Locke roared and rushed towards the moonlight wolf, which was still gathering mana. The light spot in the wolf's bloody mouth grew larger and larger, from the size of a rice grain to the size of a fist in an instant. It continued to grow larger. The wolf's ferocious eye was bloodshot as it stared at the little reptile that was about to be annihilated by it.
Locke rushed towards the moonlight wolf's body. Although the moonlight wolf was knocked to the side by Locke, the white light in its mouth was still aimed at Locke. Locke was alarmed and didn't have time to think. He directly pounced on the wolf's head, trying to interrupt its spell release. He didn't know how to interrupt a caster's spell release, but he could guess that if the moonlight wolf closed its mouth, it wouldn't be able to release the spell.
The arm shield on his left hand was twisted beyond recognition. It was made by someone he had hired and was of good quality. But in less than a month, it looked like a piece of scrap metal.
Locke smashed the shield on the moonlight wolf's head, aiming for the injured part. Scarlet wolf blood splattered all over Locke, but the wolf remained unmoved even though it was injured. It was determined to take Locke's life. Locke even saw a hint of contempt in the moonlight wolf's single eye.
"Damn it!" Locke cursed and threw away the shield in his left hand. Holding the dagger in his right hand, he rushed straight for the moonlight wolf's eye. Activating the last trace of impetus in his body, he channeled it into his feet and jumped above the moonlight wolf. Relying on the gravity of the fall, he stabbed the dagger into the wolf's eye.
The moonlight wolf's light spell, Flash Bang, had reached its final moment. Just like how a caster couldn't be disturbed while casting spells, major monsters were stronger and not as fragile as casters, but they would fall into a brief spasm at the last moment. This was the moment Locke jumped. The moonlight wolf couldn't dodge Locke's attack because of the spell in its mouth.
The moonlight wolf howled miserably. Locke's dagger was stuck in its remaining eye. Locke held the dagger with both hands and hung tightly on the wolf's head.
A large amount of blood gushed out of the wolf's eye. The moonlight wolf, which had completely lost its vision, fell into a frenzy. Most importantly, the moonlight wolf didn't fire the flash bang at the last moment. However, the flash bang had already been formed, so it wouldn't dissipate into light elements.
Under the pain, the moonlight wolf clenched its jaws tightly. The flash bomb did not fire, and it exploded directly in the moonlight wolf's mouth.
The fur of the Moonlight Wolf had a certain degree of magic resistance, and it was even more immune to low-level light magic. However, the flesh and blood in the Moonlight Wolf's mouth did not have any magic resistance. After all, Flash was still a low-level magic. A normal low-level magic could kill four or five people in a crowd of ordinary people. This was the horror of magic. It had a wider killing range than combat aura, and it was also faster and had a longer range.
A flash of white light came from the moonlight wolf's teeth, and Locke, who was hanging from the wolf's head, could even smell the smell of burnt barbecue. The power of the Flash Bullet lay in its speed and the burning of the light element. The Moonlight Wolf's attack was equivalent to dealing the full damage of the Flash Bullet.
The old wolf had just advanced, so he didn't have any extra mana to heal his wounds. First, he was severely injured by Locke, and then his own flash bomb exploded in his mouth. The previously unusually handsome Moonlight Wolf was now like a rag doll, bumping around in the jungle.
Locke, who had exhausted his impetus, could only cling tightly to the dagger and hang from the Moonlight Wolf's head. There was no impetus circulation in his body to heal his injuries. The huge pain hit Locke's nerves in an instant, and he could only grit his teeth and hold on. He was not in a hurry at all. The Moonlight Wolf was finished. It was covered in wounds, and the more it jumped around, the more serious the injury Locke had stabbed in its eye, and the closer it was to death.
The old wolf felt that its prey was still lying on its head. Its body had lost a lot of blood and suffered huge magic injuries. After a night, the old wolf felt the familiar smell of death again. This time, there was no moonlight to heal its body, and there was no miracle for it to break through again.
The old wolf had experienced a breakthrough between life and death last night, and it had become more indifferent. Perhaps it just couldn't lead the tribe to prosperity again. Perhaps this was its fate. The old wolf let out a low growl. It was unwilling to accept its fate, but it also obeyed its fate. However, it would not let the prey that harmed it have an easy time.
With its last bit of strength, the old wolf rushed forward with Locke. It knew that Locke had also reached his limit. It wanted Locke to pay with his life.
The wolf and the man ran quickly through the forest. A huge tree was in front of them, but the blind Moonlight Wolf did not notice it at all and crashed straight into it. Locke, who was on the wolf's head, spat out a mouthful of blood and even some of his internal organs. Locke, who was on the Moonlight Wolf's head, almost used his body to bear the full impact of the Moonlight Wolf's desperate attack. Not only were his bones broken, but even his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees.
