Did Father Really Die?

Not only were there war wolves attacking Corvinus, but also a horde of male war wolves began to assail the surrounding werewolf warriors. However, they were merely second-tier war wolves; though threatening, they were still beasts, and certainly no match for the coordinated efforts of the werewolf warriors.

Thus, it wasn't long before the war wolves were howling in agony, while the werewolf warriors, in a show of tacit understanding, refrained from delivering fatal blows. These adult war wolves, though requiring time to tame, would become valuable assets as wolf cavalry once domesticated, a boon for strengthening the tribe's power!

"Hmm, have you been injured, beast?" Corvinus suddenly crouched down, noticing the alpha wolf's abdomen beneath the snarling beast was drenched in blood, with several wounds torn open by other magical beasts, the blood dripping down.

Despite the alpha's continued ferocious biting, Corvinus could distinctly sense the creature's weakening breath.

"Kardia!"

Upon Corvinus's call, a werewolf warrior swiftly approached.

"Hand over your hemostatic medicine!"

"Yes, sir!"

Werewolf warrior Kardia quickly handed over the hemostatic medicine from beneath his armor to Corvinus.

"Also, send someone to keep watch around. Although we're at the outskirts of the forest where the likelihood of encountering high-tier magical beasts is low, it's not entirely impossible, so be vigilant and scout the area!"

"Yes, sir!"

Werewolf warrior Kardia acknowledged the order and left.

Corvinus glanced at Kardia, who was the second fourth-tier warrior after him, possessing rich combat experience and leadership skills, making him a rare talent.

Moreover, Kardia was also the captain of his guard!

Corvinus uncorked the bottle, but regretted that the tribe only had a few low-tier alchemists; if there were mid to high-tier alchemists, they could synthesize potions, which were far more effective than simple powders.

"Stop struggling, I'm applying the medicine!"

Corvinus barked at the alpha, who was frenziedly biting the capture net.

The alpha, hearing the command, seemed to pause in realization for a human-like moment, but after a few seconds, resumed its biting.

"Are you looking for a beating?"

Corvinus's aura turned icy.

Even the lowest first-tier magical beasts possess a degree of intelligence, not to mention the third-tier alpha.

Corvinus rose and stomped on the alpha's head, immobilizing it instantly.

After all, as a fourth-tier warrior, overpowering a third-tier magical beast was a piece of cake!

Though the alpha's head was pinned, its body continued to struggle.

"Beast, if you move another inch, I'll punch you dead!"

At the same time, he increased the pressure on the alpha's head with his foot, and the alpha's eyes, which were filled with ferocity, now showed a hint of fear.

"Humph!"

Corvinus snorted coldly and poured the hemostatic medicine onto the alpha's wounds.

In this world, medicine was truly potent, and its effects were immediately apparent.

The bleeding from the alpha's wounds stopped instantly upon contact with the medicine.

Corvinus released his foot, and the alpha ceased its biting, instead looking at its now non-bleeding abdomen under the net.

Since magical beasts possessed intelligence, it naturally understood that the werewolf before it had just saved its life.

"Judging by your wounds, they were inflicted by other magical beasts."

"Your strength is too insignificant in this forest; a slight delve deeper, and many magical beasts could easily kill you!"

"I offer you a chance to follow me; my tribe can provide for your kind, ensuring food and safety, free from the threat of other magical beasts!"

"Of course, if you refuse, it's no problem; I've already captured half of your pack!"

Corvinus stood up and surveyed the scene; his claim of half was not an exaggeration.

Moreover, several adult male war wolves had been injured and were eyeing them menacingly.

"Consider this: on one side lies danger and potential death at every turn, while on the other, a life of comfort and the rapid growth of your kind!"

Corvinus continued his persuasion.

Although he had captured half, he still hoped the alpha would willingly lead its pack to join him.

"Wuuuuuu...!"

Suddenly, the alpha began to whimper lowly and used its paws to draw a circle in the ground.

"You actually understand contracts?"

Corvinus was somewhat surprised.

The alpha's intention was clear; it wished to become his contracted magical beast.

He was astonished; how could a mere third-tier alpha understand contracts?

"You're quite special, but I cannot accept you; your rank is too low to be my contracted magical beast!"

Corvinus shook his head.

Contracted magical beasts essentially shared their lives; while one wouldn't die if the other did, the other's strength would be greatly diminished.

He had no desire to form a contract with a third-tier magical beast.

Instantly, a flicker of disappointment crossed the alpha's eyes, and the situation became deadlocked. Soon, Corvinus grew restless.

At this moment, the alpha growled at Corvinus in a low voice.

"Do you agree?"

"Wuuuu!" The alpha howled twice, clearly accepting Corvinus's terms.

"You won't regret your choice!"

...

About half an hour later!

Corvinus, along with over fifty werewolf warriors and more than a hundred war wolves, slowly crossed the wasteland heading south.

The Silvermane Tribe was located to the south.

At this moment, two war wolf cavalrymen were sprinting towards them from the distant wasteland.

A war wolf standing two meters four tall, with a body length of three meters, carrying a fully armed werewolf warrior, was quite intimidating.

Soon, the werewolf warriors under Corvinus's command began to stand guard, and even the wolf pack started to prepare for battle.

"Friends!"

Corvinus, observing the approaching cavalry, signaled his warriors not to be alarmed.

Subsequently, the other warriors also relaxed their tense guard, as the two cavalrymen's armor clearly bore the emblem of the Silvermane Tribe.

The two cavalrymen stopped their war wolves less than five meters away from Corvinus and his group, swiftly dismounted, and knelt before Corvinus, saying, "Young Chieftain, the elder chieftain orders you to return to the tribe immediately!"

"Elder Chieftain?"

Corvinus frowned because the elder chieftain referred not to his father but to his grandfather, the previous chieftain of the Silvermane Tribe.

Usually, this grandfather lived a reclusive life; why was he suddenly in such a hurry to have him return to the tribe?

"What has happened in the tribe?"

Corvinus inquired.

"It's..."

The two werewolf warriors exchanged glances, their spirits instantly dampened, and one of them, with his head down, said, "It's the chieftain, the chieftain has been killed in battle!"

"What?"

"Father has been killed?"

Corvinus could hardly believe his ears; his father had been killed in battle.

How could this be?

Corvinus felt it was too sudden!

"D*mn it, call out one of your kind!"

Corvinus's face turned ugly as he immediately ordered the alpha.

Seeing the volatile aura of the werewolf before him, the alpha knew it was no opponent and quickly growled, summoning a male war wolf to Corvinus's side.

"Kardia, take them and return to the tribe as quickly as possible!"

"Yes, sir!"

Kardia accepted the order solemnly, looking at Corvinus as he mounted the war wolf, a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.

The chieftain is dead!

So the next chieftain would be the young chieftain, right?

At this moment, Corvinus, riding the war wolf with two cavalrymen, sped back to the tribe.