great-warnovel Chapter 275 The Land Where Werewolves Rise
Chapter 275 The Land Where Werewolves Rise
Chapter 275 The Land Where Werewolves Rise
The Forbidden Forest harbors ill will towards all unauthorized intruders.
But it's just a forest; anyone strong enough can freely come and go within it.
Snape is now in a clearing in the woods, where the trees have been felled, the rocks removed, and the ground leveled to prepare for his potion-making.
After Hogwarts cleared the surrounding area of radiation, Greyback's army stormed into the Forbidden Forest, the only place nearby that could serve as cover.
The ferocious carnivorous plants and man-eating trolls did cause them some trouble, but only a little. With the equally ferocious and bloodthirsty werewolves coming one after another, they could only flee with their tails between their legs, and the plants became experimental materials in Snape's cauldron.
The sound of chewing could be heard intermittently in the woods, and shadows moved among the trees.
But Snape didn't care at all, still focused on mixing the potion in the space he had reserved for himself. In the cauldron in front of him, something was bubbling away. If Hermione were here, she would be able to tell at a glance that this was a modified version of Wolfsbane Potion. Clearly, Greyback didn't just need brainless werewolves.
The sound of crunching dry branches came from behind him. Snape was distracted and threw in more of the materials he was about to add. As a result, the cauldron immediately began to expand in an unsightly way, and some black, fluffy substances began to spread outwards.
"Damn it!" He immediately waved his wand in his other hand, eliminating everything in the cauldron.
"Even the renowned Potions Master can fail," came Greyback's mocking sarcasm from behind.
But Snape maintained his frown: "The magic here is too chaotic. I can go outside the Forbidden Forest and brew potions myself."
Greyback shook his head: "That won't do. If we are exposed prematurely because of you, it will be a huge loss."
Snape took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "Then you'd better be careful these days. The Potter women's improved wolfsbane potion isn't so easy to brew."
"And what brings you to bother me?"
Although the Green Flame Party and the Werewolf Court had reached an agreement, Snape had been trying to avoid communicating with these brainless idiots these days, leaving everything to his Green Flame Party subordinates.
"My children have been wounded by centaurs' arrows, and the poison and curses on them are very stubborn." With a potions master present, he didn't need to let his men suffer the damage; of course, he came to Snape for an antidote.
The greasy-haired man frowned: "Bring the injured to me, but I can't give you an answer in the short term. The centaurs' curses are very complex, and the poison they use comes from the Forbidden Forest and has different degrees of mutation. I need time to study it."
Graybury nodded; that was to be expected.
"What, did you fail to persuade the centaurs to unite?" Snape asked, unusually so.
After a brief but successful alliance with the Pied Piper of Malfoyburg, Greyback considered taking the opportunity to also form an alliance with the centaurs...
The merfolk formed an alliance, but the werewolves are not good at going into the water, and progress there is too slow; they don't know how things are going yet.
"Those four-legged, fleshy creatures are completely incapable of communicating!" Graybury frowned.
"They hate all outsiders, and will draw their bows and shoot arrows at anyone they see. Even if they are captured alive, they will choose to resist to the end and have no desire to communicate."
Snape sneered: "So what does our esteemed werewolf king intend to do? Raze this forest to the ground?"
Leading thousands of elite werewolves across Europe, through the territory of the Somiists, and across the strait to get here, there could not have been no losses along the way, but the vengeful Grayback did not think it was a bad deal.
"The werewolf royal court needs to establish its prestige." He seemed to have a deep sense of foresight.
"Over the years, I have read many Muggle books and learned about the history of the rise of many civilizations and races."
"I realized that for a completely new race to have a place in the world, fear and spreading curses alone are far from enough."
Snape looked at this former criminal, whom he had always looked down upon, with some surprise.
"We need not only a stable way of continuing our existence, but also a wealthy and secure base, and a victory that will shake the world, so that we are feared but not attacked by all sides."
He crossed his arms and looked at the forest: "The Forbidden Forest, the twisted woods rich in magic. Coming here, I realized that revenge against Hogwarts was merely a beacon guiding me forward. That was indeed important, but even more important is this unclaimed yet bountiful Darkwood!"
"Abundant food, complex terrain, suitable for werewolves' fighting style, and hostile towards outsiders—"
Once the werewolves adapt to the forest, they will become the most terrifying hunters there. No matter how big the monsters are, whether they are man-eating giants, five-legged monsters or vampires, none of them can stand up to the werewolves. And any outsiders who dare to enter the forest to fight will be eliminated one by one by the hunters lurking in the darkness!
"I have sent royal messengers out to gather all my sons and tribes who are out hunting."
"Once we breach Hogwarts, the werewolf court will no longer need to migrate!" he imagined with considerable excitement.
"We will merge into this forest, becoming its dark inhabitants! We will enslave the monsters, raising centaurs for food! Eventually, werewolves will roam all of England! And this will be our holy city, the place where the werewolves rise to power!"
"Don't forget, this forest is filled with twisted magic, and you will become twisted just as well if you stay here," Snape said abruptly in a deep voice.
"Isn't the werewolf curse twisted enough?" Graybury smiled.
"Or do you think I care about distortion? We've been distorted for ages! This damn, fucking world!"
He cursed under his breath, and his saliva contained traces of blood, so it was unclear what he had just eaten.
Snape dropped the subject: "The blueprint is wonderful, but let's wait until we conquer Hogwarts first."
Greyback laughed, "I've already ordered the kids to drive those monsters and mutated beasts toward Hogwarts. They'll be cannon fodder, testing the castle's defenses for us first."
"When will the real attack begin?" Snape asked.
"The undead controlled by our people are also quite unruly. After all, they are naturally formed, and dark magic has relatively weak control over them."
If you don't want to see werewolves and corpses fighting, it's best to split up your attacks.
"Don't worry, we don't have a fondness for dried ham."
Greyback pondered for a moment: "As for the formal attack, let the monsters test the waters first. We'll have to wait for the mermaids."
At least let's not let them cause us trouble in the water.
Hogwarts is isolated on the water, and the werewolves must wade through the water to attack.
"Also, keep an eye on that Pied Piper, don't let him get away with it in the end."