Mist lingered in the mountains. After the battle, there was a strange tranquility in the forest.
Hundreds of centaurs were scattered in the forest, taking a short rest after the battle. Not far away, the young men from Erouine were almost all injured, and the Tree Elves were not much better. After killing thousands of wolves to open a bloody path, everyone felt a kind of exhaustion from the depths of their bones.
This kind of exhaustion was like a pair of dying claws grabbing at your nerves, dragging you into the abyss of drowsiness. But even if their eyelids were fighting, no one dared not to be alert.
Brendel sat on a withered tree that had fallen to the ground. He did not know which era the tree was from, but the hollow trunk was covered with layers of moss, and there was even a bunch of mushrooms growing under it. He held his injured cheek with one hand, and even though it was painful, he gritted his teeth and allowed Meria to cast a healing prayer on him.
Fortunately, the healing spell was as powerful as in the game. Brando felt a slight itch on his wound, but it quickly healed and the pain disappeared.
But the excessive blood loss still caused the fatigue. The healing spell could accelerate the metabolism, but it could not produce energy out of thin air.
After casting the last spell, Merial took out a small piece of dry food from her bag and handed it to him. "Eat something, Mr. Baron. It will make you feel better." Her voice was a little soft, but it was very pleasant to hear.
"Have you been on the battlefield?" Brando asked.
"As a cleric, I participated in the Knight's operation." Merial replied with her head lowered.
"Cleaning up bandits?"
Merial nodded.
"Have you seen a dead person?"
"Yes."
"No wonder." Brando secretly sighed that he had picked up a treasure. An experienced cleric who did not have a position in the temple was very rare among the NPCs.
It was just that Merial did not seem to have any sense of belonging to the group. He vaguely felt that this trainee cleric was knowledgeable, and most knowledgeable people had their own opinions, and it was much harder to fool them than the average person.
But did this knowledge come from books, or did it come from personal experience?
Brando asked, "Do you like that guy?"
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a series of coughs coming from behind him. Brando didn't need to turn around to know who it was. But Merial also blushed. She lowered her head and did not answer.
Brando smiled. Although you didn't answer, I already have an answer. As long as he had Carglise in his grasp, he wouldn't have to worry about the Priestess staying behind.
At the same time, he also confirmed Meria's gender.
Amandina sat beside Brando and couldn't help but chuckle. Brando's thoughts couldn't escape her mind, but she couldn't help but laugh at his blunt question.
Since Sir Lord isn't good at these things, why don't you just let me do it? the noble lady couldn't help but think.
"My Lord, when do we depart?" Carglise noticed the strange atmosphere, and Meria's blushing face made him a little uncomfortable. He coughed and hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt.
"Depart?" Brando was a little amused. He put down his hand, and there was a light white scar on his left cheek. The color was different from the rest of his skin: "What's the hurry?"
When the Black Wolf Lord bit him, its fangs were like daggers that cut across his cheek, leaving a long wound. The wound extended from his forehead to his cheek. Fortunately, it was blocked by the frontal bone, or else according to Meria, he would have lost his left eye.
Brando was scolded by Amandina because of this, but she knew that Brando had no choice but to let it go.
"Ahem," Carglise coughed again. He knew Brando's plan: "Of course I'm in a hurry. Didn't my Lord say that we only have a few hours left?"
Even though they had only known each other for less than a month, Carglise had gradually become familiar with his Lord's personality. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he liked to criticize Erouine, Brando would have been the best follower in his mind.
"That's true," Brando replied: "But there's no need to hurry. Everyone needs to rest." He raised his eyes and looked at Carglise: "Are you feeling guilty?"
Carglise coughed heavily and decided not to answer.
Brendel smiled and took out a pitch-black, spindle-shaped stone from his backpack. The previous battle could be considered tragic. He had lost four of his youths, and it was the first time they had suffered such a loss since they entered the Dark Forest.
Other than those who died, there were also some who were seriously injured. It could be said that ten percent of the youths that Brando personally trained had lost their ability to fight on the battlefield, and this was even under the protection of the Centaurs and Tree Elves.
However, he was satisfied that the death of their companions did not defeat the youths. Although it was inevitable that their morale was low, at least they did not despair or break down.
This meant that they were already qualified warriors.
Brando believed that the youths under his command would become excellent seedlings after more training and tempering. Although they might not be as good as the players of the past, they would at least be able to step into the current era.
Under his guidance as a Player — —
Some of these youths might be injured or die, but no matter what, they would become the first batch of beneficiaries of the Great Demonic Wave. This was a treatment that only the brightest geniuses in history could enjoy.
Thinking of this, he could not help but subconsciously turn around. The injured Centaurs were resting in the forest. They had suffered the most losses in this battle. According to the Centaur Elder Wyrd, at least a third of the Centaurs had left the battle.
Most of them were dragged into the Dark Wolf Tide and torn to pieces.
