Chapter 90: Space Wolves: There Are No Wolves on Fenris (Part 3)
[The azure energy field penetrates a thick layer of snow.]
[Accompanied by the deafening roar of the Ice Demon, its terrifying five-meter-tall body overturned a large area of snow, revealing its hidden traces.]
[The black power armor of Wolf Priest Urik made a low sound, and his tall figure had already rushed towards the Ice Demon. ]
[You can hardly catch his movements and steps. ]
[In the blink of an eye, the terrifying ice demon was hit hard on the vulnerable knee by the buzzing power staff.]
[Accompanied by the painful roar of the Ice Demon once again. ]
[The power staff emitting a deep blue energy field continuously falls around the opponent's weak points.]
["Hunting and fighting are never simple skills. You need to make a complete plan in your mind, be familiar with the characteristics of the prey, and control your impulsive desire to attack…" Ulric's vigorous and powerful voice was transmitted to your ears through the howling of the ice demon.]
[The power scepter in his hand could restrict the Ice Demon's next move every time it fell.]
[Urik's every attack was as easy and skillful as butchering a cow. ]
[That was the combat experience and accumulation that endless years had brought him. ]
[Until the Ice Demon's terrifying body fell heavily to the ground, the opponent was not even able to make a powerful counterattack against Urik. ]
["Mortal boy… do you remember?" Ulric, wearing the wolf skull, swung the power staff for the last time and chopped it down on the huge head of the ice demon. ]
[A stream of boiling brain matter splashed into the surrounding snow, making a sizzling corrosion sound.]
[You stared in amazement at Wolf Priest Urik, who had ended the battle so easily, and spread your hands helplessly.]
[In the fourth week, you followed Urik through the white wasteland and came to the bottom of a cliff.]
[You obtained several wooden swords and javelins with tight wood. ]
[You have only one target for attack, and that is Wolf Priest Urik.]
[Ulric took off the wolf skull and built a huge bonfire, and began to roast a dragon-like Drax. ]
[You can only get the right to taste the food if you touch the opponent's black power armor with a wooden sword or a javelin.]
[You launched your attack without stopping.]
[Ulric, who was concentrating on roasting Draxmon, didn't even turn his head, and just moved a little to avoid the flying spear. ]
[You choose to step forward for close combat, swinging the wooden sword in your hand. ]
[Your attempts have never been successful. Urik simply raised a wooden stick and easily blocked the wooden sword coming from a tricky direction.]
[You are so hungry that you have to think quickly. ]
[You resume your attack.]
[You dodged the blow from the stick and successfully entered the area in front of Urik]
[You broke the tightly bound wooden sword with force.]
[The scattered wood chips quickly flew through the air and hit Urik's black power armor.]
["Cunning mortal boy, your behavior reminds me of a shameful kid…" Wolf Priest Urik looked down at you who was sitting on the ground exhausted and let out a low laugh. ]
[You have earned the right to eat. ]
[After you finish eating voraciously. ]
[Urik suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the nearby cliffs.]
["Now, you need to climb up that cliff... If you can reach the top alive, I will take you to the next trial. If you die accidentally, I will not bury your body. You will serve as nutrients to give back to everything in Fenris..."]
[Wolf Priest Ulrik's powerful voice was filled with solemnity.]
[You remained silent, craned your neck to gaze at the cliff, and nodded slowly to Urik.]
[You have packed all your equipment.]
[You begin to climb up the cliff.]
[The first few hundred meters are no problem for you.]
[But with the dual threats of howling wind and loose rocks, you have to slow down your climbing.]
[Every move you make is more careful. ]
[Your mind gradually empties, and only the touch of your fingertips and your increasingly heavy breathing can prove your existence. ]
[You seem to have adapted to this exciting and dangerous cliff. ]
[You climb slowly but steadily.]
[The sky is gloomy, and as the temperature drops, your fingers gradually become stiff. ]
[You slow down your climb once again.]
[Every half meter you move upward, you need to warm up your ten fingers alternately. ]
[Just then, your fingers grasp onto a loose rock.]
[You are startled.]
[Accompanied by the sound of rocks falling and rolling, you quickly pulled out the simple dagger made from sea monster teeth from your waist and inserted it into the inside of the cliff.]
[You barely managed to stop your falling body.]
[You took a deep breath of cold air and gathered your scattered mind.]
[You carefully climbed back onto the cliff.]
[You accidentally glanced at the abyss below from the corner of your eye, and your heart beat violently a few times. ]
[You calmed down and looked up into the distance.]
[You slowly closed your eyes.]
[You choose to believe in your long-trained strong body and the blessing from the Emperor. ]
[You climb up the cliff without hesitation.]
[You seem to have lost your sense of time, and your only goal is to climb to the top of the cliff.]
[When you open your eyes again. ]
[You are less than one meter away from the top. ]
[Blasts of biting cold wind continue to pour into your bearskin suit. ]
[You grinned with your cracked lips, and burst out the remaining strength in your body, charging towards the top of the cliff.]
[You have successfully climbed to the top of the cliff. ]
[You don't have time to enjoy the excitement and joy of success. ]
[Hungry and cold, you lie exhausted on the cold cliff, wishing you could fall asleep immediately.]
["Congratulations, mortal boy, you succeeded... You have accomplished this feat with your will alone, without the help of your companions or any corresponding training!"]
[The wolf priest Urik, who had already appeared on the top of the cliff, slowly walked into your inverted sight.]
["But… cherish the peace you have now. This is just the beginning of the entire trial. Your journey to becoming the Son of Russ is still long…"]
[You vaguely notice that Wolf Priest Urik has taken out a communication device.]
[Soon after, a Thunderhawk transport plane painted black appeared over the cliff, its engine making a loud roar.]
["What's so surprising about this? The road ahead is not suitable for measuring with feet. We are not primitive people... We are Space Wolves!"]
[Wolf Priest Urik seemed to notice the confusion on your face. He lifted your body with one hand and laughed loudly.]
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