Chapter 163: Demon weiver, Darton's palace

The wolfmen cubs closed their eyes shut tightly. Opening their eyes they could only see the world full of blurriness. 

They couldn't even scream right at the moment, they could only curl up near each other. 

It wasn't a coincidence that some had master-level potential among these cubs. 

The tribe leader naturally chose people who showed exceptional talent from childhood. And let them live as a hope of the tribe.

Zick had a firm gaze as he looked forward. After considering the situation for a while, he found what he needed the most for the moment.

'It's mobility. By keeping Seveleen, Varine, and other useless people around me, My movement and options would just get limited.'

'So, I have to get a base for this group of meatshields to stay. Carrying them around is not an option.'

'And the seal of the everlor organization has been removed from my mana nerves...It was eliminated by that weird black miasma.'