The Wolf Race had come to the Slade Sea Region to rendezvous with Olivia and then head to Pegel to stop the Vampires. The Vampires certainly wouldn’t wait around for them to interfere with the destruction of the temple, so Cynthia didn’t have much time to deal with Iman.

Almost the day after Iman and her subordinates were dealt with, Cynthia had to set off for Pegel with Olivia and Helen.

There wasn’t even time to organize a search for the Sethite wizards.

Although Iman had been dealt with, it didn’t mean the God Race was safe. On the contrary, the situation they faced would become increasingly dangerous.

However, the God Race had long been mentally prepared. From the moment they decided to confront the Vampires, they had been in a constant state of vigilance.

After witnessing the strength of the God Race, Helen also began to look forward to their growth. Knowing Cynthia was worried about a crisis befalling the God Race during her absence, she specifically had Joanna select several dozen werewolves to stay behind and guard the God Race’s territory.

A few dozen werewolves weren’t many, but it was a signal of friendship from the Wolf Race to the God Race.

Ever since Helen’s serious injuries failed to heal, coupled with the inconvenience of her eyes, almost all of the Wolf Race’s affairs, big and small, had been handed over to Joanna. As the vice clan leader, her ability and prestige were nearly on par with Helen’s.

Few in the Wolf Race would defy Joanna’s orders, except for Hanni.

Hanni’s personality was cheerful and innocent, even seen as a bit simple and honest by her friends, but to Joanna, she seemed very “rebellious.”

Of course, “rebellious” might just be Joanna’s own thought. Hanni felt she was just appropriately expressing her dissatisfaction.

Dissatisfaction with Joanna assigning her to the team staying behind to guard the God Race’s territory.

“I want to go to Pegel too, why won’t you let me go?” Hanni couldn’t understand this arrangement at all. “I’m strong, I can fight.”

Although she was young, her strength was not considered weak within the clan.

Young werewolves only grow stronger by accumulating more combat experience. Werewolves her age were all going to Pegel, yet she was being told to stay and guard the God Race’s territory. This, of course, made Hanni unhappy.

“I want to go to Pegel. Even Hanna is going.”

“I want to protect Cynthia, why won’t you let me go?”

Joanna looked at the agitated Hanni with a calm expression. Only when Hanni gradually fell silent did she speak slowly, “Pegel is very dangerous. If you want to train, you can go somewhere else.”

Hanni got angry. “But Hanna is going.”

“She’s stronger than you.”

Hanni bristled, her cheeks flushing red with anger. “I only lost to her once, and she’s lost to me several times.”

Joanna shrugged, striking a somewhat heartless blow. “Losing the most crucial time means you’ve never won.”

“Stay here obediently. Wait for me to come back from Pegel to get you.”

After speaking, Joanna turned and left, completely ignoring Hanni who was still trying to argue behind her.

Hanni watched Joanna’s departing back in disbelief, her eyes slowly turning red. She huffily jumped onto the city wall and sat there, letting the cold wind blow on her for a while before she gradually calmed down.

“Poor little wolf, were you bullied?” a teasing voice came from behind. Hanni turned her head warily, catching a glimpse of a red shadow in her peripheral vision. Before she could react, Avira was already sitting right next to her, smiling at her.

When Hanni saw Avira, her vigilance shot to its highest level. She raised her arm slightly and asked with a frown, “What are you doing?”

“I saw a sad little wolf and came to ask if she needed some comfort.” Avira seemed not to notice the sharp nails already emerging from Hanni’s fingertips. Her long red hair flew back with the cold wind, and a mischievous strand fell onto Hanni’s shoulder.

Avira was dressed very casually. Her open collar exposed a large area of fair skin, which even had some bite marks of varying depths.

The moment Hanni saw those marks, her anger turned into guilt, and even her ears grew hot.

Those were from when her thoughts were in chaos and she had bitten her. And this detestable vampire was walking around with these marks, feeling no shame at all.

As a vampire, unless they allowed it, no one could leave a mark on their body.

Avira noticed Hanni’s gaze lingering on her collar. A dark light flashed in her red eyes. She gave Hanni a flirtatious wink, licked her lips, and hinted, “Want me to comfort you?”

Hanni silently moved away from Avira, muttering under her breath, “Are all vampires this strange?”

Hanni moved fast, but Avira was faster. She followed Hanni as she jumped off the city wall, then reached out to hook an arm around her waist, deliberately pressing against her back and whispering softly in her ear, “Vampires aren’t just strange, they’re also very wanton.”

The body pressed against hers was exceptionally soft. Hanni’s face flushed, and she struggled to push Avira away. “You-you stay away from me.”

Avira raised a hand to brush back her hair, her red eyes staring at Hanni without a word.

Hanni felt her skin crawl under the stare and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you looking at me for?”

“I heard you competed with a clan member for the position of the Wolf Race’s young master and failed?”

Hanni frowned. “That has nothing to do with you.”

“Let me teach you.” Avira rolled up her slightly cumbersome sleeves and said nonchalantly, “How to fight.”

