The Ghoul King, whose thoughts had completely changed, hesitated no more and directly cast the Teleportation Spell. In the next moment, he appeared in a vast dark prairie where the landscape was a light gray color, filled with thorns and weeds, the shortest of which reached half a human’s height and the tallest could easily conceal a person.

The prairie was filled with intermittent howling of wolves, and packs of Jackalwere or Hyenas frequently darted out, energetically charging at the Ghoul King.

But upon seeing the Ghoul King’s appearance clearly, they snorted in disappointment and burrowed back into the prairie, continuing their hunt.

Once the Ghoul King swore allegiance to the King of the Jackalweres, both parties naturally implicitly signed the alliance pact.

As Gods of their races, these contracts extended to the races they represented, and they wouldn’t easily attack each other, naturally regarding each other as kin.

In numerous Jackalwere hunting teams, one could even spot the presence of Ghouls.

Paralysis Attack from Ghouls was extremely useful during hunts, effectively helping the Jackalweres control their prey.

Jackalwere teams that included Ghouls could more easily hunt prey whose body type far exceeded theirs in size.

However, these Ghouls resembled hounds or slaves to the Jackalweres, doing the hardest work but enjoying the lowest of treatments.

Along the way, the Ghoul King encountered numerous such Jackalwere hunting teams.

During hunts, those Ghouls charged ahead.

When enjoying the feast, they could only crouch on the side, watching the Jackalweres gorge, even the Hyenas had higher priority than them, and the Ghouls could only hope for leftover scraps from their mouths.

It’s just that before the greedy Jackalweres, leftovers were not so easy to come by. Their level of hunger and thirst wasn’t much less than that of the Ghouls, and they would chew and eat most of the prey’s bones.

The Ghoul King merely watched coldly, showing no intention of intervening or providing aid.

As long as he remained under the rule of the King of the Jackalweres, such circumstances would never change, for he himself was a high-ranking servant to the Jackalwere King, summoned and dismissed at will.

This relationship naturally manifested directly among the common Jackalweres and Ghouls.

The Vast Dark Prairie was the core area of Yenogu’s Realm, a paradise for Jackalweres where countless Jackalweres roamed and hunted freely, and no one knew the exact number of Jackalweres here.

Rumbling!

Huge booming and countless howling resonated throughout heaven and earth.

A massive fortress emerged before the Ghoul King, resembling a pyramid from afar but like a giant throne up close. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Most uniquely, this castle-like fortress didn’t stand still but rested upon countless gigantic stone wheels.

Tens of thousands of livestock and slaves surrounded this fortress on all sides, driven slowly forward by innumerable Jackalweres.

Included among them were slaves transformed into gaunt Ghouls.

This was the famous Yenogu’s Siege.

It symbolized the supreme power and plundering nature of the King of the Jackalweres.

This palace marched counterclockwise through Yenogu’s Realm year after year, never ceasing.

Like a devout pilgrim, the Ghoul King followed Yenogu’s Siege closely.

"Please, kill me! Kill me!"

"Turn me into a ghoul as well! I can’t take it anymore! I can’t take it anymore!"

"Have mercy, please kill me!"

Along the way, the slaves dragging Yenogu’s Fortress parted like a tide.

The Ghoul King’s ears were filled with the miserable wails of these slaves.

Their only plea was for death.

Here in the Bottomless Abyss, sometimes death was a luxury, especially for those enslaved by Yenogu’s Fortress, who couldn’t even manage to commit suicide.

They were perpetually enslaved until their souls were drained and completely disappeared.

Either eaten by the Jackalweres as food or transformed into Ghouls by the Ghoul King.

Both were considered a form of relief.

It’s far better than dragging the sprawling fortress in perpetual hunger and thirst.

The Ghoul King turned a deaf ear to these pleas, for when he was an Elf, he never possessed weakness like sympathy or compassion, much less after becoming the Ghoul King.

The helpless cries of the weak were the price they had to pay for their weakness.

Had they shown even a bit of strength, they would have perished in conflicts with the Jackalweres, and their souls would have been taken by their True Gods, sparing them from such woeful scenarios.

The Ghoul King’s gaze fixated on the top of Yenogu’s Castle, where a huge open-air throne was situated, and the Plane’s ruler, King of the Jackalweres, sat high upon the throne, gazing coldly and mercilessly at the world below.

"Doreisan, what are you doing here instead of guarding your Soulless Throne?" The King of the Jackalweres’ voice was filled with endless cruelty, like a giant Jackalwere roaring.

The voice moved from far away in one instant to right in front of him the next.

It wasn’t the King of the Jackalweres approaching the Ghoul King, but rather the Ghoul King pulled by an invisible force to appear directly at the castle’s pinnacle.

The King of the Jackalweres was the God of the Jackalwere race, his form the most standard likeness of a Jackalwere.

It was akin to a bipedal hyena, with bent canine legs and a slender high waist; its majestic upper body and robust arms made it appear somewhat disproportionate, top-heavy. Its body type was twice the size of a typical Jackalwere, standing four to five meters tall.

"Please, Your Majesty, save me," the Ghoul King appeared extremely flustered, with the look of someone shocked out of their wits.

"What could have happened to frighten you so?" Though knowing the Ghoul King was feigning, the King of the Jackalweres couldn’t help but feel intrigued.

"The Plains of Bone have been invaded by external forces," the Ghoul King said with an expression of panic, "In a few short months, they completed the unification of the entire Plains of Bone, and are now invading my White Kingdom. Their Undead Army is unstoppable. Before long, my Soulless Throne may fall, and I’ll no longer be able to provide you with the Ghoul Army, Your Majesty."