great-warnovel Chapter 241 Allies of Darkness
Chapter 241 Allies of Darkness
Chapter 241 Allies of Darkness
The pack of wolves moved swiftly over the hill, and one of the wolves, the leader, stood up and howled at the sky.
Soon, the same terrifying wolf howls echoed from several nearby hilltops.
In the deep, dark night, shadowy figures crawled swiftly, guided by the howls of wolves, moving rapidly in one direction.
That was the forest of Albania, a dead land burning with green fire, but the Death Eaters had been having a hard time lately.
The new recruits' repeated failures to seize supplies, coupled with Dumbledore's forceful arrival to humiliate them, resulted in significant losses of resources within the camp.
Even the Church of Bones was completely demolished, which enraged their master. No one dared to cross Voldemort, not even his most favored Bellatrix, who wisely chose to keep her tail between her legs.
The pack of wolves sped towards the forest, but instead of charging in, they abruptly stopped outside the woodland.
They moved in unison, displaying exceptional discipline, and remained stationed outside the forest like an army.
From the pack, a noticeably thinner wolf emerged from the formation, sniffing the ground repeatedly and making excited noises. It circled around like a dog, wagging its tail.
But by the light from the green fires in the forest, it was clear that these wolves were not just wild beasts, but werewolves crawling forward!
The low growls echoed among the wolves, quickly reaching the heart of the pack.
From the forest, groups of Greenflame Party members, draped in tattered black robes and carrying green torches, slowly emerged. They warily eyed the werewolves outside, the tips of their wands peeking out from beneath their robes gleaming with a dangerous light.
"Greyborough's Wolf Army? Are you going to war with the Green Flame Party?" Bellatrix stood at the front of the group, her body shrouded in dangerous black smoke, and grinned maliciously.
Suddenly, countless pairs of emerald green wolf eyes lit up in the darkness. There were probably hundreds of werewolves in the eerie area. They were quietly surrounding the darkness outside the forest. If it weren't for the firelight illuminating their eyes, these Green Flame Gang members wouldn't have been able to spot them at first!
A creaking sound of wheels came from among the wolf pack, and then the emerald green eyes parted to reveal a steel chariot decorated with skulls, slowly approaching, pulled by eight burly, fierce men wearing collars.
Against the backdrop of the eerie green firelight, the chariot appeared particularly ferocious. Its front end was made of steel plates salvaged from Muggle tanks and trucks, with three withered heads still attached to their hair tied together on either side of the front. The wheels, taller than a person, were inlaid with spikes made from animal teeth, and the scarlet bloodstains testified to the chariot's numerous sins.
The eight werewolves pulling the cart all looked like Muggle ruthless men, but perhaps they were already strong and powerful before the transformation. Later, they were fed special drugs, which almost caused them to lose their intelligence, but instead, their size increased greatly, turning them into ferocious beasts.
On the chariot, a burly figure led the servants with reins. He was the only werewolf who hadn't transformed, but even in human form, he had strong beastly features. Long wolf fur stretched from his chest to his face, and sharp canine teeth protruded. He didn't look human at all.
Behind the chariot was a huge iron cage-like carriage, inside which were about twenty listless Blood Curse Orcs, many of whom were pregnant, staring blankly at the outside world.
"Greyborough? What brings the esteemed werewolf king here?" Bella teased with a laugh, showing absolutely no respect.
The werewolf on the chariot glanced at her: "Voldemort can't even discipline his subordinates? You dare to speak to me?"
The werewolves around them were itching to attack, and Bella's Green Flame Party also raised their wands, but they were clearly outnumbered and had no fortifications to rely on, so they couldn't help but back down. Bella glared angrily at the useless people around her, preparing to teach them a lesson when they got back.
"Where is your master? Let him come out and speak."
Bella sneered, preparing to launch a sneak attack and teach this Greyback a lesson. She had looked down on this beast ever since.
But before she could raise her wand, a puff of green smoke exploded around her, and Voldemort pressed down on her arm.
He looked up at the werewolf king.
"You're riding high, Greyback," Voldemort said, looking at the newcomer with his crimson snake eyes.
"But you don't actually think you can provoke me by bringing along these chickens and dogs, do you?"
