The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The powerful slogans of unity were akin to a volcano eruption, emotions surged inside everyone present.

"I want you to look at them very carefully son, these are your real people. These are the people for whom we shall fight because they never left us alone on our fate" Mirza Zephyr said to his offspring.

Ezra on the other side couldn't find words to reply, maybe he was too young to experience such a thing or maybe his emotions were surging.

"But unfortunately, our race's power is declining with passing time." The king continued.

"Declining? But why father!" The young werewolf asked in concern.

"The grade of the spirit of a person is highly dependent on the spirits of his parents, if parents have grade 5 spirit then it is nearly impossible for the child to be born with a grade 6 spirit. The child will only be blessed by a grade 5 spirit if both of his parents have the same grade of spirits. And the average of werewolves' spirits is of grade 2."

"But father, how come I was born with a grade 6 spirit when you and mother had lower grade spirits?"

"You were an exception, a blessing gifted to our race by a prophecy." King said, he took a deep breath and spoke again. "If only you had some more spirit cubes for our race, especially for our Imperial Guards."

At this point, Ezra thought of Monstrous Wolf. "I have to ask Fenrir, maybe he has some more." He pondered.

"You greedy kid, I can hear your thoughts" a voice rang in Ezra's head.

"Fenrir!" He cried in surprise. Hearing the name, The King asked. "What happened to God Fenrisulfr?"

"Nothing father... did you hear something?"

"No, is everything alright son?"

"Uh, yes yes father." The prince smiled and knocked the topic away.

"He can not hear me fool, only those I allow in this pyramid can hear me." The Fenrir answered.

"But how are you talking, when you are not here?" The dazed werewolf questioned.

"It's telepathy, you don't even know about such a common thing? How pathetic of you." The wolf mocked

Ignoring the sarcasm, Ezra said through his thoughts "Fenrir, if you can hear my thoughts then you ought to know what I was thinking about as well."

"I know, let me give you a brief number. I have 5 more 7-grade spirit cubes, which I can not waste on these pitiful werewolves. Aside from that, there are 98 grade 6 cubes, 419 grade 5 cubes and 2000 grade 4 cubes. You can use them as you want, they are worthless to me. But I will suggest you keep the grade 6 cubes."

Hearing that Ezra Zephyr exploded in happiness, his mouth widened as he smiled like a moron. "You are awesome Fenrir, but I can only use 1 spirit then what's the point of keeping the rest, I can not use them anyway, so why not use it on these loyal people?"

"Shut your blabbering mouth and do as I say or you won't even get a single cube." Fenrir retorted.

"Sorry, I understand." The prince replied, he knew arguing will do no good.

"Come alone and pick them up from the statue." Said Fenrir

Ezra looked at his father. "Father, please excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back"

The king who was attentive to Ezra's consecutive transition of facial expressions assumed that something was going on, he said no more and nodded. The werewolf prince ran towards the cave in frenzy, when he reached the statue, he saw a ring inside the bowl.

"Pick it and give it to your father, he'll know what to do" Fenrir guided the prince. The latter did as said and gave went back, The King was still looking at the cave when Ezra came back.

"Is there something I should know son?" He asked.

"Yes father, Fenr... I mean God Fenrisúlfr gave me this ring to give you."

When Mirza looked at the ring, his brows were raised in astonishment. "It's a spatial ring, but it's of a higher quality. What's inside of it son?" He questioned his son in elation.

"That's something I can't reveal" the prince replied with a joyful smile.

The King smiled, looking at his happy boy who was on his death bed one day ago soothed his heart.

He glanced at the ring, it was black with white golden runes art on it, The King wore the ring and poured a little bit of his qi. With a flash of light, a mountain of a treasure fell. The entire pyramid was flooded with gold, jewels, diamonds and whatnot.

The Imperial Guards were buried inside the treasure, after quite a struggle they made their way upside.

"This much gold!"

"Look at these jewels"

"No no, these diamonds are worth more than gold and jewels."

The guards spoke their mind, as they were bewildered by such wealth.

"Even the revenue of ten years of our kingdom's won't be able to compete this wealth" Mirza Zephyr murmured.

Amongst them all, only Ezra was not affected by it, because the treasure he saw earlier can not even be compared with it. The expressions of the werewolves slowly changed from surprised to ecstatic, seeing that Ezra closed his eyes and heartfully thanked Fenrir.

"I didn't even know that rusty ring had treasure in it, I assumed it was empty." Fenrir spoke. Well, this treasure means a lot for stupid mortals like you, now order them to wipe their drools and search for the cubes and pills." Said Fenrir.

"Pills! What pills?" Ezra asked

"You dense motherfucker, pills of spirits and pills to help them in their cultivation. Ask anymore stupid questions and I'll personally make your race extinct." Fenrir responded in anger.

Without paying any further heed, The Prince said to The King. "Father, there are spirit cubes in it as well. Tell everybody to find them."

"WHAT! There are more spirit cubes. How many?" He shouted in reply.

"Few thousands" Ezra calmly said.

Mirza Zephyr's commissures were stretched and twitched, his face showed an evil smile. In this tiny bit of time he looked into the upcoming future, he slapped his face two times to control his senses and ordered right after. "Everyone, get a hold of yourselves. There are pill-sized cubes inside this mountain of treasures, emitting energy. Find them all, our race is going to be evolved."

Hearing that, everyone dropped their weapon. Dismounted from Flaming Leo Horse and dived into the ocean of treasures, after quite a while someone shouted. "I found them! I found them. Thousands of cubic pills, they're here."

(Note: After bowing to their king earlier, they mounted on Flaming Leo Horse again. Imperial Guards is a thousand men troop that is trained to fight in all formations. Heavy cavalry, heavy infantry as well as individual combat)

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