“I don’t need it.” Hanni refused without a second thought, turning to leave. But a cold wind suddenly rushed at her from behind, making her pause her steps and instinctively dodge to the right.

Avira’s palm grazed past Hanni’s shoulder. As she retracted it, her fingers curled slightly, deliberately caressing Hanni’s chin. Avira looked at the fuming Hanni glaring at her and said with a low chuckle, “A werewolf who’s too weak is just a little puppy that can only bark but not bite.”

“You’re the dog.” Provoked by Avira, Hanni forgot what she had just said and clenched her hands into fists, rushing forward.

Although Hanni’s talent was high, in Avira’s eyes, she was no different from a puppy. She toyed with Hanni for a while, then suddenly raised a hand to seize her wrist, pulling her hand and pressing it against her own chest.

Hanni froze for a moment. Just as she was about to pull her hand back, she heard Avira speak, “This is a vampire’s weak point. No matter how strong a vampire is, if you crush her heart, she will die.”

“But in reality, vampires have a second weak point.” Avira took Hanni’s hand and placed it on her shoulder. “Right here. If you want to crush a vampire’s heart, it’s best to remove her arm first.”

Hanni listened intently but was puzzled as to why Avira was teaching her these things. “You…”

Avira released Hanni’s hand. Facing her suspicious gaze, she smiled slightly. “Don’t you werewolves get stronger just to kill vampires? I’m teaching you some convenient methods. Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Werewolves like to fight in their original forms, but in fact, it’s more convenient for them to use their human forms.

Avira suddenly becoming serious made Hanni very uncomfortable. She raised a hand to scratch her hair, hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively asked, “Then… can we fight a little longer?”

The opportunity to fight a high-generation vampire wasn’t common.

Avira’s expression was a bit strange, but seeing Hanni’s excited face, even her sky-blue eyes lit up, she surprisingly nodded in agreement.

However, fighting this little wolf was too boring. Avira looked Hanni up and down, the smile on her lips somewhat suggestive. After it was over, she would have to do something to reward herself.

The time Cynthia and the others chose to leave for Pegel happened to coincide with the witches’ departure. When the witches found out, they deliberately staggered their time to avoid the God Race seeing the Anderson Family and causing another conflict.

Betty and Chelsea stood on a hillside, gazing absently in the direction of Manden City. Cynthia and the others were long out of sight.

“Perhaps we could go to Pegel too,” Betty said, running a hand through her hair. “Some of our people must have been taken there.”

Although she said this, she didn’t sound very confident.

Chelsea withdrew her gaze and said flatly, “Take the Anderson Family to Pegel? Aren’t you afraid they’ll cause trouble?”

She glanced back in the direction where the Anderson witches were gathered, her face expressionless. “Keeping them far away from the God Race is the only way to not cause trouble for Cynthia.”

“Besides, if our people are in Pegel, Cynthia will save them.”

Betty also knew that they shouldn’t let the Anderson Family get close to the other races right now. She sighed inwardly but quickly composed herself. “Then where should we go?”

She took out a map and unfolded it, her face full of worry. “We have no idea where our people were taken.”

Chelsea looked at the map and pointed to a place. “Let’s start searching from the nearest city.”

“We’ll find them eventually.”

Pegel was in the far east of the Sitatul Continent. Starting from the Slade Sea Region meant crossing almost half the continent. To accommodate Cynthia, a member of the God Race, the wolves and elves slowed their pace considerably.

Although Cynthia felt such accommodation wasn’t really necessary.

At night, the werewolves were responsible for guard duty, while Cynthia, Olivia, and Helen gathered to discuss the situation in Pegel.

Pegel, the location of the Giant God Temple. Cynthia had already confirmed with Avira that this temple was indeed the vampires’ next target.

The Earth Mother was, after all, one of the three main gods. The vampires probably weren’t confident they could destroy her temple yet.

Because Second Generation Vampires were already involved in destroying the temples, Cynthia, Olivia, and Helen took this matter very seriously. The three of them discussed it late into the night without conclusion.

Joanna personally stood guard for them outside. She looked up at the deep night sky, listening to their conversation, her sky-blue eyes appearing somewhat dim in the darkness.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed past on her right. Joanna turned her head sharply and gave chase like a bolt of lightning, but she lost track of the white shadow halfway through.

The white shadow’s aura was a bit like Hanni’s.

Joanna frowned and searched carefully again, but found nothing. She could only leave, filled with doubt.

After Joanna left, Avira jumped down from a tree, holding Hanni. She pushed Hanni to the ground and sat directly on her waist, grabbing her collar and leaning in close. She said with a smile, “How will you thank me?”

Hanni’s face was bright red as she tried hard to avoid Avira’s lips. “You… get up.”

Avira let out a low chuckle. Not only did she not get up, but she also took Hanni’s hand and placed it on her own waist, then turned her head to kiss her lips, panting softly, “Do you remember what I taught you last time?”

“I’m going to test you now.”