Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [65]

Wolvendom was vast.

Artem spent two days searching through dense woods, following his memory.

At last, he found his destination—a place like a trial ground.

To the people of Mondstadt, almost no one knew of this spot. Even most of the Knights of Favonius had never heard of it.

But among the upper echelons—especially the young knights with the potential to become one of the Four Winds Guardians—this was a place everyone had to visit.

The reason was simple: the one who presided here was one of the original Four Winds from a thousand years ago.

The Wolf of the North—Boreas.

Anyone hoping to inherit the title “The Knight of Boreas” had to come here, face Boreas’s trial, and earn his recognition.

The last to succeed here? The current The Knight of Boreas—Varka.

“So this is…”

The longer Eula traveled with Artem, the more she felt the limits of her own experience.

Wolvendom was a place overrun with monsters. With an important trade route to Liyue running nearby, Eula had come here many times with the patrol squads to clear out monsters and protect the merchants.

But this trial ground—she was seeing it for the first time.

“This is the domain of The Wolf of the North, Boreas,” Artem explained simply, then glanced around.

He didn’t see the wolves, or the legendary wolf boy.

So he turned to Eula and said, “Watch for your chance to help me.”

With that, he jumped down from the platform.

Ravenwood’s sword was not easy to claim. It wasn’t just a weapon; it was a symbol of the friendship between Ravenwood and Boreas.

So taking the sword was never going to be straightforward.

At the very least, he’d have to fight Boreas.

Sure, in the game, Boreas’s boss fight was underwhelming—didn’t really live up to the name “The Wolf of the North.”

But that was the game. Reality was reality.

Just from Dvalin’s devastation compared to the in-game Stormterror, you could tell these beings were far more powerful than their gameplay counterparts.

Besides, this The Wolf of the North was a remnant soul of the god Andrius, who had reshaped himself from wind and ice.

He could wield both the power of Andrius and Cryo.

In truth, his strength might not fall far short of Varka’s.

Artem knew he couldn’t handle Boreas alone.

But with Eula’s [Glacial Seal], they might just overpower him.

Standing before the open trial ground, Artem drew a deep breath and called out:

“Honored Lord of Wolvendom, Boreas! I’ve come to face your trial!”

He braced himself, ready for battle.

Time ticked by. Boreas did not appear.

“…Did I call wrong?”

Artem scratched his chin, combing through his memory for details of the trial.

The lore said: call the King of the North Wind, and he would appear to grant the trial.

He tried again, switching up the titles.

“Guardian Boreas of Mondstadt’s North Wind, are you here?”

“King Wolf of the North Wind, Boreas, are you here?”

“Friend of Ravenwood, Boreas, are you here?”

“Andrius! If you’re here, say something! Stop pretending you can’t hear me!”

Finally, on the tenth try, an irritable voice echoed through the trial grounds.

“Human, enough!”

A blue shadow materialized in the air.

As it grew solid, a massive wolf—over six meters tall—stood before Artem. Its face was distinctly expressive: annoyance, and clear human-like anger.

“Human. I refuse your request for a trial.”

“Begone!”

“Huh?” Artem blinked, then protested, “Why?”

“A person with impure intent is not permitted the trial. That is the law of the North Wind.”

Boreas’s voice was cold as it began to fade away.

Artem, having gone to all this trouble, wasn’t about to let him off so easily.

He surged forward, bursting with divine power to block Boreas’s retreat.

His tone was sharp. “You’d better explain! What’s this about impure intent?”

“What did I do wrong?”

Boreas, seeing Artem’s power, seemed unruffled—far calmer than Varka had been.

The wolf’s voice was low. “A Consort’s chosen, coveting what is not his. What is that, if not a tainted heart?”

Artem froze.

He was, in fact, here for the sword.

So, Boreas could see right through him?

When did the Wolf King learn to read minds?

Well, no point denying it now.

“Heh, so you saw through me.”

“Then I won’t be polite.”

Artem grinned. In a flash, [Skyward Blade] appeared in his hand; he sent a barrage of wind blades slicing at Boreas.

As they flew, he swapped sword for bow, manifesting three arrows of divine power and firing in quick succession.

“Foolish human! You court death!”

But Boreas was a battle-hardened veteran. With a thunderous howl, he unleashed the force of the North Wind, shrouding himself in ice and gale.

[Skyward Blade’s] wind blades were shredded in an instant. The three divine arrows, deadly as they were, Boreas dodged with fluid, practiced movement.

A barrier of wind and ice encased the trial ground, shutting out any interference.

Seeing that elemental attacks were useless, Artem changed tactics. He infused the [Skyward Blade] with divine power, using elemental force to speed his movements and shore up his defenses.

Man and wolf clashed.

Boreas’s might was overwhelming. His blows struck like a force of nature—North Wind and biting cold that chilled to the bone.

If not for Artem’s own divine strength, he’d have been flattened immediately.

Instead, he used his smaller size and speed, wind and electro lending him the edge, darting into Boreas’s blind spots to strike, then vanishing again.

After a few slashes drew blood, Boreas grew irate. With a roar, he unleashed the full force of the North Wind, covering the ground in blizzard and gale.

Artem’s speed plummeted; before long, Boreas had driven him into a corner.

“Consort’s lackey! Die!”

With nowhere left to run, Boreas raised a paw, ready to crush Artem with a single blow.

This human—using some god’s stolen power—had actually managed to wound him. It was an insult the proud wolf could not bear.

He was enraged.

So enraged, he failed to notice the faint smile on Artem’s face.

Just as the claws came down, Artem let out a low chuckle, then dropped to one knee, slamming his palm into the ground.

CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—

The ground split apart as countless chains, wreathed in black flame, burst forth, pinning Boreas in place.

The black fire crept up the arena walls, crawling across the barrier until, in seconds, it burned a gaping hole through the once-impenetrable shield.

The instant the barrier was breached, a massive Cryo greatsword appeared above Boreas’s head.

Eula, wreathed in icy mist, leapt down and swung her blade in a fierce attack.

“Awoooo—!”

Helpless and pinned, Boreas howled in rage, twisting, fighting to break free.

North Wind and shards of ice whirled everywhere, lashing out at Eula and Artem like blades of a hailstorm.

Neither backed down.

Eula advanced, weaving through the storm, pressing her attack; even when struck by ice, she never faltered.

Artem, holding Boreas fast, summoned Geo to armor himself—patching every break in the rock as soon as it formed.

Gritting his teeth, he strained with all his strength to keep Boreas pinned, buying Eula every second she needed.

The two of them held out until Eula’s [Glacial Seal] gathered enough Cryo power.

Artem flashed a savage grin, blood trickling between his teeth.

“Farewell, King of the North Wind!”

With those words, he vaulted away, Eula following, just as the [Glacial Seal’s] strike came crashing down.

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T/N: the puppy got jumped...

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