Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 163 We Have a Common Enemy

"We can remove the Undead Baby from the mother’s body prematurely, but it’s highly likely that the mother’s life will be endangered if we do so. Princess Haley could die," the sorcerer’s voice was calm and detached.

Elijah took a deep breath, "Then do as you say."

He desperately needed the undead; only with them could he prevail. If Haley did die, he would elevate her to the status of queen and build her a magnificent palace, where her body would rest in eternal slumber after her passing. Of course, he would also slay ten male werewolves to accompany her in death, ensuring she would not be alone in the afterlife.

That was all Elijah could do for Haley.

"But there’s one thing I’m uncertain about," the witch said.

"What is it?" Elijah gave a look of displeasure. He hated it when the sorcerer spoke in riddles.

"I’m not sure the Dark Gods would accept an Undead Baby that isn’t full-term," the sorcerer pondered, "But we can try."

"You’re asking me to gamble with my sister’s life?" Elijah struggled to suppress his anger, "I need a definitive answer."

The wizard slowly raised his head, "But you have no other choice now. The Northern Army attacked earlier than expected, and the rebels were not completely annihilated. That’s why you’re eager to obtain the Undead Legion, because you know that only the Undead Legion can help you destroy your enemies, don’t you?"

The sorcerer looked at Elijah with a sneer, and an expression of smug, long-held knowledge spread over his ugly face. But as Elijah glared at him, that fleeting expression vanished instantly.

"So, what is your decision, Your Majesty?" the sorcerer asked respectfully.

What should he do? Elijah was caught in a dilemma and had no other option. He had to take a risk. Since the Dark Lord had previously granted him an undead warrior, there was a chance that the Dark Lord would grant him another undead legion.

Elijah was convinced that he would get what he wanted if only the sacrifice pleased the Dark One.

After a brief pause, Elijah finally made a decision. He asked the sorcerer, "When will you perform it?"

"Are you asking when Princess Haley will go into labor?"

"I don’t care if it’s labor or anything else," Elijah struggled for words, "I mean, when is the soonest you can get that Undead Baby out of Haley’s body?"

"We have to wait."

"When exactly do we have to wait?" Elijah’s patience was wearing thin.

The dark wizard slowly lifted his gaze, "We will have to wait until a moonless night for Princess Haley to give birth. Additionally, you will need to prepare a hundred fresh bodies for me. Once Princess Haley has completed her delivery, I will immediately offer the sacrifice to the Dark Gods."

"Are one hundred werewolves sufficient?" Elijah whispered, "Are they enough for an army?"

The sorcerer smiled, "One undead warrior can stand up to a thousand werewolf soldiers, and besides, they are immortal and do not fear fire. A hundred undead warriors would be perfectly adequate."

Elijah’s heart was racing, and he couldn’t wait to ask the wizard, "I need to know exactly when."

Who knows when there will be no moon at night? Elijah didn’t bother to guess, figuring that the sorcerer must already know the answer.

"Maybe tonight," the wizard said cryptically. "Maybe tomorrow night."

"So, either tonight or tomorrow night, right?" Elijah pressed.

The sorcerer nodded softly, his smile eerie.

"But before that, I suggest you meet our old friend," the wizard said. "He has been waiting for you in the capital for many days now. It’s time to tell him of our plans."

Elijah thought for a moment, "Then inform him that I will meet with him tonight."

"Yes, your majesty."

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In the evening, Dyson received a notification from Green (the wizard) informing him that his king had decided to meet with him. So, at the appointed time, Dyson was whisked away by a couple of alpha warriors, who politely escorted him in a car and dropped him off at a secluded villa. They left Dyson sitting alone in a parlor-like room.

Before entering the villa, security officers temporarily confiscated Dyson’s mobile phone while they conducted a search. Although he didn’t know how much time had passed, he guessed it was at least an hour.

The Wolf King of the West was an hour late.

Dyson expected the Wolf King of the West to ask him to meet at the palace. After all, that’s what hospitality entails. But the new Wolf King of the West didn’t seem to have enough respect for him.

Had he not been hunted by Klaus, he wouldn’t have been seeking refuge with the Wolf King of the West. It’s all Gina’s fault, that damned woman. Dyson was irritated just thinking about it.

The sound of a door being pushed open was heard, and Dyson turned his head in that direction. An ugly face appeared in his line of sight—an indescribable ugliness, as if worn away by the combination of age and malice.

However, Dyson quickly adjusted his expression to hide any hint of revulsion.

"We will meet again, my friend," Green walked into the room. He was followed by a tall, thin man with long black hair falling to his shoulders. There was an air of mystery about the man that was inscrutable.