Of course, the Tree Elves and Druids had also suffered some losses, but it was not as bad as the Centaurs. Now, he only had about four hundred Centaur Elder Guards left. They were Intermediate Silver-ranked warriors.
Then there were more than two hundred Tree Elf Archers. To be honest, as a Lower Silver-ranked ranged unit, Brando was reluctant to send the Tree Elf army into a war of attrition. He imagined for a long time what would happen if he sent the Tree Elves to Tónigel's battlefield.
But it was a pity that most of these Tree Elves were destined to fall in this forest tonight.
Lastly, there were the dozens of youths under his command, and the dozen or so Silver-ranked Knight in Erouine's diplomatic party. However, it was unlikely that Count Audine would give him command of the Knight, so Brando automatically ignored them.
He glanced at the nobles. Audine and Dolant were fine in the previous battle, but the noble female scholar had died on the battlefield.
Brando could not help but sigh. He had saved the female scholar's life because she was Scholar Anthony. Unfortunately, he could only save her once, but in the end, he could not save her a second time.
This made him sigh.
Although the casualties were heavy, the result was still glorious. In the eyes of almost everyone except for Brando, killing a male wolf was already an impossible task. The ability that the male wolf displayed at the end showed its rank.
Elemental Activation.
Those who were slightly knowledgeable understood what it meant. Brando, Quinier, and Scarlet were only Lower Gold-ranked, but they were able to kill it. Of course, the main credit for this was Brando.
Everyone saw the last scene. Brando's attack that changed the direction of the Misty Howler's spell confirmed his identity as a Master of Curses and Swords.
In addition to the male wolf, there were more than three Black Wolf Lords and countless Black Wolves that died under Brando's sword at the beginning of the battle. The Wolf Tide within a radius of a thousand square meters was swept twice in a row.
Brando did not notice it at the time, but after the battle, he was shocked by the increase in experience points.
Other than the 35,000 experience points from killing the Misty Howler, the experience points from killing the Black Wolves and Black Wolf Lords was as high as 23,250.
That one attack gave him almost 60000 experience points, and after that, he gained almost 12000 experience points from fighting in 'party mode' or 'army mode'. This battle alone gave Brando more than 70000 experience points.
Brando calculated this number, which meant that they had killed at least ten thousand Black Wolves.
The only regret was that the number of Black Wolves was too large, and the drops from the Black Wolf Lords were all wasted. Thinking of this, Brando looked at the cold stone shuttle in his hand. Fortunately, he had obtained this item. Just this one item alone was worth the price of the ticket.
"What is this?" Scarlet, who was sitting at the side and leaning on the Lightning Spear, looked at Brando holding the item in his hand without saying a word. She held back her curiosity, but she was not as good as Amandina. She finally could not help but reveal her small canine teeth and ask.
Brando looked up and smiled mysteriously: "You mean this? This is something good. "
"My Lord, don't keep me in suspense," Carglise could not help but roll his eyes: "Hurry up and tell me, I want to know what this is too. It looks like it's worth a lot of money."
[Worth a lot of money?]
This time, it was Brando's turn to roll his eyes. [Young man, you should know that this item is a divine item that cannot be bought even if you have money. Countless guilds would go crazy for it. You should know that it is not as simple as just money.]
[But in other words, it is unlikely that Carglise knows what money is.]
He replied, "This is Hati's Heart of Calamity."
"Échis' Heart of Calamity?"
"The Alpha Wolf Échis?" Amandina asked.
"Ah, something like that. But this is not Échis' Heart. It is a rare magic item. Legend has it that it seals the soul of a Male Wolf and imprisons the violent Mana and Chaos. "
"Mana and Chaos?" Carglise asked in confusion.
Brando nodded and looked at the long stone shuttle in his hand. This thing is the source and core of the Male Wolf's power. Or rather, it is a Male Wolf. The one who owns this stone shuttle is the Alpha Wolf!
"What does it do?" Carglise asked again.
"You will see soon." Brando answered. The Heart of Calamity was a talisman, but its usage was different from ordinary talismans.
As for how to use it … …
He raised his hand and placed the stone shuttle flat on his forehead. Everyone watched as the stone shuttle in his hand suddenly vibrated and emitted a red light. Then, it softened and strangely melted into Brando's forehead.
The stone shuttle went deeper and deeper into his skin. The red light seeped into his skin and spread out like a pattern. Then, it formed a circle of abstract thorn-like patterns on his forehead. Then, the red light slowly faded, and the color of the patterns gradually turned gray.
The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes before it finally subsided.
Brando raised his head. The stone shuttle had turned dark red, and under the circle of patterns, it displayed a strange beauty. That grayish-white scar extended from his forehead to his cheek, diluting the bewitching aura once again.
The combination of the two made everyone unable to take their eyes off him for a moment.
"So," Brando raised his head and answered, "it's considered done."
"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.
Amandina was even more stunned. She looked at Brando's strange appearance and was speechless for a moment.
