The Wolf’s Bride



Darleen Pass stood majestic and magnificent, stretching for hundreds of miles and safeguarding the thousand autumnns of Florence, evergreen through the ages.

Even if there were ambushes threatening it from all sides, in the end, cheers of victory and celebration would still prevail.

At this moment, outside the pass, the Yenico anmmy was stationed here. They were densely packed like rain covering the mountains and plains, spanning as far as the eye could see.

They almost encased Darleen Pass like an iron bucket, leaving no gaps.

It instilled fear and brought despair.

Such a situation had continued for many days. They merely surrounded the place without attack, undoubtedly bringing immense pressure to Florence.

Florence had to be vigilant every moment and guard against sudden attacks. Otherwise, they would not even know how they died.

After enduring several days of siege, today brought a turning point.

In the center of the Yenico army were two main camps. One belonged to the Grand Marshal, Siegfried, while the other belonged to the leader of the Poison Alliance.

At that moment, the leader of the Poison Alliance was sitting at a table. The person's stature was very small, especially her slender and graceful constantly tapping on the table. It was obviously a woman.

However, she wore a mask that only revealed her eyes, making it impossible to see her appearance clearly

From the rhythm of her finger tapping, it was evident that she was not calm.

There were also many elders sitting around the main camp. Some of them looked fierce, some looked kind, and some had ruddy complexions.

It was clear that they were all formidable figures. The fact that they were able to accompany the leader of the Poison Alliance indicated their high status and authority.

At that moment, a sentry rushed in hurriedly.

"Ma'am, a mysterious person sent you this."

The leader of the Poison Alliance immediately took the envelope and opened it quickly.

Only one sentence was written: "Dear Lady Clarissa, as long as the Yenico Poison Alliance can eradicate the Ancient Martial Alliance of Florence, I can promise anything you want."

As for the signature...

It was from the person that Andrius feared, the Progenitor Emperor, Arthur.

"What do you all think of this?" Clarissa showed the letter to everyone present.

"Arthur has been alive for hundreds of years and seemingly faded away from Florence's

secular world, but he actually manipulated everything in secret. His depth of scheming and his calculations must be guarded against.

"I think that this person is very cunning. It's best not to cooperate with him. Once we destroy Florence on our own, we'll get all kinds of benefits."

The one who had spoken was an elderly man next to Clarissa who was full of vigor. He was one of the senior elders of the Poison Alliance.

"Your words are not unfounded. Arthur has been manipulating the scenes in Florence for many years. He's undoubtedly not a simple person," Clarissa echoed, then changed the topic. "However, I'm on the brink of being unable to suppress the severe poison in my body. If it's not resolved in time, I definitely won't last a year. Arthur is undoubtedly an option for me."

With that statement, everyone present fell silent.

They all knew Clarissa's situation. She was born with a disastrous poisonous body.

Although that kind of poisonous physique allowed her to reach unprecedented heights in the field of poison and gave her considerable strength, the poison was always present in her body.

Once the toxins accumulate to a certain level, it would cause a major outbreak. If she could not hold on, she would die on the spot.

At the point of death, pus would ooze from her orifices, her limbs would stiffen, and her internal organs would fail...

it could be said to be extremely gruesome.

Clarissa had searched all over Yenico but could not find an effective solution, so she turned her sights to Florence.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.