Half-elf Notebook

After crossing the mountains and arriving at the other side of the mountain where the attack took place, the demon ape quickly pulled out the two "little bamboo sticks" that were irritating his nerves.

It growled, and its remaining pupils widened widely, with bloodshot visible to the naked eye due to anger.

He recognized these things, weapons used by some bipedal creatures. He had been injured by these things countless winters ago, and recently those creatures had broken open his chest and driven them here.

Just as the Warcraft was about to vent his resentment and anger on everything around him as he had done in the past, reason stopped him.

The demon ape regained its composure, the fluorescent light of magic lingered on the wound, and the magic circle was quickly drawn on it and took effect.

Then the blood stopped flowing and the wound began to heal, leaving only a shallow scar. If it were not for the red hair that proved it, it would be as if the injury had never been sustained.

As a magical beast that has survived in the wilderness for many years, he definitely did not stand out by blindly following his instincts and being reckless like other hunters.

He wants revenge. He wants to tear off the limbs of those bipedal creatures, drink their blood, and bite their bones and flesh!

For this reason, he would not run away like a prey or fight back desperately. He needed time, enough time to recover enough strength to crush the ants.

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"So, you should be more careful when choosing prey, little wolfhounds." Rick took a step back, calmly drew back his sword, and swung it. The spilled blood beads gathered into a straight line, pouring on the ground to form a bright red bloodstain.

It was as if he was just doing trivial things like straightening his hat and tidying his clothes.

At Rick's feet was a giant corpse that was completely brown and gray and had lost all life.

The tail is about five meters long. It is a nightmare that countless adventurers do not want to face at all costs. It is a fourth-tier magical beast, the Wilderness Demon Wolf.

Even for the elite adventurers with a little fame, there are almost only two situations they can consider in front of them:

1. Think about how to give other hunters a chance to discover your remains so that they can build a grave for you.

Second, hold them back at all costs, try your best to erase all traces and scents, and pray to the goddess that the monsters can find better prey than you.

Not only is it equivalent to bronze level when it grows up, the Wild Wolf also retains the cunning and caution that are unique to wolves and not Warcraft, as well as the rare social attributes of Warcraft.

They are the absolute elite hunters in the jungle and wilderness.

They will not hunt when they are unsure; on the contrary, as long as they are sure, they don't mind how powerful the target is.

Long-range, scattered spell bombardment, treatment and entanglement, biting and killing, and even encirclement and consumption during pursuit.

Everything was so orderly, just like a real hunter hunting his prey.

Facing four or five bronze-level behemoths like this.

Even the powerful upper bronze-level adventurers could not help but feel terrified.

And now... there are only four corpses.

It was as if a storm was passing through within three hundred meters. Tree trunks thicker than the stone pillars decorating the luxurious theater were cut in half, divided into several sections, and some were even directly crushed into sawdust.

The ground looked like it had been plowed, with no grass or trees. There was only dark brown soil, which had been cut open by an inhuman force. There were several trenches tens of meters long and more than an inch deep, deep pits left by the bombing.

Rick used another jeweled ring to collect the wolf corpse, and pulled out two throwing knives from another corpse and put them back into his waist.

These are all money! Gold coins! The employer did not specify that he had to hand over other gains from the mission, so Rick would naturally not miss such a good opportunity to supplement his family income.

Warcraft is not a weed growing in the ground. It can be found everywhere and pulled out at will for a few hundred gold coins. Sometimes Rick will specifically hang out in the restricted area for a week, persecuting, no, even hunting them may not bring in that much income.

"I didn't expect it took so much time. I hope he won't run too far." After a little tidying up, Rick's figure flashed and disappeared into the sea of ​​bushes.