The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

After giving the coffins of martyrs to their families, the kingdom celebrated for a whole night and almost everyone drank till they collapsed.

A servant ran towards the royal palace, panting in sweat, he reached. "Your majesties! your majesties!"

The royal family was there as if they were waiting for the guard.

"Yes, I am here, what's the news?" Asked Mirza.

"Your Highness, Supernova Aqsa Malani saw a martial master from Brownmane Empire floating around the stronghold city of Tyrre," the servant said.

"As expected, anything else." He asked

"No, your highness. That was all." He said and at the same moment, another servant came. "Your highness, Supernova Hubdar Sharpclaw has seen movements from Brownmane at the border of newly reclaimed Drizzle city"

Mirza smiled. "Do not pay them any attention, they can not attack us now."

When everyone else came back, Supernovas and Imperial Guards went to complete a task. A simple yet crucial task, they went and raised the flag of the Bloodfang kingdom in every city that has been conquered.

The news of Bloodfang's victory scattered around the continent, there was a reason behind it.

Brownmane's royal family had taken an oath to not attack the Bloodfang's territory for a certain period of time. The flag represents the sovereignty, and if they had delayed a bit more, Brownmane would have claimed those cities. But with the declaration of successful conquest, they could do nothing but grit their teeth to hide their ignorance.

<Brownmane Empire, Capital city Canine>

A man calmly sat on a throne of gold and jewels, the throne was unique in structure, and multiple heads of different beastmen were engraved in it. As if the throne was speaking that all these races whose heads you saw belong to the man of this throne.

"So, you are saying Bloodfang conquered 8 cities in a few days? And you couldn't respond in meantime?" A tyrannic voice came out of the mouth of the emperor on the throne. He was Bruce Brownmane, Emperor of the Brownmane Empire.

The man in front of him shivered, "I'm ashamed... please, punish me. Your greatness."

"Hahaha," Emperor laughed.

The man who was in attendance flinched.

"Interesting, very interesting. The defeated werewolf has regrown his fangs." Bruce smirked and continued. "Let us see how far you can climb, my dear friend Mirza, hahaha" the laughter echoed in the palace.

<Bloodfang Kingdom, Red Sky city>

The following days were a hassle, unification of all races under the banner of Bloodfang was not simple, Mirza gave orders to cleave the heads of royal family members in public.

Each supernova was sent to a different city to settle the matters.

And then, with the help of surviving members of the coalition army. Mirza was able to calm the population by a large margin, no one was humiliated nor their properties were confiscated. A positive attitude started to build in the hearts of people.

In the royal castle, an individual was brought before the king, and Feroza and Ezra sat on each side of Mirza Zephyr.

That individual was Fomeid, his face was slightly swollen, and even after many days, he couldn't recover the facial features he had before he fought Feroza.

"Bearman Fomeid, you want to join Bloodfang?" Asked the King.

The bearman lowered his head and said in a light tone. "Yes, your highness."

Mirza furrowed his eyebrows "And why would we believe your words? You just betrayed Tribbain kingdom over your life, you can do the same to Bloodfang in dire times of danger."

"Your highness, I acted as a mercenary during the fight, I never accepted Meulo as my liege. He promised me a dutchy and we collaborated, that was all." Fomeid answered.

"Let's make this quick, take an oath that you will be a loyal subject of the Zephyr family and Bloodfang Kingdom. You will prioritize Bloodfang over your life and everything, either this or you can have your head executed." This time, Ezra spoke.

Fomeid had already made up his mind, "I, Fomeid, the bastard of the bearman tribe, take the oath that I shall remain a loyal subject of the Bloodfang Kingdom and its Royal Family, their longevity will be the sole cause of my life."

~CRAACCLLE - CRAACCKLE~

The thunderclaps showed that the oath was genuine and accepted.

An oath is a big matter, it is approved by an unknown force of nature, present to balance the equilibrium. If anyone breaks an oath, he or she will be struck by heavenly bolts until they die.

"Very well, you are now an important asset of our kingdom." Mirza declared and Feroza smiled.

Fomeid bowed and said, "Thank you, your highness."

"You said, you are a bastard? How come beastman became a bastard!" Asked curious Ezra.

