Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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"It's All-seeing Eyes." Drew held up the object high. "In order to steal this, our second brother lost his life."

Upon hearing this term, the old man's breathing quickened. Seeing Drew's trembling hands, he rushed forward, worried that Drew might drop the object, and tried to take it.

A hand faster than his own snatched the cylinder away.

Monka, holding the small object, found it hard to believe. "Is this the All-seeing Eyes?"

It was because of this unassuming little thing that so many of their villages had been destroyed by Erik.

He fiddled with it, unsure how to use it, and looked at Drew for help. Drew, however, was in the midst of hugging Draven, both of them crying for their fallen second brother.

"Stop crying," the old man said, pulling them up and patting their backs. "The dead can't come back. The court has destroyed so many of our villages. Many of our brothers are gone. What we need to do now is get revenge for them."

He thought, 'So what if we are temporarily oppressed? As long as we endure, eventually, we could drive Erik away. One day, we would recover, and we would retake Nevaton and seize Kellingtown.noveldrama

"You've done well this time. Your past mistakes can be erased. Bringing the All- seeing Eyes is a great achievement," the old man said with a kind smile. "And you've brought food. Tomorrow, let the young men from the tribe go hunting to celebrate your success."

Neither Monka nor the old man knew the origin of the All-seeing Eyes. They both imagined it to be a mysterious object, but neither could have known that there was more than one.

Monka believed he had found the greatest treasure in the world, so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, holding the object and studying it over and over.

The old man thought that with the court's army losing this tool, they would never easily track them again. He felt a weight lift from his chest and finally slept soundly.

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The next day, the village indeed held a feast.

All the important figures were present, all staring eagerly at the All-seeing Eyes that the great leader was clutching tightly, eager to touch or even just gaze at it.

Monka wasn't stingy. After three rounds of drinks, he waved his hand, allowing everyone to come and admire the treasure.

The vibe was lively, and no one noticed that one of Drew's group had slipped out and didn't return.

“Did I drink too much?" Someone rubbed their temples, resting their hand on their head, feeling their eyelids growing heavy. "I only had... three drinks."

Before they could finish, they collapsed onto the table.

The chatter around them grew quieter, and before long, people were sprawled drunkenly all over the place.

"What's happening?" Monka, truly tipsy now, held his wine glass, laughing in confusion. "You usually drink well, but why is everyone drunk before I am?"

The old man suddenly jumped up, his scalp tingling as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.

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"We need to go." He pushed Monka, hearing the sound of shouting and fighting outside, and immediately began running.

Monka, still confused, didn't realize what had happened until Drew and the others pinned him down.

It was an ambush. The Northern Army captured 3,000 barbarians and took Monka, the great leader, alive.

Erik personally led the team and successfully made it out of Misty Ridge, avoiding getting trapped in the mountains by miasma and similar terrain.

Back in Nevaton, the general entered the tent, preparing to remove his armor, when suddenly his body tensed.

He flicked his wrist, and his sword was unsheathed, pointing straight at the screen. "Who's there, sneaking around?"

The screen shattered with a loud crack, splitting open to reveal a beautiful face,

one that could occupy Erik's thoughts day and night.

The sword in his hand clanged as it fell to the ground.

Erik stood frozen, unable to believe his eyes. "Nyx? Am I dreaming?"

In the next instant, the person from her dream came alive, stepping over the dead body of the screen and walking toward him.

Nyx's eyes were smiling, her tone playful, as she circled the man, feigning fear while clutching her chest, "So fierce, General."

In her presence, Pale Wolf always appeared like an idiot, rarely showing such a sharp, cold side.

One day apart felt like years. After such a long separation, Nyx missed him terribly. Seeing any version of Pale Wolf made her happy. She tiptoed, stretched out her arms, and hugged him tightly, pressing herself against him.

Perhaps it was her nature, inclined to tease honest men.

The more anxious Erik became, the more reckless she got. Her eyes held a trace of autumn water, her voice deliberately soft and tender. "The general just won a great victory. Arlong sent me to serve you and to comfort you."

Even though a thick layer of armor separated them, the moment his body touched the warmth of her soft skin, Erik's muscles tensed, and his breathing became rough.

He struggled to grab Nyx's arm, pulling her away, his old stutter returning. "I'm dirty... I'm... so dirty."

Last night, he had led his troops to ambush near the barbarian village, covered in ash, grass, and dew, his body caked with mud. After the battle, it was inevitable that he had gotten bloodied.

Nyx was clean and fragrant, like a fairy, which made him feel ashamed of himself.

He turned and called Arlong outside the tent, instructing him to bring water.

"I'm here to help you undress, General." Nyx didn't mind his dirt; she was more concerned about him enduring the hardships of war and battles. Even though he pushed her away, she wasn't discouraged and pressed herself back to him, as if determined to comfort the general.

"I... I'll do it myself." Erik's face turned red, unable to handle the teasing anymore. After three months of traveling, other generals either brought their concubines or took in new recruits for company.

He wasn't interested in any of that. He only thought of Nyx. He thought he would have to wait a while longer to reunite with her in the capital, but she had come to find him.

"It's dangerous on the road. How did you come? Did Aurelius actually agree?" he asked.

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It wouldn't be long now before he returned. She should be waiting for him in Hilltop City.

“Because I missed you." Nyx threw the truth out there, straightforwardly.

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Seeing Erik's disapproving expression, she couldn't help but click her tongue and glance downward meaningfully. "Aren't you also wanting me?"

She wanted to personally bring Pale Wolf back home and, on the other hand, couldn't trust anyone else to escort the gunpowder, so she took matters into her own hands.

To get out of the house, she had to work hard to calm the little kitten at home, nearly going mad in the process.

The teenage Aurelius was extremely ruthless, while the hage Erik was much gentler.

Nyx mentally compared the two and acted more recklessly in front of the honest Pale Wolf.

Knowing he was about to bathe, she didn't shy away, staring at him with interest, then soaked the towel to gently rub his throat, which was constantly moving. "I'll help you clean up"

A droplet of water slid down Erik's muscular crevices, it was hard to tell whether it was water or sweat.

Nyx was so absorbed in playing that she didn't notice when her wrist was

suddenly gripped by a hot, large hand.

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