Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms and the moon is full."
The leader of the Imperial Guard, the Sahar, strolled through the now-quiet Golden City at dusk, looking up at the full moon gradually rising in the sky, enjoying his peaceful and regular life.
This was his time for rest; in fact, the Imperial Guard of 350 Imperial Guards, with every ten Imperial Guards forming a team, meant that the dozens of teams of Imperial Guards always took turns on duty, so these Imperial Guards actually had more holidays than one might imagine.
"It's another full moon night of the year; I wonder where my tribe has migrated to," the Saharmuttered to himself.
After settling down in the Dragon Clan Territory, he had used a raven to send a letter to his original Wolf tribe, the tribe that had lost contact with him due to the war with the Catha Empire.
As the war leader of the tribe, Sahar had suggested to the elders of the Wolf tribe that the entire tribe migrate to the Dragon Territory.
He had received a letter from the tribal elders, knowing that the tribe had agreed to his suggestion and was in the process of consolidating their migration.
However, to this day, he still hadn't seen the werewolves of his tribe appear in this land, but recently, the Sahar's keen sense of smell had detected many scents of his own kind in the air.
That was the scent of a werewolf; even if these Wolf could transform into human form, they could not hide it from the noses of their own kind.
In fact, the Sahar could also transform into human form, but just as humans are always full of various differing schools of thought, the twelve werewolf clans also have different factions, appearing extremely complex.
The Sahar was a Naturalist, one who advocated for their natural original form, and he disliked transforming into human form.
Of course, there are also some special werewolves who are transformed from humans or humanoids due to a certain curse; these Wolf do not have the ability to freely transform into humans.
Moreover, these special werewolves find it difficult to control the wild power originating from the cursed werewolf , losing control and becoming exceptionally frenzied, thus causing slaughter, every full moon night.
This group of werewolves is also the most susceptible to rejection and hunting by humans and other civilized races, and it is now difficult to find these special Wolf in the settlements of various races.
There are also some werewolves who are born as werewolves , and due to insufficient control over their own wild power, they will also uncontrollably transform into Wolf on the full moon night, inciting slaughter.
However, these werewolves are in a better situation, as their birth Wolf tribe always protects these novice Wolf very well.
Following the scent of his kin, the Sahar traversed streets and alleys, finally discovering the marks left by other kin in a dark corner.
Those were emblems representing the werewolf clans; in this corner, nine different emblems were already carved, and these clan emblems were transmitting an invisible summoning message, summoning the Sahar.
The nine emblems belonged to the nine great Wolf clans, including the Fenris Clan, a werewolf clan skilled at surviving in harsh environments.
Savage and bloodthirsty, they advocated fatalism and were the Wolf tribe most fond of using force and military means.
The Fiona Clan: werewolves of this clan possess exceptionally unrestrained passion and artistic insight, even producing some bards, and some extremely powerful Wolf Warriors.
The Stalker Clan: This clan likes to transform into humans and hide in the settlements of various races, like wolves hiding among sheep.
This clan also prefers human cities and culture, leading other werewolf clans to always find it difficult to genuinely trust the Stalker Clan.
There is also the Shadow Wolf Clan: This clan is quite similar to the Stalker Clan, both preferring to hide in the various nations of human civilization.
The difference is that the Shadow Wolf Clan extends its power more towards the political sphere, advocating for the power of social politics, and also likes to use diplomatic means and unscrupulous schemes to achieve its goals.
Additionally, there are the Blood Claw Clan, who advocate for revenge, and the White Sacred Bone Tribe, who advocate using the bones of their enemies as a symbol of their growing strength.
And the Yukterna Clan, who like to study souls and magic; this clan produces rare Wolf mages and Wolf warlocks, unlike other clans who are devoted to the power of Wolf Warriors.
As well as the Strider Clan, who like to roam and travel freely throughout the world, advocating an unstable, free life.
And the Silver Canine Clan: This clan is the most widespread among the werewolf tribes, and was once the undisputed ruler of the Wolf race.
Many great Wolf powerhouses in history came from this clan, and the tribe from which the Saharoriginated belongs to one of the large branch tribes of this clan.
Only the remaining three werewolf clans have not arrived: the Wendigo Clan, who prefer to live only in remote areas, rarely interact with other races, and have their own sphere of existence.
And the Kaya Clan: This clan likes to use gentle methods, often appearing as mediators and arbitrators; the tribe tends to heal and end the blood feuds and hatred between Wolf and other races; this clan is also benevolent towards other intelligent races.
And a special clan, the Furies Clan. This clan is almost entirely composed of female werewolves .
Male werewolf born in the clan are sent by them to other clans, and only female Wolf pups grow up in this clan.
