Chapter 1211

---- 149. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE UNCLE? NARRATOR "How the hell did he block my power?!" Edmund's bulging eyes seemed to scream as he stared at the weapon glowing with black and gold light. To begin with, what kind of axe was that? "I see you liked my little toy," said the reddish-furred lycan, standing to his full height, catching the Sorcerer King's attention. "It's a gift from my grandma. I'm her favorite grandson," Fenrir said, touching the blade almost fondly.

Fenrir snorted at his eat-shit expression. "Introductions are over," Edmund stepped back, alarmed ---- by the twisted grin on that beast's snout.

having way too much fun. "Yup." "Yup' what? That sentence is missing some words, my darling Selenia." Fenrir aimed the axe forward, testing how the fight would begin, oozing fear of the unknown. Edmund and the sorcerers behind

tears. «Grandma, please don't call me a pup too!

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