As soon as Brando's voice fell, he saw a green web of light weave a series of information on his retina. It seemed to be made up of countless words. The green dots then reformed into words:
"Nest Lord System found, neural connection —"
"Connection complete."
"Willpower passed —"
"Obtained 'Alpha Wolf' status."
The green light flashed, and Brando immediately sensed many familiar auras in the surrounding forest. The furthest one was still a few miles away, and it was the scattered wolves that they had shaken off.
With a thought, he immediately sent out a message to one of them. In a moment, the tyrannical aura began to move towards their direction.
[Peak Silver rank, agility is at least 100 OZ. Its movement speed is very fast, and it will reach this place in a few minutes.]
[It's a mature Black Wolf Lord.] Brando immediately concluded.
Everyone looked at him, but he did not say a word. Not far away, Quinn suddenly stood up from the bushes and looked at the side of the forest vigilantly.
He immediately signaled to the others. [The Black Wolf has caught up.]
Everyone's expression changed, and they immediately looked at Brando. This young lord had previously promised that he had shaken off the Black Wolf.
But Brando's expression did not change, and he only looked in that direction.
A moment later.
Accompanied by a loud crash, a huge Black Wolf Lord leaped out from the bushes and landed heavily on the ground. Its body was almost the size of a carriage, and when it landed, the ground shook slightly, but it did not immediately attack.
Instead, it raised its head and looked at Brando with its blood-red eyes.
Scarlet, who was beside Brando, immediately drew her spear and wanted to stop it. The Tree Elf leader, Quinn, also raised his bow and aimed at the Black Wolf Lord.
If Brando did not raise his hand to signal them to stop, he would have done so.
Then he raised his head and looked into the Black Wolf Lord's eyes. The latter hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly approached. But it did not take any offensive actions, and instead stopped not far from Brando. Then it used its huge head to sniff Brando.
Then it intimately rubbed against him.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.
Carglise was the first to react, "This … This is the function of this thing?!" If he did not see it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it.
Brando reached out his hand and touched the Black Wolf Lord's furry nose. He then turned around and smiled proudly, "Why, do you think there's a problem?"
"No … No … That's not it …" Carglise's eyes suddenly lit up, "My lord, how many wolves can you control?"
Brando thought for a moment, "The system recognizes me as a small wolf pack, and I can only control two Lords and two hundred Black Wolves. But this thing has growth potential, so it's called a Divine Artifact. "
"The system?" Carglise was stunned.
"Ahem, it's just a name." Only then did Brendel realize that he seemed to have gotten a little carried away, but it was not his fault. Hati's Heart of Calamity was really too demonic. In the early stages of the game, as long as one player had it, it was simply a power that could sweep through everything.
However, it was unlikely for one player to obtain it. Most of the time, it was owned by the large guilds. This was because it would attract too much attention if one player had it. After all, it was a guaranteed drop in the game when a character died.
Moreover, it was embedded in the forehead, attracting attention.
He remembered that the first Échis's Heart of Calamity was also dropped during the Wolf Tide. Could it be a drop from the Howling Mist? Brendel's heart skipped a beat. Could it really be possible? Did this mean that this thing was a fixed drop?
He could not help but scratch his head. At first, he thought that he had been infected by Felaern, and that his bad luck in the game had finally been broken. But now, it seemed that it was not the case.
But if the Howling Mist was a fixed drop, then it meant that the other Male Wolves were the same. Or perhaps, this was the setting of the Monster Tide.
Brando could not help but recall the good things that had been dropped during the Wolf Tide. Other than Échis's Heart of Calamity, there seemed to be a Claw of Awakening and a Talisman of the Fanged Mythical Beast.
Brando was a little tempted, but he knew very well that he did not have the ability to reap more benefits from the Wolf Tide. If he was a step late, he might even end up in the belly of the Wolves. Therefore, he could only resist the urge to pry into the legendary equipment.
One must be content with what one has. Brando comforted himself. After all, it was already a surprise that he had obtained Échis's Heart of Calamity. The Heart of Calamity, the Claw of Awakening. The Talisman of the Talisman of the Talisman of the Fanged Mythical Beast was the best one.
And more importantly —
He was the only player here, so there would not be any Player Guilds that would come looking for trouble with him.
Moreover, the so-called drop upon death was not a punishing attribute to him, was it?
Brando was very pleased. Échis's Heart of Calamity was something that he did not even dare to think about in the game. In fact, he had never paid attention to it. At most, he only knew of its name.
He had struck it rich this time!
… …
(PS: My body is a little better today. I wanted to rest for a day, but I felt more energetic tonight. So I tried to write a chapter, and it ended up being 5000 words. Let's post it together. I'll stop at 5000 words for today. I'll resume my normal update tomorrow.
Also, I've been browsing the forums for the past two days. In short, I've seen some very funny news.
The National Development and Reform Commission has shown its might again, and America has lost its virginity to Afghanistan. The Maid Nation is acting cute, and Little White Rabbit is secretly attacking.) (To be continued. If you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!)
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