Dyson stood up as Green and the man approached him. Green introduced him, "This is our king."

Dyson started slightly but his face showed not the slightest sign of displeasure. He quickly put on his usual false smile, which was as perfect as a mask, hiding what was really going on within him. He offered to shake the dark-haired man’s hand, "Pleased to meet you, Your Majesty. I am Dyson, from the North."

"I know you," Elijah said, not shaking hands but sitting down squarely on the couch, one leg resting on the other. It was a graceful, subdued gesture, yet it carried with it a commanding majesty.

Elijah’s eyes swept over Dyson indifferently, as if scrutinizing an object. Dyson felt a wave of pressure wash over him, making him involuntarily lower his head a little.

"Let’s skip the tedious formalities and get straight to the point," Elijah lifted his chin slightly, his eyes betraying a hint of keenness.

Dyson withdrew his awkward hand and eased back into his old seat, adjusting his sitting position to look more composed.

"What’s the deal?" There was a hint of caution in Dyson’s voice.

Elijah signaled the wizard with his eyes, and then the wizard spoke, "The North is attacking our borders and soon they will reach the Galaxy pack. When they do, we will lure the North into the canyon, and all you will have to do is destroy the North’s reserve military area before they get there. Then we will join forces with our army from the rear to pin down the northern army."

It was the same old place. Dyson knew it had been a battleground for Klaus and Elijah, where they had fought fiercely.

"I thought it was merely for me to bring Klaus’s mate to the battlefield, just like last time," Dyson said, not realizing that this time they wanted him to attack the Northern Army—something that was much harder than tricking a woman into battle.

Dyson’s brow furrowed slightly; he knew full well that an attack on the Northern army meant a great risk. Not only did it require careful planning and great physical strength, but it could also lead to a range of unpredictable consequences.

"So, what do I get?" Dyson asked, a hint of eagerness creeping into his voice. He wouldn’t take a risk lightly without a good reward.

Dyson’s gaze was locked on Elijah, awaiting an answer.

"The throne," Elijah responded, his eyes gleaming with temptation. "Klaus will fall in battle, and you will be the sole inheritor of the Northern throne."

Elijah’s words hit Dyson like a sledgehammer to the chest. The throne was a symbol of power that countless individuals dreamed of, and Dyson was no different. A fierce desire surged within him, but it was tempered by apprehension.

"Are you sure he’ll really die this time?" Dyson chuckled nervously. "After all, you didn’t even manage to kill him last time."

He didn’t fully trust Elijah’s plan. Klaus was a formidable foe, and his previous defeat had cast doubts on Elijah’s abilities. A wary gleam flickered in Dyson’s eyes. He needed more reassurance before committing to this perilous scheme.

As Dyson finished his sentence, he immediately received a chilling stare from Elijah, whose expressionless gray eyes bored into him.

Dyson could feel the anger radiating from the Wolf King before him, and the temperature seemed to plummet around him. A coldness crept over Dyson, feeling like sharp icicles piercing his skin from all sides, causing him to involuntarily shiver.

Elijah remained seated, but the aura that emanated from him descended upon Dyson like a tidal wave. Anger seemed to materialize, filling the air and leaving Dyson almost suffocating.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty," Dyson rose and bowed his head. His heart pounded rapidly, and he regretted his careless words.

Elijah’s eyes were like cold, sharp daggers, piercing straight through him and terrifying him.

The room was silent for a moment, so still that one could hear the beating of every heart.

Elijah asked in an icy tone, "So, are you going to make this deal with us?" His voice sounded as if it had come from a freezer, devoid of any warmth.

Dyson pondered for a few seconds before responding, "Yes."

For a moment, thoughts raced through Dyson’s mind. He knew there was no turning back, and making this deal with the Wolves might be his only option.

Rather than wait to be hunted down by Klaus, he might as well take a gamble. Dyson thought to himself that if he could slay Klaus this time, the throne would be his.

"Very well," Elijah lowered his leg and the slight movement seemed to carry an undeniable aura of majesty. His eyes were still cold, but there was a touch more certainty in them. "Green will discuss the details with you next."

Elijah rose slowly to his feet, pausing again as he approached the door. He turned his head to look at Dyson, and in that instant, Dyson felt a piercing gaze that straightened his spine.

"Also, I need you to do one more thing," Elijah said.

"What is it, Your Majesty?" Dyson replied in a deliberately ingratiating tone. "Whatever I can do, I’ll give it my best shot."

A fawning smile spread across his face, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Bring Klaus’s mate to the canyon," Elijah said. "Just like last time."