He is the living King of Hell at Shuofeng Pass. Clad in black robes and dark armor, he guards the northern frontier, and a hundred thousand troops tremble wherever his arrows point.
She is the little Wolf King of the wilderness. With amber, slit-pupil eyes, she howls through the wind and snow, and every beast submits to her claws.
When they first meet…
He draws his bow and aims at her throat, taking her for a “Di scout.”
She bares her teeth and growls, convinced he is a “dangerous bonfire.”
Blades clash with wolf claws, and their battle robes and pelts are stained with blood.
When they meet again…
He looks down at her coldly. “This is a military camp. You can’t just run wild here!”
She jumps onto his desk and gnaws on a lamb leg, splattering grease over military reports. “Your arrows don’t know the taste of the wind!”
Then, when life and death hang in the balance…
On a snowy night, she carries the gravely wounded God of War on her back, warming his icy body with her own.
Before the enemy camp, he tears up the imperial decree and points his sword at the assembled army. “Anyone who touches my wife will have their entire clan executed!”
Later…
The Northern Di allied forces close in, and flames of war swallow the mighty pass.
On the city walls, dark-armored soldiers break through enemy lines like tigers, while wolf packs charge across the wilderness like a tidal wave.
When the battlefield finally falls silent, the soldiers see their little Wolf King curled up in the general’s arms beneath his bloodstained black cloak, sleeping like a cub. The bite marks on his Adam’s apple are the proudest medal he will ever wear.
[Rules of the Wolf Pack] Warning:
◇ The general can’t hold his liquor? The little Wolf King can down three jars and carry him back to his tent!
◇ The battlefield’s fearsome killer is terrified of tears? One reddening wolf’s gaze and he’ll throw down his armor in surrender!
◇ Who dares call her “wild and untamable”? The marquis burns her wolf-head mark into his palm. “My wife, A Zhuo, is the second ruler of Shuofeng Pass!”
With iron and blood, they defend their homeland; with tenderness, they build a nest. In the end, the winds sweeping a thousand miles of the northern lands will make the legend of the gray wolf and dark armor eternal.