And related to this is that the affairs of the other werewolf clans are not given much attention by this clan, except when the she-wolves, whose power comes from anger, want to find their mates and bear offspring.
Of course, in addition to the twelve main clans, Wolf also have many clans that have separated from these twelve clans, such as the Fang Wolf Clan, who once became brave warriors of the Domar Kingdom on the Eastern Continent, serving the Domar monarch.
However, the other minor clans generally cannot escape the confines of the twelve Wolf clans, so the Sahar's relaxed expression became slightly more serious.
Because generally, werewolves only need to leave special marks to summon companions, but leaving the emblems representing the Wolf clans, and with so many clans gathered in this place, it means that a Wolf clan assembly will be held in an uninhabited area of the Golden Land.
This means that among the Wolf clans who left the clan emblem marks, each clan will send at least one Wolf elder or leader, as well as a considerable number of Wolf Warriors as guards.
Because the werewolf clan alliance has never had a fixed time for its convening, but each time a clan alliance is convened, it determines the fate of the entire Wolf race.
The Sahar vaguely felt that perhaps his tribe had not been able to migrate on time due to some resistance from other clans.
"Heh heh, no matter what these fellows' intentions are, although my tribe failed in the war, I have not become weaker," the Sahar said.
His silver-white maned tail faintly had a fiery glow, and he gently tapped his Wolf claw on the faceplate helmet hanging at his waist, making a thudding sound.
And concealed by the faceplate helmet was the Centurion's waist token hanging at the Dragonborne Werewolf's waist; this token, representing power and strength, was forged from divine iron excavated from a Red Dragon Nest and also represented the status bestowed upon this Wolf by Kalon's ruling kingship.
"I hope these fellows haven't done anything to anger me," the Dragonborne Werewolf's mouth, which was too long compared to a human's, opened, and the military token in his hand glowed faintly.
He smiled, revealing his long, thick, silver-white canines.
The Dragonborne Werewolf retracted his sharp claws from the waist token and placed them on the Wolf clan emblem; the brief information contained within this clan emblem would guide the nearby Wolf clans.
"Oh, it's not too far from here, only about a hundred miles," the Dragonborne Werewolf retracted his claws and, following the scent guidance from the clan emblem, walked in the direction of the distance.
In fact, the wings on the Sahar's back were not just for show, but this fellow rarely used his wings, firstly because there were few enemies now who could force this Wolf to use his wings.
Secondly, this Wolf had a certain reverence for the Dragon clan, and the Wolf did not particularly like the feeling of flying. The Wolf's own extraordinary leaping ability was enough to claw down low-flying enemies.
Sahar still chose to walk this time, and did not take off his Imperial Guard heavy armor to transform into a wild giant Wolf.
And a greatsword, which would have been heavy for some powerful warriors, was carried single-handedly by this fellow, who strode through the forest path, following the scent of his kind, and delving deep into the forest.
The scent of fellow werewolves grew heavier and more numerous, clearly indicating that the Clans had arrived one after another, and each Clan had at least one Wolf.
The Dragonborne Werewolf continued walking until his senses clearly picked up the strong scent of his kind ahead. It was a river valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, an excellent temporary resting place for these Wolves.
The Dragonborne Werewolf stopped, put on the horned helmet from his waist, with his two True Dragon horns protruding from the top of the helmet, then lowered his face mask, and strode in.
The two werewolf warriors guarding the entrance to the river valley sensed that the creature under the heavy armor was one of their kind and did not stop him, but their eyes, glowing green in the darkness, stared at Sahar's back, at the two broad wings that remained wide even when folded, and the True Dragon horns on his head.
Sahar did not care about the strange looks from the two Wolves. Although he could be considered another race, his Wolf blood had not changed, only gained something more. This was the biggest difference between the Dragonborn mutated by Kalon's domain influence and the Dragonborn achieved through the blood of a True Dragon.
There were no tents or similar structures in the river valley. Although these Wolf Clans were to some extent civilized races, sleeping in the open was one of their habits. They simply gathered under the protruding cliffs that could provide shelter from the rain.
Approximately thirty werewolves gathered under the river valley cliff. Some were in their Wolf form, while others were in human form, all possessing a strong aura of Wolf blood.
Fires were lit all around, roasting their dinner. Wild boars and mountain deer were roasted until they were glistening with oil, and the entire river valley was filled with the aroma of roasted meat.
There were also a dozen or so Wolf warriors patrolling and guarding the perimeter of the river valley, though they all seemed rather lazy.
In such a wild forest, few creatures could threaten these powerful werewolf warriors, let alone the Wolf Elders and tribal chiefs who could perfectly control their wild strength.
However, these powerful Clan Elders and Chiefs were not as weak in perception as the two Wolf warriors guarding the river valley. They clearly sensed how terrifying the aura of this unusually tall, heavily armored warrior was.
