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Chapter 962 To Become A Farmer.

Lamplad didn't hide his emotions and he couldn't control himself when things didn't go his way. He could have pretended to be obedient. Then rushed back to his cave and broke through into a mana entity. He could then use his new power to bring away more of her warriors or even challenge her for the position of park leader. 

But he was foolish and impatient. She knew what he was up to immediately and was able to manipulate him easily. He didn't even suspect a thing and he still respects her. She had no choice but to be derisive of him. 

To be fair, she isn't the only female who has been derisive of Lamplad in recent history. Tesrat was also derisive of him. He liked her but she didn't like him. He was too boring and thick-skulled. That's what Tesrat would always say about him. 

Lamplad is kind and loyal. He is honest and humble. He is also strong but not as strong as Tesrat. They are all good qualities for one to have in a mate. But he was boring and mentally unimaginative. 

He was also without ambition. He never considered becoming a mana entity and controlling his own pack. It is obviously a bad idea to consider becoming a pack leader with Sauron around but Tesrat didn't like the fact that he didn't even consider the possibility. His whole life would amount to nothing special with that kind of mindset. Tesrat didn't like that in a man so his love was largely unrequited. 

Lamplad knew that. He also thinks that he could have changed her mind. But she is dead now and he will never get the chance to change her mind. So now he is wandering aimlessly for someone to help him get revenge. Some might call that foolishness. Others will call it being romantic. Those sorts of people will also say that Love conquers all.

As for the new pack leader. She believes that only power and wisdom conquer anything. So while she acts kind and understanding, she is screaming inwardly to herself, "It is mine now. It is all mine."

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Ragnarok's existence and actions caused a lot of changes to the plane. The Iron Fur pack gained a new pack leader and began to rebuild their home. Some of them left to search for the Emperor in the myths. The wood elves are currently fighting the Vampires all over the plane. They are using their divine ability to control plants to rebuff the bloodsuckers. 

The Warrogs bent on revenge are not the only ones searching for an Emperor. The vampires are also searching for this Emperor. Amongst them is a certain Primogenitor who is eating his way through the wood elves with a fiery anger and dogged determination that is unmatched. 

The plane is in turmoil but Ragnarok is not affected by this turmoil. He is in a place where life is almost absent. Ragnarok chose to run northwards when he escaped. The north of the plane is mountainous. It has several mountains in long unending chains. The north is home to the tallest mountains in the plane. 

The north is also a very cold place. It used to be cold before the sun was blocked. So now, it is frozen into an ice age. Life was already finding it difficult to survive there. There is nothing there now except frozen mountains and an Executioner on the run for unjust crimes. 

"This plane is too stuffy. One cannot rear people as food. This is too harsh a place to live in." He complained. 

If he had his way, he would create another pack and rear them for a hundred years. They will help him hunt for that period of time. Then he will kill most of them after a hundred years. He will leave just enough to create the next generation and proliferate for a hundred years. Then he will repeat the culling.

He dreams to be a farmer. It is an honest profession. The cycle of sowing and reaping will help him grow stronger silently. Unfortunately, he couldn't realize his dream because he couldn't leave the mountain range for other settlements without being discovered by the wood elves. 

The wood elves were looking for suspicious characters and a lone Warrog that is also at the mana entity stage is mighty suspicious. He had to avoid the patrolling teams of wood elves when he tried to leave the mountain range in any other direction. The only direction he could take was toward the uninhabitable north. 

"I miss the Iron Fur Pack." He said wistfully as he flew against the tempest of icy wind. "There was no stress or struggle in my days as Shaman."

He thinks fondly of his time as the Chief Shaman of the Iron Fur Pack. He was at peace and fulfilled. He is truly grateful for their hospitality. Unfortunately for them, he has a strong principle of not mixing business and pleasure. 

His time with them was pleasurable but it was ultimately business. Business is all about profits and loss. He couldn't make a loss so he killed them. Still, it was a pleasurable experience being a Shaman so he thinks fondly of them as he battled the winds of the north for each step he takes forward.

There is a strong barrier around him that is protecting him from the environment. He needs it because he might as well be flying through a typhoon of ice. He would be frozen into a sculpture of ice without it. 

The north is very windy in normal circumstances. Now the winds are heavily laden with snow and ice. They reduce visibility to no more than 1 meter. And that's because of his excellent sight as a mana entity. Lesser beings won't be able to see their hands if they stretch them in front of them.

Fortunately, he has a divine sense that can reach 1,000 meters. His barrier is also very powerful so it isolates him from the cold winds. He would have been frozen dead without his barrier a long time ago. So he is managing quite well despite the adverse conditions.