Chapter 3, The First Love of the Wolf King

The Grassland Mobei is a subspecies of the magic wolf. They lack sharp fangs and claws, have a slender and frail physique, and their running speed is inferior even to that of a pig. If separated from the wolf pack, they can only starve to death or become prey for other wild beasts. However, everything exists for a reason; the Mobei possesses a unique innate ability as a magical beast. Although their combat power is nearly zero, they are proficient in healing magic. Thus, we provide protection and food for the Mobei, while they serve as our health caretakers. However, everything exists for a reason; the Mobei possesses a unique innate ability as a magical beast. Although their combat power is nearly zero, they are proficient in healing magic. Thus, we provide protection and food for the Mobei, while they serve as our health caretakers

Due to my voice being as gentle as a spring breeze, it was indeed too soft; the timid fox girl did not hear me at all. In the end, I had to speak my feelings loudly. I stamped a magical symbol on her delicate arm, which is my exclusive mark. I assured her that she could leave without worry, as even those bullies among the orcs would not dare to touch her, for she is under my protection, the Wolf of the Demon Wolf, a shameless leader of brawlers.

What is it that you are learning that is not good? Have you gained some wisdom to learn about street gangs and one-on-one fights? How disappointing! Who taught you this? I roared loudly, and strangely, I did not know what the term "street gang" meant; it just slipped out of my mouth. I suspect I was influenced by that "Flying Fairy from Beyond the Sky".

I became the king, and the first thing I did after becoming king was to thoroughly reform the military conduct of my clan. In fact, this is the only task of the leader of my clan, as we do not engage in production.

I want to become a bipedal human! This must be influenced by the celestial beings from beyond, I think

Why didn't you use your healing spell on the Wolf King just now? I am a bit angry

"I only ask you, can it be done or not?" I was furious. I am a powerful beast, the current wolf king of the Western Wolf Clan. In my rage, the aura of my dominance filled the air, causing the demon to weaken and kneel before me in fear, saying, "Unless you evolve on your own, I am incapable of such great power."

One day, we defeated a fox tribe. When I saw a fox girl with flowing long hair, a swaying red tail, an ethereal grace, and a curvaceous figure, my adolescent hormones finally erupted uncontrollably like volcanic lava.

However, as my power grew larger, I found this way of life increasingly tedious. My territory had expanded to the point where I could no longer keep track of it, and my influence even extended to our distant relatives, the Orcs.

How can I evolve? I clung tightly to this question. "Fight!" Before Mo Bei could respond, a battle wolf leader jumped over with a sudden leap, excitedly waving its claws: "Endless battles! Only through fighting can you continuously increase your strength and become the greatest king of the Beastman Prairie." Mo Bei's answer was identical, and I suspected this group of fools had conspired beforehand. However, in fact, I never gave them a chance to collude. After failing to receive a second answer, I became disheartened. I had no choice but to follow their words, excitedly waving my claws: "Endless battles! Only through fighting can you continuously increase your strength and become the greatest king of the Beastman Prairie." Mo Bei's answer was identical, and I suspected this group of fools had conspired beforehand. However, in fact, I never gave them a chance to collude. After failing to receive a second answer, I became disheartened. I had no choice but to lead my wolf army on campaigns north and south, blocking the east and attacking the west, embarking on an endless path of battle.

I immediately interrupted its flattery, saying: "Stop with the nonsense, can you do it? I want to transform into a human form, and it must be a permanent one! www.hetushu.com.com" "Why? You are our king. How will you run across the vast grasslands in human form? How will you fight against powerful magical beasts? You must understand that solidifying into human form will severely limit your abilities before you automatically advance to a top-tier magical beast!" This damned thing continued to chatter on.

It is said that their intelligence is generally higher than that of wolves, and they often serve as advisors to the wolf king. However, most of the time, their advice is completely disregarded, as the proud and arrogant wolves only believe in brute force. No one believes that the incompetent jackal possesses more wisdom than the valiant wolf. Of course, I do not admit this now; I believe that I am wiser than all the beasts.

The pure white creature approached me, its face adorned with a cautious smile, and it obsequiously said, "I pay my respects to my king!" At the same time, its short front paws gripped the ground, and its back arched. To my astonishment, I noticed its arms rapidly elongating, while the layer of white fur began to swiftly disappear from its forelimbs. First, a pair of wrinkled hands emerged, entirely human in form, followed by a kindly human face, complete with a long beard beneath its chin. Finally, as it stood upright from the ground, it had transformed into an elderly human clad in a white robe, exuding an air of ethereal grace. I stared in disbelief, realizing that this creature had become a ninth-tier magical beast, and it was only for this reason that it could metamorphose into a human. In the history of magical beasts, very few combat-type magical wolves have advanced to the ninth tier, but the creature, which specializes solely in healing arts, is an exception. Each large pack of wolves is accompanied by a multitude of magical creatures under its protection, and in every generation, at least one magical creature advances to the ninth tier, thus gaining the ability to transform into a human. However, in the brutal, survival-of-the-fittest realm of magical beasts, strength is the symbol of honor, and the status of the creature is exceedingly low, even among the wolf clan that provides it protection. I usually do not pay enough attention to my kin, and I was unaware that one of the magical creatures had already attained the ability to become human. Upon witnessing its transformation, a sudden and intense desire surged within me, even overpowering the trauma from my father's recent tragic death.

