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Having seen the two girls off, the messenger of the orc king finally arrived, requesting that I set out for the political capital of the Orc Alliance, Lionheart City, where the Beast Palace and the core of the War God Temple are located. There, I would receive my formal enfeoffment as a lord and establish my legitimate status, thereby ruling the land of Fontainebleau with rightful authority.

Meanwhile, the ice flame parasitizing my arm had also completed its evolution.

Over the past month, the tricolor tattoo on my arm had been continuously absorbing my vital energy. Fortunately, I had the innate Nine Yin True Qi protecting me, providing an endless supply to sustain the process without causing exhaustion. Throughout this period, the pattern of the tricolor tattoo kept changing slowly, eventually forming an extremely abstract tricolor emblem.

When the fully matured three-headed magic wolf emerged from the emblem and appeared before me, it filled me with unexpected joy. Not only had it evolved to the level of a top-tier Level 9 magical beast, growing a third thunderous head, but it had also sprouted a pair of silver pegasus-like wings under its ribs. When flapping, these wings generated powerful gusts, rivaling those of Catherine's golden-eyed dragon lion's dragon wings. Additionally, due to its evolution, its previous ice and fire elemental skills were enhanced. Moreover, its previously scattered consciousness was now unified, eliminating the need to give separate commands to each head.

To celebrate its new evolution, I decided to rename it. However, after trying names like Xiao San, San Mao, and Zhang Sanfeng, which resulted in it chasing me and biting me, I ultimately reverted to its original name, Icewind. The remerged consciousness was essentially still Icewind. According to Master Wellington's observations, Flamewind's appearance was a temporary second consciousness created to enhance intelligence, while the true controller of the body remained Icewind, unchanged.

I also shared some of Icewind's magical abilities, specifically its enhanced ice, fire, and lightning elemental skills. Although the number of these skills was limited, they were all of high magical caliber and required no incantations. However, using them came at the cost of my mental energy.

**Demon Ice Shield**: An advanced form of the Beamon's "Frost Armor" skill, this shield is created by compressing and condensing ice elemental magic to the point of mutation, reflecting all magic attacks except for forbidden spells in one direction. Unfortunately, the consumption is too great; even with the "Soul Transfer Great Art" method to convert innate true qi into mental energy, I could only maintain it for three seconds at a time, and its resistance to physical attacks was limited.

**Flame Sun Spirit Pearl**: An advanced ability derived from the Salamander's "Starfire Annihilation" skill, this skill creates a fist-sized white-hot fire pearl that tracks and attacks locked-on enemies over a range of up to one kilometer. Its explosive power is intense enough to shatter steel. With my current abilities, I can launch ten fire pearls simultaneously, each locking onto different targets.

**Thundercloud Storm**: A skill of the Lightning Unicorn Silver Pegasus, it generates a small thundercloud by spinning and absorbing lightning and water vapor from the air, gradually expanding into a vast and devastating electrical energy sphere. This is the strongest attack of the flying silver pegasi in the sky. However, it takes a long time to form and is primarily used against fixed long-range targets.

The shared abilities between Icewind and me are mainly these three, but for someone who has never touched magic before, they are a godsend. I don't need to undergo the rigorous training and repeated practice that mages endure to use magic directly. According to Master Wellington, both the Demon Ice Shield and the Flame Sun Spirit Pearl are Level 8 magic, while Thundercloud Storm is a Level 9 magic. Despite the differences in power and quantity, I can now pass as a Level 9 mage, a feat that took Master Wellington decades of diligent cultivation.

After setting up future work, preparing various items, formulating strategies, and reorganizing the army, another half-month passed before I was ready to depart for the capital, Lionheart City. Accompanying me were the Holy Maiden Catherine, the mage Hai Ruo, the Wellington couple, old Hake, and three hundred Snow Wolf Guards led by Ankara and Oswili, along with one hundred Temple Magic Armor Knights.

My disciples have now all donned Hydra leather armor, their strength greatly enhanced through the trials of war, becoming true elite wolf knights. The hundred Magic Armor Knights, having undergone battlefield tempering, have also matured. Though initially called Magic Armor Knights without possessing true high-level magical beast armor, they now each wear armor crafted from the shells of "Scarlet Blood Red Scorpions," with one hundred beast cores embedded in the armor and another hundred used to upgrade the captured Level 5 magical beasts, "Wind Runners," to Level 6. When all one hundred pure white mounts turned blood red, I happily named these new magical beasts "Red Rabbits." As for why I named horse-type magical beasts rabbits, explaining that to Catherine is another matter entirely.

Departing from Fontainebleau, we crossed the Devouring Swamp and entered the Snow Wolf Plains. Many of the clans originally living on the plains have since relocated to Fontainebleau, making the once numerous villages much sparser.

On the journey, I met with the chieftains of the Red, Gray, and Black Tribes, further solidifying our alliance and allowing them to establish their own trading companies in Fontainebleau to handle their clan's transactions. Then, I visited the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, as they are the common lords of our wolf clan. Although they did not assist me during the war, Shaman Romeo was crucial in my conquest of Fontainebleau. Despite his lack of shamanic demeanor, he helped me significantly, so visiting him was appropriate. Unfortunately, he was not in the tribe, having reportedly gone ahead to the capital.

The procession moved forward steadily, taking more than a month to finally reach the capital.

**Chapter Thirty-Six: Wings Spanning Near and Far**

Everyone on the Mainland knows that the largest city of the Orc Alliance is the Lion Clan's Lionheart City. However, the true capital and sacred place in the hearts of all orcs is the ancient city of "Holy City" Rome.

Lionheart City is the economic capital of the alliance, while the War God Corridor's Three Cities and Four Fortresses are the primary military stronghold. However, Rome, founded at the beginning of the orc dominance on the Mainland, houses the true form of the War God and is responsible for selecting and consecrating the orc kings, remaining the eternal sanctuary in the hearts of all orcs.