The Wolf is Coming Ch. 112

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The battlefield that had just been cleaned was still a mess. Although no corpses could be seen, the scattered wands and crooked plants explained everything.

After cutting off the communication with Emma, Abraham looked up at the moon hanging in the sky.

Ah, it's almost full again.

The night wind was a little cool, bringing a familiar smell to Abraham. He sniffed a few times and said, "Since you have seen it, why are you hiding?"

"I thought you would think about how to clear yourself first." A tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness. It was Ulysses Wood, who had not been seen for a long time.

Ulysses looked at Abraham with his green eyes, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "For Wilvo and the wolf tribe, we have almost dispatched all our manpower. And you, as a pure-blooded werewolf, want to stop our actions?"

"That's what I did. What can you do?" Abraham kicked away a bloody wand at his feet, and his tone was calm. "Several Death Eaters died today, but I can't see any sadness on your face."

"Sad?" Ulysses looked like he had heard a big joke. "It's just a temporary alliance. What does the life and death of these wizards have to do with me?"

"Temporarily? No, the first batch of you taken out by the leader should have been marked with the Dark Mark." Abraham stared into Ulysses' eyes and pointed out the truth, "Even if they are already allies, their discrimination against werewolves has never been eliminated. You just don't want to be driven by wizards."

Clenching his fists, Ulysses admitted frankly, "Yes, I just don't want to. The ugly faces of wizards are disgusting. But this is the will of the leader, and I must obey!"

"What if the leader is wrong?" Abraham asked loudly.

As a werewolf who advocated force and respect for the strong, Ulysses immediately argued, "He is the strongest! How could it be possible..."

Abraham did not give him a chance to finish his words, and then shouted, "What if his decision cannot bring prosperity to the wolf tribe? What if his decision will cause the wolf tribe to suffer heavy losses? What if the Dark Lord is destined to fail? In this case... are you still willing to continue this so-called action?"

"Stop talking nonsense here!" Ulysses rushed over to beat Abraham as if he was stimulated.

Abraham dodged quickly.

Seeing that the first blow failed, Ulysses swung his fists one after another. His speed was very fast and his strength was also very strong. Although his fists never really landed on Abraham, every time he swung them over, the wind from his fists could make his skin feel hot and painful.

While dodging, Abraham tried to convince Ulysses to believe in himself. But Ulysses always liked to talk with his fists, and didn't want to listen to what he said in detail.

One person attacked, the other dodged. After more than ten minutes of this situation, Abraham finally lost his patience to continue persuading. He seized the opportunity and took Ulysses' fist. After using a clever force to remove the force of the fist, he quickly punched Ulysses' right eye.

*bam*

Ulysses didn't expect Abraham to be able to fight back successfully. He covered his right eye in pain and took a few steps back, pulling away from Abraham.

Abraham laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at Ulysses' embarrassed look with black eyes, or laughing at himself for the useless work he had just done. He wiped the burning spot on his face with the back of his hand, and hooked his finger at Ulysses very provocatively.

"Don't you always believe that the strong are respected? Come on, let's duel."

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