"Olivia, look, this is you, how beautiful!" Link continued to whisper in her ear, his words full of seduction.
"But this is far from enough. I want to sculpt you even more perfectly, to make you the most charming bitch in this world, a unique temptress!"
As he spoke, he extended the tip of his tongue, playfully licking her earlobe, as if an invisible hand was crushing and trampling Olivia's already dwindling self-esteem little by little.
"Olivia, are you willing to become the most beautiful, happiest bitch in this world, subservient to me alone?"
"Yes... I am... no... I can't..."
Olivia's remaining sanity screamed desperately from the depths of her soul, warning her not to fall into such depravity.
Link, however, let out a cold snort, his face full of disdain.
"Lie down!" he roared.
Hearing Lord Link's angry roar, Olivia could only obediently lie on the ground, actively sticking out her tongue to lick Lord Link's monstrous erection.
This posture, this action, Lord Link had forced her to do several times, almost becoming a habit.
Link then roughly turned her face, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror, lying on the ground, humble as dust.
"Look, what is this appearance if not a bitch?"
"I... no... I shouldn't... be like this..."
Olivia weakly retorted, her voice as faint as a candle in the wind.
"Lie down properly!"
Lord Link raised his hand and slapped her fair, voluptuous buttocks heavily again, then suddenly gripped her neck, making her stare straight into the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror.
However, just as Lord Link was poised and ready to thrust in... a dull yet urgent striking sound suddenly came from the bell tower at the northern city wall!
"Clang—!"
The clear and sharp sound of the bell, in the silent night, was like a thunderclap, instantly echoing throughout Winterfell City.
"Why was the north gate's alarm bell rung?"
Lord Link frowned deeply, muttering to himself, a grave expression appearing on his face.
"Alright, Olivia, I'll spare you this time. After I handle my business, I'll come back for you later tonight."
He gently patted Olivia's butt, then quickly put on his clothes and left the room without looking back.
The alarm bell was only rung by the City Guards when the city faced a crisis or when external enemies approached, to warn the residents of Winterfell City to prepare for defense.
Therefore, Lord Link had no mind to continue with intimate matters at this moment. He had to immediately go to the northern city wall to investigate and see what had happened.
Watching Lord Link's departing back, Olivia turned her head to look at herself in the mirror again... "Could it be... is this really me... I... am a bitch..."
She gazed at herself in the mirror, muttering, looking utterly broken... Link and Agnes, clad in armor, hurriedly ascended the city wall.
At this moment, Lina was already standing there, her gaze sharp, fixed intently on the distant, deep edge of the Demonic Beast Forest.
"What happened? What's the situation?" Link quickly stepped forward and asked Lina.
"Lord, it's a demonic beast attack!" Lina frowned deeply, her expression grave: "It seems to be a pack of Icefield Wolves, a very large number. The exact count cannot be determined yet, but a conservative estimate puts it at over a hundred!"
"Demonic beasts? Icefield Wolves?"
Upon hearing this, Link's brows instantly furrowed into a 'river' shape.
How could these demonic beasts have arrived so quickly?
In the game plot he remembered, the thrilling siege by demonic beasts only broke out in the deep winter.
Could it be that this scene before him was a prelude to the coming tide of demonic beast sieges?
Link frowned, his gaze sweeping over the city wall towards the forest edge shrouded in darkness.
At this moment, in that deep shadow world, countless crimson lights flickered, dense and numerous, as if they wanted to completely swallow this dark night sky.
Link looked closely, and when he clearly saw what those red lights were, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Those were the eyes of a pack of wolves.
Icefield Wolves, large beasts active in the extremely cold northern lands. Adult Icefield Wolves are taller and more majestic than tigers, agile in body, skilled at perfect camouflage in the snow, and inherently brutal and bloodthirsty.
Speaking of which, the flag of Winterfell City, and the emblem of the Stark family, is the Ice Plains Wolf.
"This is really troublesome..."
These Icefield Wolves are as large as the direwolves of the Frostwolf Clan in the movie 'Warcraft', taller than humans.
Ordinary Soldiers would have little power to fight back against these Icefield Wolves.
At this moment, this pack of Icefield Wolves gathered at the forest edge, eyeing Winterfell City menacingly.
The dense, star-like flickering red lights were the brutality and bloodlust emanating from their eyes.
Even as the biting cold wind howled, it could not disperse the ferocity and greed revealed in those red eyes, as if in the next second, they would surge towards Winterfell City like a roaring tide.
"These demonic beasts are far too audacious, to covet a city of such grand scale."
"Lord Link, I am truly sorry. It is my dereliction of duty for not taking precautions against the movements of these demonic beasts beforehand." Lina's face was full of remorse, self-blame evident in her expression.
"Lina, don't blame yourself. This is not your fault."
Link gently shook his head, refuting her.
He was not an unreasonable person.
Who could have predicted that such a large pack of Icefield Wolves would approach Winterfell City tonight?
Even if scouts had been sent out beforehand, it would probably be difficult for them to bring back intelligence alive amidst the encirclement of this pack of Icefield Wolves.
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