Free Web NovelChapter 352: Chapter 345: All Are the Upper Echelons of the Vampire Clan
Within the ancient and mysterious manor, the garden was like nature’s most meticulously carved masterpiece,
slowly unveiling its incomparable beauty on a night bathed in silken moonlight.
All manner of strange and wondrous flora, from the exceptionally rare blue lotus to the legendary tuberose,
vied to unfurl to their fullest under the nourishment of the silvery glow,
releasing a fragrance woven from sweetness and a deep mystique,
swirling gently through the air like ancient Magic.
A breeze whispered past, causing the petals to sway gently in its wake,
which not only added a pulse of life to the tranquil night,
but also seemed to be whispering unknown and mysterious secrets.
Into this dreamlike scenery, a group of Vampires silently descended.
They were clad in ornate, luxurious Victorian attire, every inch of fabric radiating an air of nobility and distinction,
as if they were nobles of the night who had stepped through time itself.
Their steps were light and silent, their every move exuding an otherworldly grace and mystery.
Should any ordinary person witness this scene,
they would surely faint on the spot, terrified to their core by an aura woven from both uncanny beauty and horror.
The Vampires’ arrival was like an invisible command,
plunging the entire manor into an unprecedented silence.
Even the insects, usually unbridled in their cheerful chirping, fell abruptly silent,
sensing the pressure of some unknown power and cowering in corners, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the manor, deep within the distant and dark mountain forest,
faint shadows began to flicker in and out of view under the cover of night.
As a gust of crisp wind scattered the clouds shrouding the mountaintop,
the cold moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall, revealing the true forms of those shadows.
They were a pack of colossal wolves, immense in size and moving with an eerie grace.
These wolves moved with exceptional speed, each step precise and flawless,
yet they made almost no sound, weaving through the forest like phantoms.
Their immense size was staggering. The smallest among them were five to six meters long,
while the largest individual surpassed ten meters, like a prehistoric beast reborn.
The wolves’ fur shimmered with a metallic luster under the moonlight,
each strand like a carefully polished blade covering their powerful muscles,
forming a natural coat of armor that was both beautiful and fearsome.
Their eyes were a profound silver, as cold as frost, cutting straight through the mist
to lock onto the manor shrouded in its mysterious aura.
The manor was brilliantly lit, its splendid architecture appearing all the more extravagant in the night’s darkness,
unaware that it had become the prey of these uninvited guests.
The sheer number of wolves was staggering.
As far as the eye could see, the entire forest was submerged in a dense, silvery sea.
They waited in silence, without the slightest clamor. Only the occasional low pant could be heard,
sounding exceptionally clear in the still night and adding a sense of oppression and unease to the scene.
"Is everyone accounted for?"
The wolf at the very front opened its gaping, blood-red maw, yet spoke in a human tongue.
A pack of much smaller wolves soon emerged from a hidden patch of grass.
They were called wolves, but without a close look, one might mistake them for silver foxes.
One such wolf emerged
and came before the leader of the pack,
replying, "I saw with my own eyes Xiao Cangqing, the current master of the Vampire Clan, go inside.
Furthermore, all the Clan Leaders from the Vampire Clan’s major Clans have arrived.
I saw many familiar faces as well, all of them high-ranking members of the Vampire Clan.
It seems the intelligence we obtained was correct."
As the small wolf delivered its report, its eyes glinted with cunning excitement and a hint of pride.
In the eyes of many,
the Werewolf Clan had always been seen as foolish and reckless, capable only of brutal, unrestrained slaughter.
However, as times changed, the Werewolf Clan had long since undergone a rapid transformation.
They began, much like the Vampire Clan,
to emulate and learn from human civilization and wisdom.
Each new generation of young Werewolves would be sent into human cities
to learn all there was to know about human culture and knowledge.
The Werewolf Clan had also begun to divide their labor and cooperate.
Take this batch of smaller-bodied wolves, for instance.
In the Werewolf Clan of old, they were the weak who could be abandoned at any time,
because their smaller size often meant they were weaker in a fight.
In battle, they often held the entire Werewolf Clan back.
But things were different now. Having learned from human wisdom and civilization, the Werewolf Clan had begun to think more strategically.
Every Werewolf had their own unique traits,
so the smaller-bodied Werewolves were put in charge of scouting and gathering intelligence.
"Lucian, you’ve done an excellent job on this mission.
You will continue to lead the intelligence-gathering team
and maintain a five-mile perimeter around these ugly bats’ manor.
If any Vampire Clan reinforcements or other forces approach,
sound the alarm to warn us immediately."
In the depths of the mountain forest, gently caressed by the moonlight,
the most striking figure of all was the Werewolf standing at the head of the pack.
His form was like a towering mountain—immense and powerful,
as if he were nature’s proudest masterpiece, the very essence of wildness and power given form.
His four powerful paws dug deep into the earth,
every inch of his muscles coiled with explosive power, ready to unleash an earth-shattering roar at a moment’s notice.