Fomeid looked at the youth with defeated eyes. "I was born and raised in the empire of elves, Elfpatria. Because of the blessings of Mother Tree, I received a 5th-grade spirit at birth and fast growth.

But being a beastman, I was not accepted in their society. Leaving me no choice other than going somewhere else, that's how I met Meulo Jomes of Tribbain."

Ezra's eyebrows twitched, "What is Mother Tree?" He asked in curiosity.

"The young prince is unaware?" Asked Fomeid in astonishment.

"No, never heard or read about it." He replied.

"It's because it's forbidden to have records regarding the Mother Tree of elves. It's their sacred treasure, that's what I know." Feroza replied, the Canine Fists wandered in vast lands for duels and good opponents, as of worldly information outside the Bloodfang, no one could defeat Feroza in the entire Bloodfang.

"Hmm"

"It is an imitation formed from the fragment of World Tree, Yggdrasil," Fenrir responded to Ezra's ponder.

"Yggdrasil? What is that Fenrir?"

Fenrir spoke again in detail. "Yggdrasil is the mythical ash tree that supported the Nine Realms of Norse, giving structure to the cosmos. It was the source of ultimate wisdom, where the god Odin sacrificed mightily to gain knowledge and power."

Ezra raised his eyebrows in awe and said. "I do not understand what you said, but for some reason, I get a gist of it."

Feroza spoke again, "Elves are the species who received highest grades of martial spirits than any other, because of the Mother Tree their growth receives a boost, the thick and wide forest created by the tree is filled with rich energy, highly suitable for cultivation and meditation, the ingredients found from the elven jungle are top notch as well."

"Haha..." Fenrir laughed.

"What now?" Ezra retorted.

"That tree doesn't have the 100th power of Yggdrasil, let alone world tree, it can not even be compared to the fragments."

"Not even 100th of original, just what is Yggdrasil?" The prince's curiosity reached new heights.

"Something you can not comprehend right now. I might have the seed of a fragment." Said Fenrir.

"What!" Ezra shouted.

"Mirza and Feroza gazed at the strange prince. "Is everything okay, grandson?" Asked the former king.

"Yes, grandfather. I am just feeling a little off, you guys continue, I will be in my chambers." Ezra said as he left the room.

"Can we grow a fragment of Yggdrasil in Bloodfang? Tell me Fenrir?"

"Yes, but you need a gigantic area, bigger than the Red Sky city."

Ezra's eyes widened, "An area bigger than the capital city?" He pondered.

"I have a place in mind," Fenrir said and waited for Ezra's reaction as he smiled.

"You have! Where is that place, let's leave now."

"Somewhere in the middle of Sacred Grounds and Red Sky city."

Ezra understood and nodded, Sacred Grounds of werewolves are on the western side, almost at the edge of the Ocean. Because of the barren land, no one wanted to live there thus hundreds of miles of wasted land are present.

Ezra asked. "But, the land is devastated. No crop of plant has ever been able to grow there, except for the surrounding sacred grounds."

"That's not an issue, a fragment only needs the land and a little bit of water and a strong energy that the fragment recognizes as something omnipotent." Fenrir corrected.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go and grow that shit."

"Close your stinky mouth, you dimwitted mutt. If we grow now then all who are at the peak of the Qi Establishment stage will breakthrough into the next stage."

"That won't do good, we need to join a sect. And I will only bring those with 5th-grade martial spirits, others will be dead weights to carry." Ezra said.

"That's a wise decision. You proved that you have a working brain as well." The monstrous wolf of Norse trolled.

~KNOCK KNOCK~

A sudden knocking on the door of Ezra's chambers, but the prince was aware of who was on the other side.

He opened the doors with a bright smile. "Father."

The father smiled back at the son. "I was a little worried, you see. You left in a haste, that was unlike you so I came to check just in case."

"Thank you father, you can rest assured, your son is big and strong now." Ezra laughed.

Mirza dishevelled the hairs of Ezra. "No matter how strong you'll become, you will always be my precious little son," said he.

Ezra grinned again, he looked at the face of his father, the old weary face of his father was gone but there was a certain long scar that never left.

"Does that still hurt, father?" Asked Ezra as he touched the scar on Mirza's face.

"Huh... no!" Mirza was shocked as well, this scar always tormented him. Both physically and mentally, but for a long time, he never felt anything from it that he almost forgot he had a nasty scar.