After a while, Kersemenes finally woke up.
When this "Demon King of Wolves" first opened its eyes, its golden pupils held a dazed, almost soft and squishy look. Combined with its petite stature, it seemed rather adorably harmless.
But it quickly regained its senses. Blazing fury rose in its eyes, and it let out a thunderous roar.
Although Sui Xiong did not understand wolf language, Kersemenes's will had already been conveyed to everyone around it.
More or less, it meant: Where the hell are those long-ears? Get out here! I'll fight you to the bitter end! Today, either you die or I die!
Sui Xiong sighed. "Can't you calm down first? Take a look at your surroundings."
Kersemenes froze for a moment. Naturally, it did not understand the common tongue either, but it could sense Sui Xiong's will.
This method of conversing through will had not existed back then. When the elves had fought it, they had all cursed and shouted in Ancient Elvish.
It understood that foreign language too, but it was certain it could not possibly understand what this green, round thing floating in the air with several dangling branches was saying. Yet somehow, it could grasp the other party's meaning... How strange!
Driven by curiosity, its attitude visibly softened. It stopped howling in rage and instead swept its golden eyes across its surroundings.
That only made it more confused—in its memories, it had led the demonic wolf legion to attack a remote but important town of the Elven Kingdom. There, it had encountered a great elven army lying in wait. In the midst of the fierce battle, several powerful old elves had trapped it with a combined spell, and then it had lost consciousness. But now, this was clearly not the battlefield from back then. There were