The demon slowly moved his palm, and my wound was healing at a visibly rapid pace. It seemed that treating such injuries was quite easy for him, and while he was healing me, he seized this rare opportunity to flatter me profusely. I knew that the demon clan had always been like this, as they had lived under the mercy of others since birth and had become accustomed to it.

It is not that it has injured its limbs, but rather that it is born with extremely short forelimbs, causing it to stumble forward when it runs, as if it is about to fall. This is because it is not a wolf; in fact, it is a jackal.

I, in my great mercy, commanded the battle wolves, who were preparing to tear apart the beautiful fox girl and her family for dinner, to release them. ... Fragrance is meant to be cherished, jade is meant to be appreciated, flowers are meant to be gathered, and beautiful girls are meant to be made to feel pain. ... Thus, I, having merged with beings from another world, arrived at such a chaotic conclusion

"Your Majesty, your physique is as robust as that of the late king, and your wisdom is truly unparalleled. Your strategy in slaying the two-horned brown bull is indeed commendable." This ninth-tier beast of the Beiz tribe wore a fawning smile, bowing and flattering, its previous ethereal demeanor completely vanished. Yet, its appearance remained strikingly extraordinary, creating a stark contrast with its displayed expressions and tone of speech. The beast relied on its magic core to emit magical power, thus it did not require incantations. It placed its hand on my wound, and a faint white light emanated from its palm, instantly filling the injured area with a warm sensation.

How could I bear to mar such a captivating young girl? I threatened my subordinates in the harshest tone, warning that anyone who dared to harm her would have their head twisted off for me to use as a means of cleaning myself; I am a wolf who values personal hygiene. Then, in the gentlest voice, I assured her that she could leave safely, and no ferocious wolf would dare to harm her again

Mobei accompanied by a smile said: "Your Majesty, the previous king was injured by the horns of a double-horned brown bull, which contained powerful magical destructive force. I need a long time to heal, but at that moment you were in danger, and the previous king had to go into battle immediately." Hearing this, I felt a wave of melancholy in my heart, and then I thought of the question that made my heart race. I steadied myself and slowly asked, "Why did you transform into human form?" Mobei panicked and hurriedly replied, "Do you not like it? My King, once the healing is complete, I will return to my original form. I do this to maximize my healing abilities; I transform into human form simply because in this physical state I can exert my healing magic to the fullest. This is also the reason why high-level magical beasts ultimately transform into human forms." "Is that so?" I fixed my bright gaze on it: "Do you have a way to turn me into such a form?" Mobei exclaimed in surprise: "Why? My King, look how handsome you are now, with your blue fur, handsome physique, and majestic kingly demeanor. Every male wolf submits to you, and every female wolf is captivated by you and admires you..." Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine. I did not know why, but in the past, I would run out alone in the middle of the night to gaze at the moon, such independence was perhaps to attract the attention of the beautiful female wolves in my clan. However, now hearing it tell me how many female wolves were captivated by me, I felt a genuine fear.

More than a yard away, over ten large blue wolves submissively lowered their heads and tucked their tails, listening to my lecture. Even if they did not understand, they would never question it; in the wolves' code of life, the leader is always right. Not far away, the herd of brown cattle with two horns, having lost their leader, was being attacked frantically by the pack of wolves, and defeat was inevitable. "The pack tactics are the most primitive and sharpest offensive weapon of the wolves. What is there to duel?" Not far away, the herd of brown cattle with two horns, having lost their leader, was being attacked frantically by the pack of wolves, and defeat was inevitable. "The pack tactics are the most primitive and sharpest offensive weapon of the wolves. What is there to duel? The wolf should embody both wisdom and courage! As wolves, there is no need for individual heroism; wolves must possess the strongest team spirit, fighting with both bravery and strategy, and never giving up..." "Your Majesty, you are injured and need immediate treatment," a high-ranking magic wolf, who had been sprayed with my saliva, reported to me in a low voice. It was then that I came to my senses from the excitement of battle and noticed that my hip had been torn open by a giant bull's kick. The wolf pack parted, and in the center of the pack, dozens of pure white wolves were crouching, with a white wolf limping towards me.

My reputation has risen to prominence on the Warcraft plains, and I do not know how many beasts tremble at the sound of my name, including the fierce scorpion lions, saber-toothed tigers, and forest magic bears. They possess formidable individual strength, even greater than mine, yet their reproductive capacity as a species is too weak. Now, when faced with a shameless wolf king who never accepts challenges, they have no choice but to bow in submission.