Voldemort once tried to recruit this ambitious werewolf as a useful henchman and cannon fodder, but it was clear that the benefits he offered could not satisfy Fenrir's appetite in the apocalypse. The werewolf seized the opportunity to spread the curse and, over the decades, successfully grew into one of the scourges that ravaged the continent.
Now, Greyback, who has proclaimed himself the werewolf king, dares to bring his army to his doorstep to show off his power.
While the power of a werewolf pack could terrify ordinary wizards, it did not instill any fear in Voldemort. Just as no number of Death Eaters posed a threat to Dumbledore, no number of werewolves were merely pieces of flesh under the Killing Curse's lightning chain to Voldemort. As for Greyback himself, although he may have made considerable progress over the years, he was still far from reaching Voldemort's level.
"What has made you so arrogant that you dare to call yourself king before the embodiment of death?"
A dark green wind blew out from the forest, as if death itself were about to take their souls away.
The werewolves, with their keen senses, felt their hair stand on end instantly. Their animalistic instincts were constantly warning them, as if if they didn't run away, they would be taken directly to their deaths.
The eight werewolves pulling the cart let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground, trembling. No matter how much Graybury pulled on the reins, the barbed collars dug into their necks, they couldn't get them up.
"What a bunch of useless trash!" the werewolf king cursed, but he himself was no better off. Although he barely withstood Voldemort's terrifying aura, the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his rapidly beating heart betrayed him.
"I'm not here to declare war, Voldemort," he said calmly, suppressing his breathing.
"Then come down here and talk!" Voldemort was not one to mince words. With his cold shout, his voice, as resounding as a bell, made everyone's ears ring.
Graybury's face was throbbing with veins, but his strength was inferior to others, which was an indisputable fact. He tried his best to straighten his back and get off the chariot without losing face, and stood in the place where the skinny werewolf Ohwen had been before.
"My most beloved son died just two weeks ago on a sea cliff in Devon, England." The werewolf king dared not get too close to Voldemort, lest he give him no chance to dodge the Killing Curse. The two looked at each other and shouted.
"This wolf smelled the terrible stench of blood and came to me to deliver the message in exchange for a reward." He pointed to the thin werewolf lying obediently at his feet.
"You don't actually think it was my men who did it, do you?" Voldemort squinted.
Greyback shook his head. "The killer is at Hogwarts, and just now, he smelled the same scent here." He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.
"The person who killed my child is from Hogwarts, and also came here a week ago."
Voldemort's face darkened; he immediately guessed who it was: "Dumbledore."
Graybury nodded: "We're on the same page."
"My children have told me about your battles this year; you seem to have suffered quite a bit." A hint of a smile finally appeared in his voice, and he regained some of the momentum that had been suppressed earlier.
"Aren't you thinking about revenge?" he asked loudly.
"The werewolf royal court will not swallow this insult!" The surrounding werewolves echoed with a loud shout.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow: "So, you're actually here to form an alliance?"
Both of them knew that neither the Green Flame Party nor the werewolf army alone could harm Hogwarts in the slightest; only by joining forces would they have a slight chance.
Greyback grinned maliciously. "You've probably heard that Hogwarts is heading north this year, back to the Scottish Highlands."
The two exchanged a glance.
"There are quite a few threats along the way."
This suggestion appealed to Voldemort, and he began to seriously consider it. However, because he was at a crucial moment in his transformation, he could not personally participate in the revenge against Dumbledore.
"I can send your elite Death Eaters to join your army, but I will not come in person; I have more important matters to attend to."
Greyback was slightly disappointed. The most troublesome person at Hogwarts was Dumbledore. Apart from Voldemort and Grindelwald, no one in the world dared to say they could stop him.
However, the addition of a large number of Death Eaters is also a good thing, as his werewolf army lacks high-level wizards, and this can complement them perfectly.
"Fine, but it can't be this stupid woman." He pointed at Bella, which earned him a sharp retort with his wand.
"Women only cause trouble!" Graybury said dismissively.
"I remember you have a potions master under you, right? Severus Snape. How about lending him to me?" The werewolf king's eyes were full of calculation.
"He really knows how to take advantage," Voldemort laughed.