It is said that their leader is of imperial rank with a strong potential to ascend to divinity.

My mother mentioned that this leader is slightly stronger than her.

As for the dwarves and goblins, they are too weak, lacking even a monarch.

The human empire is somewhat stronger, primarily due to the formidable nature of the human race.

Both humans and dragons are races that have either produced divine beings or currently harbor them, while the wolf race is still somewhat lacking.

In contrast, dwarves and goblins are viewed as strong by lower tier forces, but deemed weak by higher tier ones.

So strong Bayou had initially thought that the pinnacle of mountains would be of royal rank at most.

Yet, there existed an imperial rank.

Wait, does this mean the frost dragon and the six-winged angel are also of imperial rank? At that time, as an ordinary being, she had witnessed a battle of imperial caliber.

Imperial rank represented the upper limit for most formidable beings.

Ascending to divinity was a daunting challenge, requiring more than mere talent.

For this, those of imperial rank would willingly risk their lives.

Bayou pondered, holding the heart of Frost, struggling to comprehend.

Perhaps it is the divergent beliefs that exist between species.

It is prudent to exercise caution.

The werewolf may very well possess royal attributes.

Previously, I encountered a commander level werewolf by you and observed that none exhibited mental assault capabilities.

Currently, I am too weak, and should I encounter a royal level entity, my demise would be inevitable.

Bayou has ample reason to suspect the existence of a royal werewolf in the snowy mountains.

Yesterday the air force was retracted and today Bayou intends to withdraw all ground forces from the periphery of the dark forest consolidating them within the territory to diminish the likelihood of detection.

Fortunately, the concealed chandelier is a royal structure impervious to those of royal status and below unless facing an emperor level threat which offers by you a modicum of reassurance.

It is imperative to swiftly enhance one strength.

Currently, I am merely at level six as a commander, a far cry from the royal echelon.

With a sigh, Bayu ponders where to acquire experience points.

Meanwhile, in the desolate plains of Yilyang<unk>s castle, Yilyang confronts a formidable predicament.

Having simultaneously attracted the attention of three opposing factions, each of which he cannot contend with.

The emergence of weirwolves on the snowy mountains is a situation by you will temporarily avoid unbeknownst to Yulong.

The Elemental Alliance having suffered considerable losses in the previous day's battle will also refrain from targeting Yuyong for the time being.

Both the Elemental Alliance and Yuyong share a common plight, the threat posed by the Gata Empire.

The Elemental Alliance is somewhat better off as their location remains undisclosed for now, whereas Yu Leong faces a grimmer fate.

Should the Gata Empire advance, his demise would be assured.

Since last night, Yilong has been sleepless, desperately seeking allies in a bid to relocate.

After a night of searching, despite numerous lords still seeking alliances, most belong to the lower tiers.

Those of the second tier and above either secured their alliances long ago or resolved to stand alone, leaving Scan opportunity for collaboration.

Yet, Yelong cannot afford to be choosy.

He merely seeks a means to escape.

He even offers resources, pleading for assistance in his relocation.

Yet his actions only serve to convince these foolish lords of his deceitfulness.

One lord, having noted the names of all the first tier leaders, promptly exposed Yiang<unk>s intentions upon witnessing his appeals in the world chat.

Little pig Peppa, do not trust him.

I have recorded the names of all first tier lords, and I'm certain he belongs to that cadre.

He seeks to deceive the alliance, relocate and eliminate us all.

I am white tiger 999.

My silence is deafening.

Little cat slave.

A clear stream harbors no fish.

A despicable person knows no rival.

Like bananas, brother, your words have enlightened me.

The first tier lords are so formidable.

Would they seek alliances with us weaklings? Offering resources, they must intend to come and take us down.

Elong gazes at the world chat, veins bulging on his forehead, filled with a desire to eliminate these foolish lords.

Despite the cacophony of insults directed at him in the world chat, and having gained notoriety therein, Yilyang remains resolute.

He is unwilling to surrender to fate.

At long last, the heavens have favored the diligent.

As Yelong has finally discovered an ally amidst the multitude of lords who disparage him.

In that moment, Yilong almost believed he had encountered true love.

However, his hopes were swiftly dashed, for the location of this allies castle proved to be even more perilous than his own, and the audacity of the request to relocate to Yilyangs domain left him in silence.

It appeared that he too was a kindred spirit burdened by misfortune.

After a moment of contemplation, Yielong ultimately acquiesced.

Remaining in his current position while gaining an ally would significantly enhance his capacity for self-preservation.

He could only hope this new companion would not be too feeble.

Dracula, I extend to you an invitation.

Come and join me.

Chapter 143.

The dramatic Leaf Leong Peter.

The ally that Leaf Leong had recently befriended from across the vast ocean was known by his castle ID as the lone wolf.

As he gazed at the invitation from Leaf Leong displayed on the system panel, a smile crept upon his lips.

At last, he could escape this wretched place.

If he lingered for a few more days, his lifeless body would likely be devoured by maggots.

Without hesitation, Peter accepted the invitation, and as the castle became enveloped by the teleportation array, he vanished from his location in an instant.

In the desolate plains, Leaf Leong arrived outside the castle, eager to welcome his newfound ally.

With a flicker of light, a castle adorned with claw marks and shrouded in a dark aesthetic materialized before him.

A foul stench suddenly assaulted Leaf Leangs senses.

The air thick with a nauseating odor.

Oh, my esteemed ally.

Is your castle situated in a landfill? Peter emerged from his castle, pinching his nose.

The moment their eyes met, an inexplicable fury ignited within them, akin to long-lost adversaries reuniting after years apart.

Both were perplexed by their unprovoked animosity.

Could be their bloodlines.

But which lineage could provoke such disdain in a vampire? The answer lay inwolves.

The fire magic wolves, frost magic wolves, and Fenra that Leaf Leong had previously battled were not truewolves.

They were merely monstrous imitations of the werewolf form.

Peter seemed to grasp the situation, realizing that his previous castle's proximity to an abundance of vampires had compelled his hasty relocation.

Lonely werewolves, weak vampires.

The emity between vampires and werewolves was as ancient as time itself.

Legend spoke of their ancestors, twin brothers who ultimately became foes, leading to centuries of vampire subjugation overwolves.

The werewolves eventually rose in rebellion, overthrowing their vampire oppressors and discovering that these once mighty beings were not invincible.

The blood of vampires and werewolves was incompatible.

A mere bite from either could render the others blood cells inactive, leading to certain death.

Compared to other races, both vampires and werewolves possessed exaggerated regenerative abilities and extraordinary physical traits, making them nearly impossible to kill.

However, for these two races, the path to slaying one another was deceptively simple.

A single bite sufficed.

Peter's muscles swelled and bulged, tearing through his shirt as his entire body sprouted hair, his head morphing into that of a wolf, revealing rows of sharp fangs as foul saliva dripped to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a 2 m tall werewolf cloaked in gray fur.

Damn, how unfortunate.

Even the stoic leaf, Leong, couldn't help but curse.

It was bad enough that he had failed to recruit an ally.

Now he had unwittingly summoned an enemy.

In an instant, both rushed towards one another.

Their newly forged alliance crumbling to dust.