After the Moonlight Wolf made its final impact, it laid its head weakly under the giant tree and stood there quietly. If someone came over, they would see that the Moonlight Wolf was already dead. Before its death, the old wolf's blind eyes flashed not with nostalgia for life, but memories of the past.
It was born as a wolf cub, following its mother in the tribe to hunt and play with the other wolf cubs of the same tribe.
When it was a little older, its mother's spine was broken by a monster brown bear. Before she died, she tightly protected the wolf cub.
Later, it became murderous. Not only did it kill prey, but it also taught its own kind a lesson. Finally, at the peak of its life, it awakened the demonic genes in its body and became a demonic fire wolf.
It then led the pack to tear the brown bear that killed its mother to pieces. The price was that its left eye was blinded by the brown bear, but it did not regret it at all.
After that, as the leader of the pack, it roamed the forest southwest of Morphey Forest. The surrounding beasts and monsters did not dare to touch it.
After that, it was defeated by the new leader of the pack and left the pack. It began to settle down here at the junction of the Bering Mountains and Morphey Forest.
The old wolf had lived long enough as a wolf. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called an old wolf. At the last moment of its life, the old wolf only had deep memories of its life.
The battle lasted for a long time. Because of the howling of the Moonlight Wolf and the fluctuations of magic, the nearby beasts and possible monsters did not dare to approach the forest. In the winter of the Bering Mountains, low-rank monsters were enough to dominate an area.
After an unknown amount of time, Angelina woke up. Although Locke had protected her, she was still knocked out by the moonlight wolf.
Looking at the color of the sky, it was already afternoon. The surroundings were in a mess. Broken limbs of broken trees were everywhere, and there were spots of blood scattered everywhere. Angelina hunched her body and looked around for Locke. She was also injured, but fortunately, it was not serious.
Finally, after walking into the depths of the forest, she saw the moonlight wolf lying on the side and Locke, whose face was ashen and limbs limp under a tree.
Although there were no beasts in this place now, there was no telling when danger would come. Angelina had learned a lot about the jungle with Locke in the past two days.
Angelina did not care whether Locke was still alive or not. She stepped forward, grabbed one of Locke's arms, carried him on her back, and left the place with difficulty. Angelina's petite body had no idea where she got the strength to carry Locke. The long bloodstains left on the road were all Locke's.
Angelina was lucky enough to find a cave that could accommodate the two of them after walking for a short distance with him on her back. They didn't know what kind of animal lived in the cave before, but there was a fishy smell and some animal droppings in the air. The poor guy must have been scared away by the moonlight wolf's aura and the fluctuations of magic.
After putting Locke down steadily against the wall, Angelina had the time to check Locke's breathing and heartbeat. His heartbeat was very weak. She was relieved that Locke was still alive, but when she saw the wound on his shoulder, her heart turned cold. The wound was so deep that bones could be seen. If there was no miracle, Locke would definitely not survive.
Angelina anxiously tried to think of a way. Unfortunately, there was no healing spell among the spells she knew. Even if there was, the only beginner-level spells that had healing abilities were water Moisturize and light Healing. These two spells were good for treating ordinary wounds, but for serious injuries like Locke's, only mid-rank Lehrlings could learn mid-rank healing spells to save his life.
Light element, light element? Angelina suddenly remembered that the dead moonlight wolf was a light element major monster. Major monsters above low-rank could condense mana into crystal cores. Each core had its own function and was very valuable. Light crystal cores were even more so because they carried the ability that other crystal cores did not have: self-healing.
Seeing that Locke's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Angelina did not dare to delay. She hurried back to dig out the moonlight wolf's crystal core. Before leaving, she took the dagger in Locke's hand as a tool. Although Locke was weak and unconscious at this time, he still held the dagger tightly in his hand. It took Angelina a lot of effort to pry open Locke's hand.
Locke felt like he had come to hell because he felt endless pain here. It was pitch-black everywhere. Why did it feel so familiar? He seemed to have been here before, but he couldn't remember. The darkness swallowed Locke. Just as he was about to sink into oblivion, a warm force burst from his chest and continuously transmitted to him. Locke, who was about to fall into eternal darkness, was pulled back by this force.
Half a month later, the Bering Mountains, which had already entered winter, turned into a world of ice and snow. Everywhere was covered in silver. In the snow-white forest, a black dot slowly moved.
A barbarian with worn-out clothes and worn shoes was dragging a frozen wild rabbit on the snowy ground with great difficulty.
It wasn't until noon that the savage stopped at a col and put down the rope that was dragging the hare. He pushed the pile of snow in front of him hard and a hole just big enough for one person to enter and exit appeared. He turned around and dragged his prey into the cave.
The cave was very simple. There was almost nothing inside. The only thing that could be considered an object was a piece of turf near the inside of the cave. There was another savage lying on the turf, motionless. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, it would be hard to believe that he was still alive.
The savage who had just returned to the cave put his prey aside and collapsed on the turf, lying close to the motionless savage.