincere story, he expressed his willingness to help us.👤♩ 6➈ ♥👌

However, he wanted to see Uncle Wolf first, hoping to persuade him to give up the resistance.

We didn't know Uncle Wolf's exact location, so we devised a plan to launch a feint attack on Avarosa after dawn. Uncle Wolf would then surely show up, and the two of them would be able to meet.

We quickly slept for a while, and when it was light, we launched the attack according to plan. Just as we breached the city walls, news came from behind that the Beast Army had arrived!

Darius immediately ordered his army to halt and defend their positions. However, this time the beasts did not attack; they scattered and fled halfway through their journey.

Warwick explained that the beasts were controlled by a magical potion, and he could break the spell.

The control could be broken with just a spell; no wonder he wouldn't tell me. This was definitely too dangerous for Uncle Wolf!

Uncle Wolf found himself unable to control the beast and had no idea what was happening. As his vision gradually cleared, he saw his brother Warwick standing in the Noxus camp not far away.

At this moment, he looked exactly like a werewolf, covered in hair and strong.

Without Darius's order, no one attacked Uncle Wolf, which could be seen as a Warwick of respect.

"Brother? What are you doing here!"

"I'm here to stop you. You've sacrificed so many good friends; they shouldn't have died for you!"

"I'm doing this for the Horde! You saw it yourself, the Noxus have surrounded us! And the Demacia too!"

"You know, I don't care about the tribe, I only care about our friends."

"Our friend is helping me willingly; you understand that this medicine only works if people accept it voluntarily!"

Only then did I realize that the friends they were referring to weren't the Avarosa people, but rather this pack of beasts, primarily giant wolves!

"You've changed, Uncle Wolf. You used to love them more than anyone else, but now you use them as weapons."

"I... if you're willing to help me, we can definitely win!"

"I'm willing to help you, but not this way. Listen to me, release them from your control. The Noxus mean no harm."

"What? You want me to hand over the tribe? And you say they meant no harm? Have you forgotten how Worland died!?"

"How can you be more stubborn than me? I've lived in Zaun for decades and I still understand the ways of the times. Don't let your own prejudices hold you back."

"Stop talking! I'll fight to my last breath and never surrender, unless you kill me with your own hands!"

Seeing Uncle Wolf's stubbornness, tears streamed down Warwick's cheeks, but they were absorbed by his dry skin before they could fall to the ground.

He's too old; at this moment, his only concern is probably his younger brother. Yet, he refuses to listen to his father and is even willing to risk his life for him.

"If I win, you'll come with me to Zaun, Uncle Wolf. We're no longer fit to live among people."

After Warwick finished speaking, he suddenly puffed out his chest, his body swelled up, and he quickly turned into a werewolf just like Uncle Wolf!

"Are you really going to fight me to the death, brother?"

Warwick didn't answer him. Instead, he called me over, said something I couldn't understand, and then said, "You don't need to understand what it means, just remember it!"

After saying that, Warwick lunged at Uncle Wolf. The two brothers fought desperately, tearing at each other with their claws and teeth. Their ferocious strength was earth-shattering, and all signs of old age and weakness had vanished.

Unfortunately, Warwick was no match for his brother; his wounds were more numerous and deeper, and he quickly lost the ability to fight back!

Uncle Wolf suddenly became ferocious and desperately tried to bite Warwick's throat. I wanted to go and help, but Darius stopped me.

"This is a matter between the brothers; don't interfere!"

But Warwick is dying!

"This was his own choice, and it was the ending he most wanted."

Uncle Wolf continued until Warwick stopped moving, his mouth covered in blood.

He threw his head back and howled, glaring at us with eyes full of rage. "You will all be buried with me!"

Soon, the Beast Army attacked again, this time in greater numbers, covering the surrounding fields completely, stretching as far as the eye could see!

"Charge! Kill them!"

The soldiers were all ready for a fierce battle; judging from the situation, this was probably the decisive battle of the war!

Darius didn't give any instructions; he just patted me on the shoulder. "Do you remember what Warwick told you before he died?"

"I vaguely remember; he told me to write it down carefully."

"Use the Wind Force to spread that message, preferably to the ears of every wild beast!"

Seeing Darius's calm demeanor, I understood why he wasn't giving any orders: Warwick had told me the incantation to break the control!

I mustered my strength and began to chant. My voice was not loud, but it carried far on the Wind Force. Wherever the spell reached, wild beasts fled, and even Uncle Wolf turned back into human form.

It seems this spell can not only break the potion's control over wild beasts, but also suppress werewolves.

Uncle Wolf was taken aback. After transforming back into human form, his frenzied aura subsided considerably. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he made his way to the city.

The battlefield fell silent instantly. Darius's decision not to have Uncle Wolf hunted down could be seen as a way of repaying Warwick.

Warwick had also transformed back into human form. His throat had been bitten off, but he wasn't quite dead yet. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but couldn't utter a sound.

"I've already released Uncle Wolf back into the city. What happens next depends on his choices. Don't worry, I won't kill him."

Upon hearing Darius's words, Warwick shut his mouth, nodded with difficulty, and remained motionless.

He probably just wanted to plead for his brother.

Darius sent men to bring Warwick's body into the city, along with a message: Surrender within three days, or the army will attack!

The next day, Uncle Wolf sent an envoy to express his willingness to surrender, but some conditions needed to be clarified in person. Darius agreed, and the peace talks were scheduled for the following morning.

Outside the city gate, in front of the two armies, a thin mist hung in the air.

Uncle Wolf and several elders of Avarosa came to discuss terms, but they did not bring Ashe with them.

Only Darius, Rappor, and Jon participated in the peace talks on our side. Riven, Tryndamere, and I were standing not far away. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but their expressions seemed very peaceful.

"What are you going to do after the peace talks end? Go back to your old life on the mountaintop?" I asked Tryndamere.

"I want to see Ashe one more time to reaffirm our relationship. I left in a hurry and didn't explain many things."

"And you guys?" I asked Olaf, noticing his distracted expression; he seemed to be thinking about something else.

"I challenge you to a match. Don't forget what I said before; I'm going to prove Jeram wrong. He lost to you!"

"You're definitely no match for Yasuo." Before I could even say anything, Jeram spoke first, eliciting a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"You..."

Before Olaf could finish speaking, a dispute suddenly broke out among the negotiators, Uncle Wolf even raised his weapon and shouted, "Kill!"