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2023-03-25阿门罗 来源:百合文库
Thunder delivered his response in a low growl. “You can dispense with your titles, shaman. Save them for the king. Who, by the way, sent us no warning. No emissary. He sent you into our territory without permission to a location we’ve kept secret for generations.”
“All due respect,” the bear said, “but our king is not obligated to ask for permission. Furthermore, this vile barrow atop the Stone Spire is no secret to those who would use it against you.” The bear may have been old, but her voice was strong and resolute, clearly used to speaking with authority, to authority. “Even I, having never set foot in Wolf Clan territory, know the stories of the Rot that dwells there. But that is not why I am here.”
“No?” Freyja asked. “Then please, explain.”
“The gateway has been opened,” Fang said, cutting through any pretense of diplomacy.
“Opened!?” Thunder stood as if to act, but after a moment merely sat back down atop the Throne of Bones, speechless.
“We saw it,” Fang said. “The king’s agents were sacrificed to open the door.”
Anara shivered, turning her wooden chime over and over in her paws. “I tried to stop it. I truly did.” She looked at the simple instrument, how insignificant it seemed against the horrors she sought to contend with. “But the Rot is strong in that place. When they brought me inside that barrow… it took the cultists, took their lives. Had I not been attuned to the Wyld so, I fear mine would have been lost as well.”
“All due respect,” the bear said, “but our king is not obligated to ask for permission. Furthermore, this vile barrow atop the Stone Spire is no secret to those who would use it against you.” The bear may have been old, but her voice was strong and resolute, clearly used to speaking with authority, to authority. “Even I, having never set foot in Wolf Clan territory, know the stories of the Rot that dwells there. But that is not why I am here.”
“No?” Freyja asked. “Then please, explain.”
“The gateway has been opened,” Fang said, cutting through any pretense of diplomacy.
“Opened!?” Thunder stood as if to act, but after a moment merely sat back down atop the Throne of Bones, speechless.
“We saw it,” Fang said. “The king’s agents were sacrificed to open the door.”
Anara shivered, turning her wooden chime over and over in her paws. “I tried to stop it. I truly did.” She looked at the simple instrument, how insignificant it seemed against the horrors she sought to contend with. “But the Rot is strong in that place. When they brought me inside that barrow… it took the cultists, took their lives. Had I not been attuned to the Wyld so, I fear mine would have been lost as well.”
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