Brando could not be bothered with the spoiled noble's daughter. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the pack of wolves. As soon as Wydd's centaur guards retreated, the black wolves became restless.
In just a few moments, the beasts had surrounded them. The eleven black wolves were like sharks swimming in a black tide. Brando could see that they were driving their own kind forward, intending to surround them.
Brando did not hold back. At first, he had summoned the Wind Spirit Spiders to hide in the forest to avoid attracting too much attention. But at this moment, he waved his hand and more than two hundred golden light spots immediately rose from the forest like bombers. They soared into the sky and dived towards the black wolves. Every time they swooped down, a golden beam of light would appear.
Brando did not hold back this time. He directly launched a round of attacks. More than a hundred beams of light flickered in the night sky. Every time they flickered, a few black wolves would turn into ashes.
He looked expressionlessly at the number of experience points flowing down like a waterfall. It looked spectacular, but in reality, there was not much experience points.
It was just that the source of experience points was a little shocking on the battlefield.
The golden beams of light were at their densest, almost weaving into a large net. Under Brando's command, the net of light slowly extended backwards. Any black wolf that passed through the net of light would immediately be set ablaze and turned into a dazzling ball of fire. For a moment, the fire within the pack of wolves rose and fell one after another, forming a dazzling field of white light.
The black wolves that were set ablaze continued to move forward, but after a few steps, they would turn into a ball of burning tar. Countless black wolves repeated this process, and finally, the net of light flickered slightly and then disappeared.
The whole process lasted only a blink of an eye.
In the next moment, Wydd and his centaurs stopped at the same time. These centaurs had seen the most tragic battles in the Black Forest. They had even fought against dragons before. But this time, they could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
From where they stood, the net of light extended for nearly a hundred feet.
The pack of black wolves that had been as dense as the tide had all disappeared, leaving behind only an empty expanse of charred ashes.
In less than a breath's time, hundreds and thousands of black wolves were annihilated. Even the black wolves in the distance were frightened by this terrifying attack and became hesitant to move forward.
5250 experience points.
Brando remained unmoved. He once again paid 2 Earth EP to replenish the Holy Sword Technique's consumption. The Wind Spirit Spider glowed brightly in the air, as though it was waiting for the Black Wolf Lords to make their next move.
However, the black wolf continued to linger.
"Let's hurry and advance!" Brando heard Wade ordering his subordinates from afar. Indeed, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
But that was not what Brando wanted to achieve.
He raised his head and looked past the black waves. Beyond the limits of his vision, he saw the foggy areas on the battlefield.
Beside him, Quinn, the leader of the Tree Elves, also looked in that direction.
"There's an Alpha," Quinn said.
Brando nodded. The wolf pack's reaction proved that. He didn't use Holy Sword Technique to open up a path through the tide of black wolves — that was Elder Wydd's mission — but to see how the wolves would react.
But the black wolves' reaction was quite 'reasonable'.
But Brando knew that the real monsters were not like this. Monsters were creatures that were distorted by magic, especially low-level monsters like the black wolves. They were violent and lacked intelligence. They would never retreat when attacked. Instead of looking at them as individuals, it was better to look at them as a whole.
An injured black wolf would only become more violent.
But they retreated.
This meant that the black wolves were intentionally avoiding harm. Only the alpha of the wolf pack, the male wolf, could do this. Because the male wolf had the intelligence of an adult human, it could consciously order the wolves to reduce their losses.
But this reasonable reaction exposed the existence of the king of the wolf pack.
After a short while.
A long howl suddenly sounded in the misty battlefield. This howl was different from the usual black wolves. It was loud and mournful, as if it was announcing something.
"It knows that we've found it." Quinn's expression changed. He took out his longbow and whispered.
The black wolves began to move.
Brando nodded again. The beast was very cunning. It probably guessed his intention. It was a little creepy, especially when you knew that a beast had the same intelligence as you and was plotting to rip out your throat.
You couldn't help but have a feeling of goosebumps on your back.
At least Brando saw Carglise, who was always fearless, change his expression. "How can a beast be so smart?" The young noble from the Macsen region could not help but ask.
The Tree Elves put up a finger and made a shushing gesture. "Shhh."
"That's a male wolf. Don't question its authority. Be careful, it might slit your throat in your sleep." The Tree Elves whispered.
This time, it was not only Carglise. The strange tone made Jenos and Roland shiver.
Brando saw this scene and did not find it funny at all.
This was a male wolf.
