After crossing the mountains and arriving at the other side of the mountain where the attack occurred, the Demon Ape quickly pulled out the two "little bamboo sticks" that were irritating his nerves.
It roared, and its remaining beast eyes widened, with bloodshot eyes visible to the naked eye due to anger.
He recognized these things, weapons used by some kind of bipedal creatures. Countless winters ago, he had been injured by these things, and recently those creatures had broken open his chest and driven them away.
Just when Warcraft was about to pour out his unwillingness and anger on everything around him as usual, reason stopped him.
The demon ape regained his composure, and the magical fluorescence lingered in the wound. The magic circle was quickly outlined on it and took effect.
Immediately, the blood stopped flowing out, and the wound began to heal until a faint scar was left. Unless the hair dyed red could prove it, it would be as if he had never been injured.
As a monster that has survived in the wilderness for many years, he did not stand out by blindly following instinct and recklessness like other hunters.
He wants revenge, he wants to tear off the limbs of those bipedal creatures, drink their blood, and crush their bones and fresh flesh!
For this reason, he will not run away like prey or fight back desperately. He needs time, enough time to recover enough to crush the ants.
...
"So, you should be careful when choosing prey, little wolfhounds." Lake took a step back, calmly withdrew his sword, and then flicked it. The spilled blood beads gathered in a straight line, pouring on the ground to form a bright red blood trail. .
It was as if he was just doing trivial things like straightening his bowler hat and tidying up his clothes.
At Lake's feet was a giant corpse covered in brown and gray, lifeless.
About five meters long with its tail, it is a nightmare that countless adventurers don't want to face no matter what, a fourth-level monster, the wilderness wolf.
Even for the slightly famous elite adventurers, there are almost only two situations they can consider:
1. Think about how to give other hunters a chance to discover your bones so that you can build a grave for yourself.
2. Hold them back at all costs, try your best to erase traces and smells, and pray to the goddess that the monsters can find better prey than themselves.
Not only is it equivalent to the Bronze level when it reaches adulthood, the Wild Wolf itself also retains the cunning and caution that does not belong to Warcraft, but belongs to animals such as wolves, plus the rare gregarious attribute among Warcraft.
They are the absolute elite hunters in the jungle and wilderness.
They will not hunt when they are not sure, on the contrary, they do not mind how strong their target is as long as they are sure.
Long-distance, scattered spell bombardment, treatment and entanglement, bite and culling, and even encirclement and consumption during pursuit.
Everything is so orderly, like a real hunter stalking his prey.
Facing such four or five bronze-level behemoths.
Even the most powerful upper-level Bronze level adventurers are still afraid of him.
But now... there are only four corpses.
Within three hundred meters, it was like a storm passing through. Tree trunks, which were thicker than the stone pillars in the luxurious theater, were cut in half and divided into several sections, and some were even crushed into sawdust.
The ground seemed to have been plowed, and the vegetation was gone. Some of it is just dark brown, exposed soil, which has been cut open by inhuman forces. Several gullies tens of meters long and more than an inch deep, deep craters after bombing.
Lake put away the wolf corpse with another gem-set ring, pulled out two throwing knives from the other corpse and inserted them back into his waist.
This is all money! It's a gold coin! A certain employer did not specify that he would hand over other gains from the mission, so Lake naturally would not let go of this good thing to subsidize his family's income.
Warcraft is not a weed that grows in the ground. It can be found everywhere. It can be pulled out at any time for hundreds of gold coins. Sometimes Rake wanders around the restricted area for a week, persecuting, no, hunting them, and they may not get this income.
"I didn't expect that it took me a little longer. I hope 'he' won't run too far." After a little tidying up, Lake's figure disappeared into the sea of shrubs and trees.