great-warnovel Chapter 209 Sacrifice and Feast
Chapter 209 Sacrifice and Feast
Chapter 209 Sacrifice and Feast
They hadn't flown far when, guided by Maria, they soon arrived at a shoreline.
On the protruding sea cliffs, you can clearly see the lit torches and the dark shadows swaying around them.
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A wolf howled, and at that distance, even Hermione could hear it.
Immediately following was a continuous stream of echoing howls.
Maria tightened her grip on Hermione's arms, and instinctively, she wanted to scream too, but the power of her faith made her restrain herself.
"Looks like this is the place. Let's go down and take a look." Hermione remained calm and then used another skill to make the two of them disappear.
They descended slowly, landing on the heads of the werewolves. Because of the constant strong winds on the sea cliffs, the scent was quickly carried away by the air, and none of the werewolves noticed anything unusual.
Only when they got closer, in the flickering light of the torches, could they see what the werewolves were doing.
About a dozen werewolves were gathered together, frantically tearing at several corpses. They seemed to have a clear hierarchy. In a situation where there were more wolves than meat, some of the higher-ranking werewolves could enjoy the best flesh and blood in the innermost circle, while those of lower rank could only stand on the edge, licking the blood on the ground or snatching the entrails and bones that were thrown out.
Beyond these werewolves, at the highest point of the sea cliff, a gigantic werewolf, so fat that it was almost unrecognizable as a wolf, sat on a throne made of stones, slowly savoring the body of a young woman with one hand.
Perhaps his craving for human flesh and blood had been satisfied, for he appeared quite rational, surveying the werewolves below with a ferocious smile.
At his feet knelt a man trembling with fear. Hermione could sense that he was a Muggle, someone who didn't know magic.
"You kept your promise, exchanging ten people from your settlement for the chance to become werewolves," said the enormous werewolf.
He bent over, his thick belly bulging as if it were about to explode, and his enormous wolf head approached the Muggle human at his feet, his foul-smelling mouth opening wide to reveal a creepy smile.
"I am Hogger the Hoarder, the second son of Fenrir Greyback, the Werewolf King, the noble Prince of Plenty."
I will keep my promise and grant you the opportunity to join my people.
The Muggle man prostrated himself on the ground with delight, saying, "Great Prince Hogg, thank you for your generosity! I will certainly become your loyal servant—"
But before he could finish speaking, Hogg interrupted him.
It chuckled maliciously, "However, becoming a werewolf is not an easy thing. You have to prove your courage and your strength."
The man looked up in surprise: "But—didn't I already offer up ten men to lure them out..."
"No! That's just your ticket to the trial." Hogg lifted the man up with his blood-stained claws and, with a gentle effort, threw him into the pile of werewolves' feeding carcasses.
"Now, survive among these hungry brethren. If you can guarantee you'll only be bitten and not eaten, then you can join us and become my servant, the hoarder Hogg." He chuckled.
The werewolves, who were feeding, looked at the man who suddenly rolled into the pile of houses and revealed bloodthirsty smiles.
In fact, they were already half full, their brutal desires satisfied, but their masters' perverse tastes...
How could we let them down?
The man tried to get up in terror, but the slippery, blood-soaked ground caused him to fall to the ground again.
The werewolves surrounded him, examining every piece of his flesh, seemingly pondering where to begin their feast.
Hermione and Maria floated in the air, covering their mouths and noses in disgust as the stench was carried up by the wind.
Besides them, there were also four blood-cursed beastmen who had transformed into animal forms around this chaotic scene.
Deer, water snakes, and mice—their eyes gleamed with intelligence, but they remained quietly outside the torchlight, watching everything with indifferent eyes.
Although the werewolves received blood during this full moon, which meant they didn't have to transform into animal form to calm their frenzy, if they remained in human form, these werewolves might get carried away with the food and eat them as well. In fact, being in animal form would greatly increase their safety.
"Ah!" A scream rang out as the man in the werewolf pack was bitten for the first time.
"Very good, from this moment on, you are a werewolf." Hogg the hoarder patted his big belly and laughed heartily.
"I kept my promise."
"But be careful, don't get bitten too many times, or you might bleed to death before you can transform." It tore off an arm from the creature in its hand and chewed it with relish.
The Muggle man among the werewolves, perhaps fueled by an immense surge of survival instinct, managed to break free from the encirclement of those terrifying beasts.
But now, he was missing an arm, a large chunk of flesh had been torn from his left leg, and his face was covered in blood.
Struggling, it crawled toward Hogg.
"You promised! You promised!"
The werewolf curse seeped into his wound, giving his blood an ominous, foul stench.
"Oh, that won't do. Without a hand, even if you become a werewolf, you'll only be a cripple. My clan doesn't need useless people." Hogg frowned.
The next moment, the man was dragged back by the werewolves and fell silent completely amidst a horrifying sound of bones breaking.
In mid-air, Maria's body trembled slightly, but not from fear. Hermione saw a deep-seated hatred in her eyes. Perhaps her father had suffered the same torment. At this moment, she only wanted revenge, only wanted to use the werewolves and the power Hermione had given her to take revenge on these werewolves!
Without lingering there, she quietly flew away with the werewolf girl, searching for the werewolves' hiding places in the vicinity.
"That Hogger, and the three leaders of the werewolf pack, they're wizards," Hermione recalled the state of each werewolf.
Most of them are converted from Muggles who do not possess magic, which is probably how they differentiate classes, with wizards and werewolves clearly being the rulers.
"Ordinary werewolves aren't too much of a threat, the real problem is wizard werewolves. I don't know how much magical education they've received, and it's hard to judge their magical level in their werewolf form," she thought to herself.
"But that so-called Prince of Satisfaction, he's too big, which is obviously abnormal. Perhaps it's some kind of mutated magic. He should be the most threatening one." She had already planned to kill this Hogger first, and then hand the rest over to the other children.