The Wolf-Barbarians and the Werewolf Priest

Wolf-Barbarians and the Werewolf Priest

The radiance of Three Moons spilled east of Lokirav Pass. In the Wolf-Barbarian camp, two cloaked humans were negotiating with a priest.

"Priest Waldi, you needn't worry. This afternoon was only an accident. As long as the people around the Great Fairy are cleared away, she won't be able to refuse to leave with your tribesmen." The two young men stared at the priest.

On the priest's head was a hat made from a Wind Wolf's head. From a distance, it looked as if he had grown two heads. The eyes of the Wind Wolf hat were not sewn shut with thread, but inlaid with two enormous gemstones. "Esteemed envoys, that Great Fairy merely called out twice and it was already as if the earth shook and the mountains swayed. If we truly got close to her, would we not sink straight into the ground?"

"My Lord Priest, compared to obtaining a magical Great Fairy, what does the loss of a few tribesmen amount to?" one young man said, somewhat irritated. "Once you take her, your tribe's territory and your title will all be secured. In the future, from east of the plains to Frost-Wolf Forest will be your domain. We are willing to recommend you to His Majesty Peteriev and ask him to enfeoff you as Count Frostwolf. In the future, you will be the great pioneering noble of the entire western part of the kingdom."

"My lords, since taking a magical Great Fairy is as easy as you say, why don't you go yourselves?" Priest Waldi asked in return.

"Heh, Priest, you jest. We don't have enough men," the young man said.

"That's right. That Knight Order to the east has little to do with us. They are Count Larzan's knights, while we