The Wolves gathered around the fire immediately became alert, their green eyes emitting captivating light. They stood up,
slightly arching the solid muscles of their backs, their bowed legs slightly bent, and their claws retracted under their chests and bellies. This was a prelude to the Wolf race launching an attack.
Other werewolves who maintained human form also reawakened their wild power. Their bodies swelled, strong muscles tearing through the linen clothes on these Wolves, and coarse brown, grey, black, and silver fur sprouted from every part of their bodies.
Their limbs transformed into beastly claws, their mouths protruded forward, their fangs lengthened, and their ears became pointed and covered with soft downy fur.
When the final furry, powerful tail emerged from the coccyx, the former humans had transformed into terrifying, bipedal giant Wolves.
Each giant werewolf stood over two meters tall, and some Wolf Elders and Chiefs even reached three meters in height after transforming into giant Wolves.
These werewolves let out low, warning growls at the heavily armored warrior, while leaping around, surrounding Sahar, who was completely encased in heavy armor.
"Who are you, stranger warrior, fully armed Dragonborn? You have the aura of a werewolf ," said the Wolf Elder of the Bloodfang Clan. His black claws faintly glowed red like fresh blood, which was a characteristic of the Bloodfang Clan activating their power.
Although the opponent appeared to be clad in heavy armor and wielded a heavy sword, looking extraordinarily powerful.
But after transforming into Wolves, these Chiefs, Elders, and warriors all possessed agile speed and powerful strength, and their fur was equivalent to leather armor, giving them the capital to contend with this heavily armored warrior.
Moreover, the number of werewolves was sufficient. Even natural wild werewolves without intelligence would employ wolf pack tactics when hunting, let alone these Wolves who could control their wild power.
However, even though these werewolves were already tall enough, they still appeared somewhat slender and a head shorter in front of the heavily armored Dragonborne Werewolf.
The tall Sahar silently watched the silver-haired werewolf , who was the Wolf Elder of the Silver Canine Clan.
"My tribe, you stopped them, didn't you, Gerhard?" Sahar lifted his face mask, revealing his slightly altered face. His aura had changed, no longer familiar to the other party.
"Sahar," the werewolf Elder named Gerhard, who also had a long silver mane that glowed faintly silver in the night, called out, "You've actually become a Dragonborn! You are no longer a Wolf, and you can no longer hold the position of Alpha leader!"
"So this time, so many of you have come here to hold a Clan alliance, just to annex my tribe and take over my power?"
Sahar's face was as calm and placid as a Red Dragon's daily demeanor, revealing not the slightest thought.
"No, we are here because you have gained a certain status in the Dragon Territory. We need you to cooperate with us, disguise some of the strength of our nine Clans as your tribe, and then obtain a territory belonging to the werewolves in the Dragon Territory,"
The Alpha werewolf of the Shadow werewolf Clan, the War Chief, said this, his expression fanatical as he incited the surrounding Wolves,
"These True Dragons are all foolish and arrogant fellows. We werewolves only need to temporarily pretend to submit, and we can slowly hollow out the True Dragon's territory,"
"And finally seize power and turn this place into a paradise for Wolf habitation!"
"You really are fantasizing," Sahar finally showed a hint of a cold smile. "The True Dragons are not just those regular True Dragons. Their wisdom and power are beyond what you can imagine."
"It seems you've been the True Dragon's dog for too long, Sahar, and forgotten you were once an Alpha," the leader of the Shadow Wolf Clan also sneered,
"But being the True Dragon's dog is not as enjoyable as holding power yourself. Although you can no longer be the Alpha werewolf of the Silver Canine Clan tribe, as long as you help us, we will share power with you in the future."
"Besides, we, the twelve Wolf Clans, should help each other, Sahar. We are all your kind, your brothers."
Sahar couldn't help but laugh. He laughed, "When I was imprisoned in the Catha Empire's gladiatorial arena, suffering deep humiliation, why didn't I hear you say these words to me?"
"As for the power you want to share with me," Sahar gave a strange smile. He lowered his face mask again, his low voice carrying a hint of malice,
"Let me show you the power and strength my King has bestowed upon me!"
Before Sahar's voice even faded, figures suddenly appeared on the low mountain cliffs surrounding the river valley. They were Imperial Guard, each clad in heavy armor and wielding heavy blades, and each Imperial Guard was taller than any of the werewolves present.
These heavily armored Imperial Guard coldly looked down at the Wolves, who were already beginning to panic. They actually leaped down the cliff in a frenzy.
Bang, bang, bang,
Each Imperial Guard knelt, one hand on the ground, the greatsword in the other hand deeply embedded in the earth, but the shining eyes behind their face masks, like hunters staring at their prey, emitted a light even more intense than that of the other Clan werewolves .