The ancient Donomiti Mountain was picturesque.
The gurgling river meandered from the foot of the mountain into the distance.
The windmills slowly turned.
The entire villa was filled with a joyful atmosphere of idyllic songs.
The Headless Horseman rode his skeletal horse and walked by the river.
Wherever the horse\'s hooves passed, it left a line of shallow burning footprints.
Along the way, countless people looked at it.
But no one was afraid.
Because they were already used to it.
The Headless Horseman rode the skeletal horse and walked into the depths of the manor.
There were already people waiting for him here.
"Honorable Duke Hill..." an old man who looked a little hunched came forward and held his skeletal horse. "Master ordered me to come and welcome you..."
The Headless Horseman\'s headless neck twisted slightly and asked, "Where is William?"
"Your Excellency..." the old servant said carefully, "Master is recuperating in the secret room..."
"Recuperating?!"
"Yes!"
"Who hurt him?!"
"You will know when you meet him..." the old servant sighed.
He led the Headless Horseman and slowly walked into a winery in the deepest part of the manor.
Then, he opened the secret passage of the winery and walked in with the Headless Horseman.
A moment later, they walked down the winding and rugged tunnel and entered a vast solid basement.
As soon as they entered, the Headless Horseman felt something.
It stopped and stomped hard on the ground with its boots.
Whoosh.
It was the sound of water.
"William!" He suddenly asked, "Why are you bleeding so much?"
There was blood under his feet.
Thick and smelly poisonous blood.
The blood of a werewolf Duke!
Thus, in the basement, whale oil lamps were lit one after another.
They lit up the wide basement.
It was at least a thousand square meters in size. In the middle of the basement, there was a huge stone bed.
On the stone bed lay a giant wolf that looked at least as big as an adult male elephant.
The giant wolf panted and moaned.
"Hill, you\'re here..." it panted and opened its gong-like eyes, staring at the Headless Horseman.
The Headless Horseman did not go forward. He continued to ask, "William, who hurt you?"
"Myself!" The giant wolf growled in a low voice. It lifted its hind legs. "I cut off something …"
Between its hind legs, there was no longer an organ that it had once been proud of and treasured.
Moreover, judging from the traces and methods used, it was probably not just a physical excision.
Moreover, it was a spiritual power removal.
This meant that the leader of the Qin Continent werewolf society, the most powerful werewolf duke in existence, would completely lose the ability to reproduce.
"Why?" Something that looked like an eye grew out of the neck of the Headless Horseman, Hill. However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was actually a plant bud.
The flower bud carefully observed the giant wolf's injuries. It couldn't understand why the werewolf leader would be so ruthless.
One had to know that in werewolf society, apart from strength, the most important factor that determined one's status was still their offspring.
Whoever could produce more offspring and contribute to the size of the population would receive more respect!
Werewolves did not reproduce like humans or vampires.
The birth of every new werewolf signified the death of its mother.
Those wolf cubs would start eating from their mother's womb.
Therefore, the werewolf society was almost entirely male, and there were very few female werewolves.
"Why?" The giant wolf lying on the stone bed suddenly stood up. The fur on its body stood up, and its mouth was full of fangs. They were sharp and terrifying. "I wanted to ask you!"
"Hill!"
"What did you ask Sherlock to do?"
"I actually provoked such a terrifying curse!"
"If I hadn't eaten the heart of the demonic wolf Fenrir before …"
"I'm afraid our entire tribe might be affected this time!"
The demonic wolf Fenrir was a terrifying demonic wolf in the god system that the Vikings believed in.
In the myths and legends of the Vikings, this terrifying demonic wolf would eventually devour the supreme god that they believed in and end the era of the gods.
When William was young, he used the clues of the myths and legends to finally find the place where the terrifying demonic wolf was sleeping in the depths of the Arctic Ocean. He took the opportunity to devour its heart.
Because of that, he possessed great strength and eventually killed and ate his father and brother.
He became the common leader of all werewolves.
He also obtained the right to reproduce with all female werewolves.
That made him the direct ancestor of most werewolves.
Obviously, the heart of the demonic wolf Fenrir that he devoured back then did not only give him great strength.
It also allowed him to master some of the secret skills of the demonic wolf.
However, in the myths of the Vikings, all the power of the gods had to be paid a price.
And it had to be paid by oneself!
The Overgod Odin had sacrificed his own eyes in order to gain supreme wisdom.
Now, William relied on cutting off his genitals and removing them from the root.
Thus, he avoided being affected by the curse and protected his other bloodline descendants.
"Sherlock?!" The Headless Horseman Hill was stunned and then said, "I just woke up …"
"I only know that Sherlock went to track down the escaped cat goddess, Bastet …"
"And …" The flower bud that grew out of its neck looked at the giant wolf and said, "William, I'm afraid you still don't know. Just this morning …"
"My thirteen Earls were all killed in my castle …"
"Doris … Cole … Vidic …"
"They're all dead …"
"Then, I received news that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Federal Empire of Xia had issued a diplomatic order, ordering all its diplomatic missions and agencies abroad to ban me and all the assets of my Order of the Temple, and to completely cut off all ties with the Order of the Temple …"
"So …" it said, "William, the curse you encountered should have been released by the people of the Federal Empire of Xia …"
"Sherlock should have been killed by the experts of the Federal Empire of Xia when he was tracking down the cat goddess, Bastet!"
"They killed it and used its corpse to hold a curse ritual …"
"William!!" The Headless Horseman asked, "Can you bear it? Do you still have to bear it?! "
"They don't care about us at all!"
"They want to kill us all!"
That was Hill's first reaction when he saw the broken limbs in the castle and learned of the news of being banned and sanctioned.
The Federal Empire of Xia had gone too far!
They did not take him seriously at all.
That was a blatant humiliation!
It was even more unbridled contempt!
If it could still bear it, then it shouldn't be standing here. Instead, it should have gone to the capital of the Federal Empire of Xia and knelt in front of the commander-in-chief, wagging its tail and begging for mercy like a pet.
The giant wolf listened to the Headless Horseman's words and turned to look at the attendant beside it. It asked, "Is what Hill said true?"
"Master …" the old servant replied, "It's true!"
"This morning, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Federal Empire of Xia did issue a diplomatic order …"
"The content is exactly the same as what Duke Hill said!"
"Bastard!" The giant wolf roared angrily.
If it was just killing Sherlock, it wouldn't have much of an opinion.
Although Sherlock was one of its proudest offspring.
However, in the werewolf society, the strongest offspring would often embark on the path of patricide.
Therefore, if Sherlock was just dead, it might be happy.
But …
Using Sherlock's corpse to carry out a curse and even involving it, it had no choice but to cut off its own root of happiness in order to avoid the curse.
This was simply an irreconcilable feud.
It had to take revenge!
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