Solam stood there in a daze for a long time before finally snapping out of Frostfang's display of power.
After seeing Frostfang's abilities, Solam finally understood where its bloodline power came from.
A mythical species—the Fenris Wolf!
This was an extremely ancient and rare type of massive magical wolf. According to legend, these mythical creatures always accompanied deities who held the divine domain of hunting, serving as their hounds and messengers. Any prey they set their eyes on had nowhere to hide; even if it fled to the ends of the earth, they could find it and tear it to pieces!
However, these were only scattered records from old texts. Very few people had ever truly seen such creatures.
Solam had never expected Avalon Orcs' Direwolves to have such an impressive origin. What he had not expected even more was that Frostfang could actually awaken its bloodline!
"Aunt Mevis, what exactly did you do to Frostfang? How did he suddenly awaken his bloodline for no reason?"
After thinking it over, Solam immediately realized that this had to be Mevis and the others' doing. If bloodlines could be awakened so easily, why had Frostfang been the only one among so many Direwolves in Avalon to awaken one? Besides, if Frostfang truly had the talent to awaken his bloodline, why had Solam never noticed it before?
Frostfang had not been particularly remarkable in Avalon. If anyone was more qualified, it should have been Mad-Eye, the Direwolf belonging to Solam's grandfather. That old wolf was nearly as old as his grandfather, yet it could still fool around everywhere and keep impregnating other Direwolves' females. It was ridiculously vigorous.
Yet even so, Mad-Eye was still an ordinary Avalon Direwolf. It had not awakened any supernatural powers. If this was not Mevis and the others'