In the Black Forest, there had always been a legend:
Every hundred years, when the two moons shone together — the year of the tidal cycle, the young wolves that were born under the red moonlight would eat their siblings and parents. They would then grow into giant wolves that were stronger, more outstanding, more cunning, and more ferocious than ordinary wolves.
Male wolves.
Another legend mentioned that the male wolf was the mate of Échis, the Wolf's Calamity. They would mate in the summer, and their offspring would walk like humans. They were the scourge of the Dark Forest that had existed for thousands of years — the Night Shadow.
No matter which legend it was, it portrayed the cunning and ferocity of the male wolf.
And it was the truth.
Brando looked at the misty battlefield. His gaze seemed to penetrate the fog.
"Amandina," he said.
"Yes?" Amandina took a deep breath and turned around. Her face was a little pale.
Amandina was very nervous. She could barely hear her own heartbeat due to the low growls around her. She was surrounded by an endless tide of black wolves. It was as if she was a small boat in the middle of a stormy sea that could capsize at any time.
In fact, everyone was the same. The young people did not look too good either.
Moreover, the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell. Amandina, who came from Braggs, could not help but feel nauseous when she thought about where the smell came from.
But she resisted the urge to vomit. She pulled her skirt with one hand to prevent it from getting dirty. She walked up to Brando and asked: "My lord, is there anything I can help you with?"
"I remember that the potions I made are with you, right?"
"Yes."
"Give me the grey one."
Amandina immediately opened a small leather pouch at her waist. Brando looked at the various potions neatly arranged and carefully sorted. He could not help but raise his eyebrows. At least he could not do this.
Even if he was a level 130 Warrior, Brando was still used to putting all the potions together randomly. It was as if taking them out would give him a surprise.
But most of the time, taking out the wrong potion in the game could be fatal. Especially when you were on the verge of death and wanted to find a bottle of No.7 Holy Water, only to find a bottle of ketchup after searching for a long time.
You know how embarrassing that is.
But this bad habit had been with him for many years. Brando did not want to change it, but he found that at least he had an assistant who could help him change this habit.
Amandina took out the third test tube from the left. The whole process took less than a second, and the potion was handed to Brando.
"Amandina." Brando took the potion and could not help but call out.
"Yes?" Amandina was slightly surprised.
"Compared to Tia," he replied, unplugging the cork from the test-tube, "you and Ferro are more like sisters. But who is the elder and who is the younger?"
Amandina glared at him, but did not forget to close the pouch carefully.
Brendel raised his head and looked at the battlefield. The fog seemed to have thickened, and there seemed to be an endless number of beasts with blood-red eyes surging out from the fog. They were closing in again, and the situation on the battlefield was changing.
[Could it be that this pack of wolves is the Misthowler?]
Brando knew that every male wolf had a unique name and had a unique ability. Legend has it that the Howling Male Wolf could travel through the fog and take away the lives of travelers who had lost their way in the white fog.
He frowned. Nature-type male wolves were the most difficult to deal with. In comparison, he was more willing to deal with physical-type wolves. For example, Bloodclaw and Frostbite were much easier to deal with.
[What a pity.]
Brando cursed under his breath. The cunning of the Misthowler Male Wolves was beyond his expectations. He did not expect that the Druids would not be able to attract the attention of two Misthowler Male Wolves at the same time. It was difficult for his party to deal with just one Misthowler Male Wolf.
It was a Misthowler Male Wolf.
It was a monster that had awakened its Element Power.
The fog was getting thicker, and Brando was not the only one who noticed it. The youths stopped talking as the strange changes in their surroundings made them nervous.
Erouine's party had also gotten closer, and Brando could see the Knights in green armor approaching them through the fog.
He raised his head and drank the murky grey liquid in the test tube.
It was an Eagle's Eye Potion that could increase Perception and Vision by 20 OZ for an hour. The ingredients were Giant Eagle Feather and Magic Fern. These two ingredients were as expensive as cabbages in the Green Tower, but the potion itself was very useful, so Brando had made a lot of it.
Brando drank the potion and immediately felt his vision become clear. It was as if the fog had become transparent. He turned his head and saw a shadow the size of a mountain in the north.
"Fuck," Brando cursed under his breath: "That was fast."
He immediately raised his hand and signaled everyone, especially the centaur elders in front of him, to slow down. There was no point in speeding up now. If they did not kill the Misthowler Male Wolf, none of them would have a chance.
The surroundings became eerily quiet.
Then, an abrupt scream broke the brief silence — —
It was the scream of a human before they died.
… …
(PS: Second Update. Rumor: It is said that a certain King of Traps has resumed publication, hahaha …)
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