novelzi Chapter 227: Revenge
Chapter 227: Revenge
Chapter 227: Revenge
Intense fluctuations of vital energy were evident on that side, where large tables had been set up for the strong leaders of the Wind Wolves.
Tang San silently concealed his aura, making not the slightest sound. He continued to wait.
The pig demons were busily carrying out pots of meat and sending them to the backyard, followed by jars of strong liquor.
Having lived in the Wind Wolf Clan's small town, Tang San was well aware of how fond these demons were of drinking. Thus, today's plan came naturally.
The party became noticeably noisier; they were celebrating the most important day of the year, after all.
Over a hundred tables filled the spacious backyard. Not far off, an altar held thirty-six corpses from which blood continuously dripped, flowing and soaking into the patterns on the altar's surface, emitting a thick, metallic scent.
This scent of blood not only didn’t disturb the party, but it even made the eyes of the Wind Wolves shine with a bloodthirsty light, almost as if they couldn't wait to tear into those corpses.
The tall and burly Wind Wolf King sat at the main table, which could accommodate thirty. He had a humanoid body and a massive wolf head. From his forehead, clusters of cyan fur extended toward his back, showcasing the purity of his bloodline.
Should he break through to the god level, the Wind Wolf King's cyan fur would gain a hint of gold, indicating that his bloodline had reached a higher tier.
However, for a bloodline like the Wind Wolves’, breaking through to the god level was not easy. The clan's Grand Elder was the only one who had reached this step and was now serving at the Ancestral Court.
"Sit down, everyone. If you get this excited just from a little blood, what good are you?" the Wind Wolf King angrily rebuked his clansmen. They were constantly howling toward the altar where the bodies lay.
Only then did the strong members of the Wind Wolf clan quiet down and take their seats. The tables were already laden with steaming meat and only meat. Some Wind Wolves couldn't wait and started grabbing and tearing into the meat.
The Wind Wolf King frowned slightly, deeply dissatisfied with the situation. The Wind Wolves had always been a third-rate clan, due to their fourth-tier bloodline, and since becoming the Wind Wolf King, he had always wanted to lead the clan to greater heights. However, due to their poor foundation, they could not even suppress the Flash Leopard clan.
"Calm your anger, Wolf King. How can you act like this on the day of the Great Sacrifice?" At the table of the Wind Wolf Priests, the oldest among them raised his staff, and an invisible authority radiated from him, even seemingly blending with the bloody scent from the distant altar.
Only then did the Wind Wolf King restrain himself, sit back down, and fiercely down a large cup of wine.
The kicked Wind Wolf Priest got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and walked back to her table to sit quietly, showing no interest in the meat and wine.
This incident did not dampen the spirits of the Wind Wolf demons; drinking heartily and eating large chunks of meat was an important tradition among most demon races. Especially with the scent of blood from the altar. That was when their spirits were at their highest.
The sky had darkened entirely, yet the backyard was illuminated by the light of Wind Spirit Stones, revealing everything in detail. Large Wind Spirit Stones were gathered and activated by a crude array to release the wind element within, forming a green light. This made the backyard seem somewhat eerie, but with the rich wind element that the Wind Wolf clan loved most, they were very comfortable like this.
After three rounds of drinking, many Wind Wolf demons were somewhat drunk but still reluctant to put down their cups. For most races, alcohol was a luxury, expensive, and not always available. The wine at the annual sacrifice ceremony was naturally much better than the inferior wine they usually had, so it was unsurprising that many were more than eager to indulge.
Gradually, some of the members of the Wind Wolf clan were sprawled over the tables, snoring away.
The Wind Wolf King drank a great deal, and under the influence of alcohol, his inner turmoil was somewhat alleviated. However, the feeling of dizziness surged as well.
Drinking was for the pursuit of the sensation of drunkenness, so on regular days, they never used their bloodline power to counteract the effects of alcohol. Otherwise, what would be the point of drinking?
The Wind Wolf King stood up, intending to summon a pig demon to bring him more wine, when suddenly he swayed. A sudden bout of dizziness struck him, causing him to plop back into his seat.
He shook his massive wolf head forcefully, a flash of confusion in his eyes immediately replaced by alertness. Given his constitution, even if he got drunk, it shouldn't be to the extent that he couldn't control his own body!
Something’s off! He immediately activated the bloodline power within his body, trying to expel the alcohol, and shouted, "Something's wrong. There's a problem."
The surrounding wolf demons who had not yet succumbed to drunkenness instinctively looked in his direction. Relatively speaking, the Wind Wolf Priests were more restrained in their drinking, and they were still fine. Hearing the Wind Wolf King's shout, they all stood up.