My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2710 - 904: Night of Neverwinter · When the Howl Comes (Part 2)

Rather than wasting my precious time coming here to witness a classic scene of parental love, I’d rather spend some time tracking Icefield Bears on the snow plain... I tell you, bear paws during this season are delicious and juicy. Those clumsy creatures like to use their paws to scoop honey, making them sweet and aromatic to chew on.

Can’t talk about it anymore, my mouth is watering."

"Yes, yes, you are very lonely."

Marcus’s ears were almost calloused from this talkative fellow’s chatter all the way. While identifying the direction to guide this hypocritical guy, he muttered softly:

"All the female Snowfield Wolves on the Endless Winter Plains are your harem, and your offspring run rampant, almost becoming a Snowfield Wolf disaster. This is enough to prove how ’lonely’ you are, and I very much doubt you have some kind of fetish. Why do you only sire offspring with those Snowfield Wolves that already have mates?

Does it make you happy to put a cuckold on all the male wolves on the plain?"

This question successfully shut Aelius up. A few seconds later, it replied somewhat sheepishly and softly:

"Uh... Men, what’s wrong with being a little perverted? I just like mature females, okay?"

"Oh, okay, this is probably why, as the son of the Wolf Father, you couldn’t gain the recognition of the Snowfield Wolf packs on the Permafrost Snowfield, and rather have a notorious reputation among the wolf packs."

Marcus sighed and said:

"To be honest, this is my first time dealing with a legendary creature. After personally seeing your ’unique’ lifestyle, I realized that even aloof legendary creatures can have such character."

"If you, with your venomous fox mouth, continue to mock me like this, I won’t go!"

A bit embarrassed, Aelius scolded:

"At least I am a powerful ’Divine Offspring’, you black-haired werewolf should show some respect! Do you know about the Winter Wolf Religion? I used to steal offerings from their churches without paying, and if you, a mere werewolf, anger me, I’ll just bite you to death!

Besides, it’s not like I have to go to that boring ’family gathering’, it’s purely because you promised me certain conditions that I agreed to come with you."

"Regarding this point, I’ve already said many times, Lord Aelius."

Marcus was startled and immediately emphasized again:

"We werewolves naturally have the ability to freely switch between wolf and human forms. There’s no secret technique to it. If you really came with me because of this, you’re likely to be disappointed."

"Tsk, the wisdom of common wolves! Truly foolish."

Aelius leisurely followed behind the black-haired werewolf, mocking:

"Have you ever heard the saying that a Divine Spirit observes the world differently from ordinary people? What you see as an inborn ability, I only need to visit the place where you were born, and I can learn this arcane knowledge.

By then, I can also become a werewolf.

Hehehe, I don’t know if I’ve lived too long, but my tastes have changed a bit in the last century. I’ve found that human females are actually quite attractive..."

"Damn! I knew it."

Marcus desperately covered his eyes with his paws while running.

After fully witnessing the daily life of this "Snow Plain Warlord," it dared not imagine what kind of dire straits the middle-aged and elderly men of Nordtof Kingdom would face if this guy really learned how to transform into a human.

But on the other hand, thinking about it, this guy does seem to have a bit of social anxiety.

He doesn’t like going to places with many people, so most likely men living in big cities don’t have to worry about being cuckolded by a legendary creature.

But thinking further, if Aelius could really transform into a werewolf, then its own clan...

Oh my god!

This is such a mind-blowing thought that Marcus immediately regretted taking Sir Murphy’s order to come and look for this Winter Wolf.

Speaking of which, with this guy being so flighty, can it really take up the mission belonging to it in the great trouble encountered by the God of the North Wind, as Sir Murphy wishes?

This thought lingered in the werewolf’s mind, but a few minutes later it suddenly felt a deep-seated fear, and under that peculiar aura summoned it to stop and lift its head to look at the sky, where a strange white light fell from the horizon into the distant mountains.

That was the direction of the Klim Fortress.

And next to Marcus, who had stopped, Winter Wolf Aelius, who had always hidden itself in the shadow of invisibility, revealed its true form at this moment.

It was a gigantic black wolf as large as a mountain, its size and figure were almost a mirror image of the God of the North Wind and the Silver Wolf, a full mane of black bristles like a majestic cloak draped over its robust body.

It had fearsome teeth at the corners of its mouth, symbolizing the wild majesty it was born with.

However, this fully black giant wolf had a somewhat peculiar circle of golden-yellow mane around its neck, like a big scarf, or like the full mane of a lion, not ugly, and when the wind blew that black and golden mane, it gave it an indescribable sense of carefree ease.

At this moment, Aelius squatted beside Marcus, also looking up at that falling white light in the sky.

It was unusually silent, making Marcus involuntarily look at it.

"Old Su Head has fallen into the mortal world."

Aelius said in a deep and serious tone: