Chapter 75

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Third Person’s POV
Solanke patted Victor’s shoulder. “Retreat, Victor. You’ve lost too much on the southern border. You can’t beat Alpha Lance . ”
Victor sneered, “You shouldn’t have come.”
His pheromones exploded.
His fangs bit into his lip as he hissed, “You offered hope but didn’t fight alongside us.”
Solanke coldly replied, “After years of fighting for the southern border, your kingdom is already weakened. We provided our own supplies for support. You haven’t suffered losses .”
Victor’s claws still pointed at Solanke. His body radiated Dragon Ash’s icy aura.
He demanded, “How many villages did they raze? Is this the revenge you seek? Your Western Tribes have killed thousands in Frostfang Town and today, maybe ten thousand in total. I don’t understand why you’d pay such a heavy price.”
In his view, the Western Tribes had killed ten thousand enemies but lost tens of thousands themselves.
Such deep–seated hatred and high–cost revenge could have directly targeted the Bloodscar Border.
He couldn’t comprehend their motives.
Solanke didn’t answer. He stepped back and said gravely, “Farewell.”
The Western Tribes‘ wolves began to retreat.
Seeing the situation was irreversible, Victor slowly lowered his claws.
He looked up to see Dragon Ash warriors falling to the enemy.
Several of Lance’s most fierce warriors fought tirelessly, each strike targeting vital points.
Victor finally ordered, “Withdraw from Darkclaw Town.”
The Dragon Ash and Western Tribes‘ wolves began a large – scale retreat. The sudden development stunned the fighting wolves.
They wondered if it was a tactic like drawing them in.
But upon reflection, with the enemy leaving Darkclaw Town, there was nothing to pursue their goal was to drive them out.
Lance’s legion could only watch as the enemy fled in disarray.
Victory came easier than expected.
They’d braced for death, especially with the Western Tribes‘ grand support.
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Even Lance had personally commanded the battle , showing its brutality .
Corpses littered the battlefield , and the city reeked of blood. Snowfall couldn’t mask the overwhelming stench .
Darkclaw Town was vast , with many villages surrounding the town center.
Abbot hastily asked Lance, “Should we pursue them to prevent village massacres ?”
After pondering, Lance said, “Solanke won’t do that, but Victor… Have Gamma Adelaide lead a team to chase them.”
Lance knew Solanke wasn’t a warmonger in the Western Tribes. He wouldn’t resort to village massacres.
But Victor, after years on the southern border, might vent his fury on innocent wolves.
If someone pursued him, he’d be too occupied to cause trouble.
“Yes , sir!” Abbot immediately relayed the order to Adelaide.
Adelaide raised her arm and shouted, “Ironthorn Army, follow me! Prevent the Dragon Ash soldiers from escaping!”
The Ironthørn Army sprang into action, and other soldiers joined the pursuit.
They’d fought fiercely and wanted to see the Dragon Ash Wolf Kingdom’s forces expelled from Darkclaw
Town.
Ulrik searched for Velda in the chaos during the enemy’s retreat.
He anxiously called out, “Velda! Velda!”
But his voice was drowned out by the noisy footsteps.
Without time to think, he followed Adelaide.
Unbeknownst to him, Velda had already been captured by the Western Tribes.
After the city fell, she’d chased a Western Tribes‘ squad, aiming to capture these special werewolves to force Solanke’s retreat.
She believed that if the Western Tribes withdrew, Dragon Ash would pose no threat.
Despite others doubting her ability to gain credit, she was determined to prove them wrong.
As she chased them, Velda became more certain of her judgment. The enemy squad was heading out of
town.
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She’d gained advantages in similar situations before and wasn’t about to miss this chance.
After a half–hour pursuit, the enemy grew exhausted and stopped to catch their breath.
Velda’s team was also worn out.
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When Velda yelled “Attack!“, Western Tribes‘ wolves suddenly emerged from the alleys, smirking triumphantly.
She realized it was an ambush.
A wolf roared, “Kill all but the female!”
The Western Tribes‘ wolves lunged at them like demons.
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