"Deliverer?"
This word, for Salan, was something she dreamed of hearing.
She was born in the dungeon.
Her mother was a Foxian, and her mother was tortured to death not long after she was born.
And she herself, the bloodline in her body, was half Borisin.
This impure bloodline caused her to be born without a Tail.
Today, she was supposed to be captured and roasted alive, becoming food for the Borisin.
However, during her resistance, her bloodline reverted, activating the 'Moon Frenzy' skill, and she was chosen by the Wolf-head Benefactor to become a war slave.
"But your scent is very similar to the Wolf-head Benefactor, even stronger—you are not a Deliverer."
Salan took a step back, once again showing a wary look.
Oliver sniffed his hand; it didn't smell bad.
How could he have the same scent as a Borisin?
Oh—Abundance—Oliver realized, it was the Blessing of Abundance.
When Salan bit him just now, she must have smelled the Power of Abundance emanating from his blood.
Indeed, canids only recognize scent, not faces.
"Because I am an Aeon of Abundance, an envoy of the Aeon."
"The Medicine King is compassionate and pities all living beings, thus granting longevity, but some creatures are inherently evil; they do bad things behind the Aeon's back."
"The Medicine King learned that the Foxian were being persecuted, so he sent me to save you."
Oliver spoke nonsense with a straight face.
Of course, the Medicine King's compassion was real.
However, the resources for the long-lived races were not enough, and to become stronger, they developed evil intentions and invaded everywhere.
Thus, they became known as the Abominations of Abundance by others.
Oliver understood this all too well.
"I don't believe you. You're lying to me."
Salan took another half step back.
Oliver was amused, "Use your head. What good would it do me to lie to you? What good would it do me to heal your wounds?"
This question stumped Salan—she stammered for a long time, unable to answer.
Oliver saw she was still a bit wary, so he continued, "Tell me, what would it take for you to believe that I'm here to help you?"
"—"
Salan was silent for a moment, then looked at Oliver with resolute eyes and said, "Help me get revenge—help me kill all the Borisin—I want them dead!"
Oliver saw intense hatred in her eyes, almost overflowing.
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"I, Oliver, Aeon of Abundance, will answer your prayer. May all sentient beings obtain what they seek."
Oliver extended a pinky finger and said seriously, "Do you know how to pinky promise?"
Salan nodded, cautiously extended her pinky, and touched Oliver's little finger.
Then gently hooked it.
This represented a promise.
Oliver deliberately emphasized 'Aeon of Abundance' to give Fei Xiao a psychological hint.
To make her unconsciously differentiate between 'Oliver, Aeon of Abundance' and 'Abominations of Abundance'.
"That—Lord Aeon of Abundance, can you save me? Please, I don't want to be abandoned—"
The little Foxian girl named Ning Li clung to the iron gate, sobbing softly.
Her tear-filled appearance was truly pitiful.
She was a black-furred Foxian girl.
Her dark fur, however, had turned yellowish due to the dirty environment.
Oliver walked up to her.
He reached out and tore the prison door right off.
To these Foxian, the seemingly indestructible iron door was nothing more than a sheet of paper to Oliver.
"So powerful---"
Ning Li gasped in amazement, her tone sounding quite comical.
This commotion startled the Foxian lying on the ground nearby.
"What's going on? Is someone trying to escape?"
"Ning Li, you can't run! If you get caught, the consequences will be terrible!"
"Salan, what are you doing? Get back in your cage quickly! Don't let the Wolfmen see you!"
The Foxian in the other cells pleaded earnestly.
Their voices were filled with anxiety and worry.
It was as if returning to the prison was the correct course of action.
Clearly, they had been imprisoned for too long and had been domesticated into true slaves.
Oliver temporarily had no intention of releasing these Foxian.
Without even the desire to save themselves, they would only be a burden if released.
"Come with me and witness me fulfilling your wishes."
Oliver extended his right hand.
Salan hesitated for a moment before placing a single finger on Oliver's hand.
She then tightly grasped her good friend Ning Li's hand and followed Oliver outside.
At the same time.
In the tribe outside the dungeon.
Countless Borisin were moving back and forth.
They set up large cauldrons nearby.
The cauldrons, the steam, the aroma, the satisfied licking of the Wolfman guards, the dripping grease along the stone basin's edge... Next to the large cauldrons were many cages.
The cages were made of thick, knotty hardwood, and every stake was covered in deep claw marks and dark brown stains.
An elderly Foxian woman tightly closed her eyes, her cracked lips moving silently, as if she were praying or perhaps cursing.
Her ears drooped weakly; one was missing its tip, the edge a ragged tear.
Farther away, several Foxian children huddled together, their frail bodies shaking like leaves in the wind; they didn't even dare to cry aloud, only emitting faint, dying animal-like sobs.
Other sounds had come from that direction a brief, miserable shriek, like a string being snapped, followed by a heavy thud, and... a sickening, wet tearing sound.