Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 205: Positive confrontation
[Donald’s POV]
The mysterious disappearance of my beloved mate Margaret, along with Elizabeth, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, seems to have become one of the hidden ignition points of this war.
The enemy has truly targeted my weakness this time, and the anxiety and concern filling my chest cannot be shared with anyone; they can only be transformed into fuel for my combat! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"Kill these monsters! Protect the forest’s boundary line; don’t let them get a chance to cross over!" I issued this command, taking the lead and standing on the front line of the Lycan Army.
I am extremely adept at forest combat, and the giant sword in my hand is a terrifying weapon that chills my enemies to the bone.
The enemy’s assault team is led by several towering werewolves. Their battle strategies are comprehensive and detailed, their coordination impeccable, and their prowess not to be underestimated.
Looking at the enemies under the dark night sky, their pairs of eyes gleamed with a frightening light, particularly ominous amidst the concealment of the bushes. I have never feared any dangers on the battlefield, only coldly watching these cruel and ruthless enemies.
"My brave companions, the opportunity to kill the Lycan King is right before us, charge with me!"
When the enemy leader’s signal for a zealous charge sounded, I saw several scrawny werewolves not far ahead of me crushing some unnamed bottles they had hung around their necks and completing the shift in a single breath!
Christian had been guarding by my side and upon witnessing these werewolves’ shift, he couldn’t help exclaiming, "My God! What sort of monsters are these?"
It turned out that my previous designation for them was not wrong—they truly were ’monsters’!
Normally, when Lycans or ordinary werewolves complete the shift, their wolf form is universally consistent and normal, not bizarre and revolting like these werewolves, whose forelimbs are grotesquely bulkier than their hind legs, making them appear ludicrously misshapen and unnatural.
Yet beneath their grotesque appearance, they possess terrifying attacking power that we cannot afford to underestimate. I raised my voice and warned, "On guard! Their forelimb strength is incredibly formidable; their claws are sharper and deadlier than those of ordinary werewolves. Everyone be careful to dodge!"
Having spoken, I led by example and completed my own shift, letting out a long howl before lunging at the enemy pack. I first tore open the path by swiping away a few werewolves in my way, then I charged straight for their petty leader, aiming for his neck.
The leader seemed to have anticipated my intent, those bloodshot wolf eyes gleaming with an eerie light, he did not retreat but instead tensed his back muscles, as if he too wished to measure his strength against mine.
I snorted coldly, the deadly glint in my eyes already envisioning his demise; as Wolf in the midst of battle, I’ve never had an equal, and the naivety of this petty leader thinking he could provoke me was about to cost him his life.
The enemy’s attack was indeed swift, but in my eyes, still too slow. By merely tilting my head, I dodged his fiercest attack, and a second before severing his throat, a mocking light passed through my gray-green wolf eyes.
I defeated the enemy leader without any surprises, and Christian batted away several enemy wolves, "Your Majesty! They are too many; we need to end this battle quickly or else we’ll all get dragged to death by them!"
With narrow eyes, I surveyed the battlefield. The gloomy light did not affect my superior vision, and with a calm smile, I said, "They should be even more passive than us! Tell all the warriors on the field to split into two combat teams on the spot."
"One team attacking and blocking the enemies who have completed the shift, and the other team to prevent them from continuing to shift for battle. Focus on the small vials hung around their necks; those are key to boosting their final battle strength!"
On the battlefield, time is life and blood. As the captain of my personal guard, Christian did not doubt my decisions. He nodded, answered gravely with an ’Understood,’ and relayed the military orders.
Indeed, my strategy proved correct once again, with those werewolves who had fallen outside the front line of the battle, and had not yet completed their shift, quickly being surrounded by my Lycan Army.
The assault team and the personal guard force Lycans are Werewolf nobles who are tenfold stronger than ordinary werewolves in stature and fighting capability, let alone against these ’rotten apples’ who had not yet completed their bizarre shifts.
This war reached a turning point when dawn was just breaking; the enemy probably had not anticipated that my army would be so fierce and indestructible. After several hours of fierce fighting, they began thinking about retreat.
Of course, I would not allow them to escape. These abominable freaks dared to provoke the entire Wolf royal family, and as the sole king of the Royal Family, I must lead by example in defending the dignity of the Royals.
Naturally, I harbor an even deeper hatred for the despicable schemer behind all this, the one stirring up trouble. Sooner or later, I will strip off all his disguises and reveal him in front of everyone.
