Preston, sunny day.

The temporary base of the werewolf army.

A man dressed in a black robe stood at the door.

Zach, who had silver-grey wolf fur, came out to welcome him. He quickly said, "Thank you for coming."

Under the robe, a wolf face, which was also silver-grey, was revealed.

It looked somewhat similar to Zach.

But the wolf's eyes looked old.

One could tell at a glance.

This werewolf was not young.

Plus, Zach called him an elder.

The identity of the visitor was even clearer.

The arrogance that Zach had toward Morris disappeared.

What replaced it was humility.

"Elder, would you like to come in?"

Zach asked in a low voice.

Normally, the elder had many things to do and would not waste time on such things.

But this time, it was different.

The elder's wolf eyes looked at the temporary base of the werewolves.

There was a sense of familiarity in his eyes.

"Let's go."

He said softly, and an old voice came out.

Zach was a little surprised at the elder's agreement.

He didn't expect the usually-busy elder to agree so easily.

But he was only a little surprised, and quickly reacted.

Then he lowered his body and led the way for the elder.

And as they went deeper.

The preface in the elder's eyes became thicker and thicker.

The tribal elder looked at it and couldn't help but say, "This place hasn't changed much from sixty years ago."

Zach was stunned for a moment and asked, "Could it be that the tribal elder had been here before?"

The tribal elder smiled slightly, glanced at him, and said, "Before you were born, this place was conquered by werewolves several times. How could I not have been here before?"

Zach's forehead dripped with sweat.

If he had known, he would have learned more about the history of the tribe.

It was a little awkward now.

The tribal elder did not say anything.

It was normal for young people not to like reading.

Especially werewolves. They were born to be active, and it was impossible for them to read dense texts.

Therefore, he did not blame Zach for anything.

The elder then recalled, "When we took down Preston, the werewolves were in high spirits."

At this point, he suddenly shook his head.

Zach was a little confused, and asked, "Is there a problem after that?"

The elder laughed self-deprecatingly, "The werewolves thought that they had taken down a city, so they were too excited and arrogant. But who knew that a priest of the Orthodox Church suddenly appeared in the middle, killing the werewolves in hiding."

As if he saw the incident face-to-face, the elder laughed again. "I thought that taking Preston was just the beginning. I didn't expect that it would be the peak of the werewolves and the end of the conquest of the humans."

Zach's expression changed drastically when he heard that. He hurriedly asked, "How can there be such a powerful human among the humans?"

He remembered what the elder had said about sixty years ago.

Zach's face instantly darkened and he asked in a deep voice, "Is that human still alive?"

The tribal elder did not look at him, but he knew that the kid must have been scared.

He smiled and said, "Of course that human is still alive. Do you think that sixty years is enough to exhaust him to death?"

Zach's face became even more unsightly and he could not help but say, "Since that human is still alive, what is the point of attacking the humans?"

He asked this question with doubt in his heart.

Even if we take down Preston, that powerhouse will appear again and kill them.

Then what's the point of them attacking the humans again?

Seeing Zach's expression,

The elder shook his head slightly.

His mental strength was still not strong.

Since the werewolves dared to attack again, of course they had their own confidence.

He didn't even think of this.

This made him a little disappointed.

But the elder still explained, "Don't worry, that human powerhouse doesn't dare to attack now, otherwise he would have been summoned by the Heavens."

"Heavens?"

After hearing that, Zach seemed to have thought of something.

He hurriedly asked, "Could it be the current Pope of the Orthodox Church?"

The elder nodded.

Zach understood.

He had heard that the Pope of the Orthodox Church had already arrived in the realm of true Gods.

He had always thought that it was a rumor.

Now, it was confirmed by the elder.

But even if the Pope of the Orthodox Church would not easily make a move,

But, what if?

Looking at Zach's expression, the elder did not need to guess to know what he was thinking.

Thus, he said lightly, "Don't worry, we werewolves are no longer the same as we were sixty years ago. It's not like we werewolves don't have True God-level powerhouses."

Hearing this, it was as if he had heard some big secret.

Zach's eyes widened.

"True Gods?"

He couldn't help but shout.

After being with the werewolves for so many years, this was the first time he knew that they had True Gods.

This information shocked him.

But the elder didn't care about him anymore.

He continued, "Originally, the clan didn't want to take this thing out because the uncertainty of this thing is too strong."

"But!"

He changed his tone, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"That Cardinal..."

Saying this, the clan elder's eyes instantly narrowed.

"That cardinal reminded us of the glory of the Orthodox Church's Pope when he was young.

This forced us to pay attention. If we continue to let him grow, he will probably be the next True God of humanity. This can absolutely not be allowed to happen!"

He thought of the information he had received from his clan.

That cardinal was only in his twenties.

He was even more monstrous than the Orthodox Church's Pope in the past.

The Orthodox Church's Pope was already in his forties before he stepped into the realm of a True God.

Yet, this cardinal had already reached the peak of Holy Rank at such a young age.

And he was not just any ordinary peak of Holy Rank.

This allowed the werewolves to see the rise of a strengthened Pope of the Orthodox Church.

For this reason,

The werewolves had to stop at nothing to kill him!

At the thought of this, the tribal elder's face darkened.

He put his hand into his robe and took out a scroll that was emitting black fog.

The tribal elder stared at the scroll and said, "This is a scroll that came out of the abyss. The werewolves in the tribe only know that as long as you open it, you will be able to obtain the power to solve everything."

Hearing the elder's words, Zach nodded.

After all, that was what he heard. It was just that this thing was a little evil and needed sacrifices.

However, the elder continued to say in a deep voice, "Actually, its real name is the Demon's Contract!"

"Demon's Contract?"