Luo Bu's words caused the expressions of everyone present to change. The pack of two-headed wolves in front of them was already hard enough to deal with, and if a leader were to appear, the situation would undoubtedly become even more dangerous. It should be known that wolves weren't a race that paid particular attention to winning others over with virtue or respect for their elders. If one wanted to become a leader here, one had to possess absolute strength. Once one revealed a weak and powerless side, a new expert would very quickly replace them.
However, becoming a leader also meant that one would have the right to distribute the prey after each hunt. At the same time, one could command the pack, have priority in choosing a mate, and so on …
"In short, it's impossible for a pack of wolves to not have a leader, and you'll often be able to recognize the leader at a glance." The magician finally gave a thoughtful conclusion.
"You … You, the leader you're talking about, don't tell me it's that kind of thing?" Amy, the old thief's follower — the young man who used to love to smile, now had a smile that was uglier than crying. His eyes were filled with fear, and he reached out his trembling hand to point behind the quasi-magus.
"Hmm?" Rob turned around and caught a glimpse of a silhouette. Before he could take a closer look, Lolo once again blocked in front of him.
"Two-headed demon wolf?" Hansen sucked in a breath of cold air. He saw a snow-white two-headed demon wolf slowly walk out from the depths of the forest. Its body was abnormally strong, twice the size of an ordinary two-headed wolf. Its eyes were intelligent, and there was a hint of slyness in its majesty. It slowly swept its gaze over everyone. The blond man couldn't help but shiver when he looked into its eyes. Hilton suspected that it was an illusion. He actually read the disdain that only humans had in those eyes.
As soon as this wolf king appeared, the pack of wolves quieted down and prostrated on the ground to show their respect.
Everyone's expression was as ugly as it could be. Two-headed demon wolf and two-headed wolf only had a difference of one word, but the difference in combat power could be said to be like heaven and earth. Two-headed demon wolf was an unusual species among two-headed wolves. According to a survey conducted by the Magician's Association, on average, there was a probability of one two-headed demon wolf being born in every thousand two-headed wolves.
The members of the expedition team did not expect to be so unlucky. Even with such a small probability, they had encountered them.
Just as the name suggested, if the Two-headed Wolf was a Physical Fighter, then the Two-headed Magic Wolf would be a Magic Fighter. The magic mark on their foreheads was the best proof of their identity. An adult Two-headed Magic Wolf would usually be able to cast one to two Tier 3 Spells.
Perhaps the only thing worth rejoicing about was that compared to magicians, the Two-headed Demon Wolves did not have systematic knowledge of magic. Their use of magic was very rough, and they were still stuck in the primitive stage. It was more of an instinct. The one or two spells they could cast were innate, and they could not learn more spells like magicians.
Even so, the threat of a Two-headed Demonwolf to the exploration team was greater than the sum of the other Two-headed Demonwolves.
"Damn it! To think that we would encounter such ferocious beasts in the outskirts of the Endless Ocean of Trees. Didn't they say that these fellows live deep within the forests?" Captain Hansen's expression finally changed. This Grade 2 Swordsman, who had explored three Underground Cities and experienced countless dangerous battles, once again felt the despair that he had not felt in a long time.
The strength of the exploration team was not enough to deal with a pack of wolves without an Alpha Wolf, let alone in this dangerous situation. No race knew the power of magic better than humans. Grade 2 Spells could easily penetrate ordinary standard armor. The nickname of "Battlefield Harvester" could be said to be true to the magician's name.
At this moment, the Elven Archer, who had been silent throughout the journey, suddenly said, "Look at its right hind leg. I think this is the reason why it appeared here."
As soon as the Two-headed Demonwolf appeared, everyone was intimidated by the powerful aura it emitted. It was not until Beck reminded them that they realized the reason why this Two-headed Demonwolf had appeared so slowly was not to deliberately pressure them, but because it could not walk fast at all. The Alpha Wolf's hind leg carried a very serious injury, so it could not run. Even when it walked, it was limping. It was no wonder that it would leave the depths of the forest and return to the outskirts to lead an inconspicuous small pack.
The blond man seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and his face lit up with joy. "Let's hurry up and run. It can't catch up to us."
In the end, the Priest saw that everyone, including a wolf, was looking at him as if he was an idiot.
In the end, the leader, Hansen, was more kind. He sighed and specially explained to him, "We are already surrounded, and we can't escape. You can't be thinking that it will just watch us kill our way out, right? Moreover, even if we can really successfully break out, what do you think the probability of us escaping from the other Two-headed Demonwolves in this forest?"
The old thief, Edward nodded in agreement. "Wolves are all masters of hunting, especially when it comes to chasing prey. Once you encounter a pack of wolves in the wild, your only hope is to repel them. Running will only speed up your death. Moreover, this forest is their home. Playing hide-and-seek in someone else's home is not a wise choice."
Hilton's face paled when he heard this. "Then what do we do? Stand here and wait for them to bite our heads off one by one?"
"Maybe we can climb up a tree," Lolo suggested.
"For now, it seems like that is the only way." Hansen's eyes were filled with worry. Adventurers who understood this forest knew that in the Endless Sea of Trees, it was best not to climb high unless it was absolutely necessary. This was because the real top predators often did not live under the trees, but in the trees, such as the Tree Breath Worm, the Black Ring Snake, and other unknown dangers in the lush foliage.
However, the Grade 2 Swordsman also knew that at this time, they had no other choice. Climbing up the tree might give them a chance to survive, but staying on the ground would only make them food for the wolves.
After understanding this, Hansen actually relaxed. The only thing he was uncertain about was whether the Two-headed Demonwolf in front of him would give them a chance to climb up the tree. So far, he did not know how many Grade 3 spells it had mastered, and what those spells were.
If it was an AOE buff support spell, they still had a chance. However, if it was a single-target attack spell like Gale Blade, they might face the risk of losing members. The worst case scenario was that the wolf had mastered an AOE attack spell like Acid Mist. If that happened, climbing up the tree would be akin to suicide.
The wolf king was not in a hurry and let everyone gather together to discuss countermeasures. It did not seem to be worried at all. Instead, it was casually sizing up the prey in front of it. Starting from the blonde priest to the old thief, its gaze was as if it was looking at the dishes on the table. This made Hansen's heart sink.
The Two-headed Demonwolf in front of them obviously had a certain level of intelligence. It was impossible for it not to know what the exploration party was thinking. There was only one reason why it was so calm.
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