It was the Windblade Wolves.
This group of cunning fellows did not come to snatch the Bloodline Fruit at the first moment, but appeared after a big battle, wanting to reap the benefits.
The previous three World of Warcraft had left the team in a flurry.
Now they were facing seven at once, and at night, and their condition was not good, it would be difficult to defeat this group of Windblade Wolves.
"Sir, let's retreat."
Markus directly took out the smoke grass flint bag distributed in his hand. "Fighting at night is very disadvantageous for us, the trap can't stop the wolves, and my left leg is injured, I can't use my full strength. Now ignite the smoke grass, I will cast Multiple Arrows to cover Sir's retreat, we will retreat in the direction of the main road. "
Liszt was very straightforward. "Okay!"
When fighting, it had to be vigorous, and when escaping, it had to be straightforward.
The flint had not been rubbed yet.
A mournful wolf's cry pierced the eardrums. "Awoo, awoo, awoo..."
Liszt turned his head and saw that Dosen, who had been sleeping on the ground, had stood up at some point, raised his head, and howled at the sky.
Its body seemed to inflate like a balloon, that was the bulging muscles under the fur, its eyes were bloodshot, and its teeth became more ferocious and sharp.
He quickly cast Magic Eyes.
Liszt saw that Dosen's earth-yellow magic power, like a rising flame, looked like a fierce beast bathed in fire. "Dosen!"
Tremblingwoods heard Liszt's shout and turned his head, his eyes filled with a moment of confusion.
The next moment, a familiar scene flashed, and Liszt's command came to its ears: "Attack the prey!" It involuntarily rushed out in the direction Liszt pointed.
There were two Windblade Wolves there.
Seeing Dosen rushing over, they hurriedly retreated, but Dosen's speed was already very fast, he caught up with the Windblade Wolves in two steps, and opened his mouth to release magic.
An even thicker rock spike sprang out from the ground, directly skewered one of the Windblade Wolves, completely piercing its stomach, its intestines and blood leaking out together.
"Wuuuuuuu …" The Windblade Wolf let out a blood-curdling scream.
The other six Windblade Wolves rushed over one after another, pouncing towards Dosen. There was no prelude to the battle, and it immediately started. The wind blades of the Windblade Wolves were thrown randomly. Branches and tree trunks were directly sliced apart. Even the ground was plowed, leaving many trenches. On the other hand, Dosen's Rockthorns were fired accurately, each time leaving a scratch on the Windblade Wolf.
It was like a tiger that had entered a flock of sheep, its might unparalleled. When the Windblade Wolves wanted to bite it, they would often be sent flying with a slap.
Even if it was bitten, it would only break the skin. Its muscles bulged up like a balloon, allowing it to effectively avoid the damage from the Windblade Wolf's sharp teeth.
Then, it would turn around and bite the Windblade Wolf. The Windblade Wolf would definitely not be able to withstand it and would scream as it jumped away.
Blood was splattering and magic was flying.
The battle between the wolf and the dog was exceptionally tragic.
"Dosen … evolved?" Markus's hand that was holding the smoke grass flint bag trembled slightly. The scene was truly too spectacular. The Flyingdust Dog had taken on six Windblade Wolves at once.
Liszt's breathing was slightly hurried. He had just seen the look in Dosen's eyes, and it was as if it did not recognize him. There was even a faint bloodthirsty aura, which was the instinct of a wild beast. He did not doubt that Dosen would attack him the next moment.
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, he did not panic, and his mind was still clear.
He quickly issued an attack order to divert Dosen's attention.
Sure enough, it was as he expected.
Dosen's order was a conditioned reflex, and he subconsciously rushed out to attack the Windblade Wolves. What he did not expect was that Dosen was actually able to take on six at once, and was not at a disadvantage at all.
"I don't know, its magic is very violent. Maybe it has evolved, maybe it hasn't. Whatever it is, it needs to vent!" Liszt's tone was calm, but it contained a trace of indifference. "Teacher Markus, Dosen seems to have received the Bloodline Fruit, and his bestial nature has been triggered. Prepare to kill."
If Tremblingwoods really didn't care about his own family and attacked him.
He would not be lenient.
Markus nodded his head, took out his bow and arrow, and retreated to the vicinity of the intact trap while paying close attention to the scene of the wolf-dog battle. "Understood!"
The retainer Knight stood in formation, protecting Liszt in the middle.
They waited quietly.
The battle did not last long.
The incomparably violent Dosen found an opportunity to kill a Windblade Wolf with a Rockspike, breaking the wolf pack's encirclement, and then began his path of slaughter. It suddenly grabbed a Windblade Wolf, and before it could twist its body to escape, another Rockspike emerged and pierced through it.
It knew how to use magic far better than the Windblade Wolf. Rockspike was originally a magic suitable for sneak attacks, and it had been trained by Liszt for a long time.
One by one.
The Windblade Wolf was cruelly stabbed to death.
And the violent aura on its body gradually calmed down. When it was preparing to kill the last Windblade Wolf, its magic was unexpectedly exhausted, and it could not release Rockspike.
It watched helplessly as the Windblade Wolf escaped, and fled into the distance without looking back.
For a moment, it panted heavily, and forgot to pursue.
But the next moment.
Four sharp arrows flew out, nailing the heavily injured Windblade Wolf to the ground. It was Liszt and Markus who attacked at the same time, and picked up a loophole.
After shooting the escaping Windblade Wolf, the two once again nocked their arrows, and aimed at Dosen.
They did not shoot.
Liszt gently called out to the panting Dosen: "Dosen, sit down."
Dosen was stunned, and its bloodthirsty eyes flickered, as if it did not understand Liszt's command, and did not recognize who Liszt was. It just panted, staring at Liszt and the others, and did not move.
Liszt maintained his shooting posture.
He had mixed feelings in his heart.
He had been tamed for half a year, and even if he was not raised as a pet, he had still developed feelings for him. He did not want to become strangers like this, and then kill Dosen with his own hands — he would not only lose a Bloodline Fruit, but also many beautiful things.
Time passed bit by bit.
Liszt's mood also became gloomy little by little.
However, at this moment, Tremblingwoods slowly sat down and barked at him twice.
In an instant, his mood suddenly lightened up. Liszt laughed and waved his hand: "Dosen, come back!"
Tremblingwoods immediately wagged its tail and ran towards him with a limp. Liszt dismounted and stroked Dosen's fur. Dosen cooperated and licked the palm of Liszt's hand. The bloodthirsty scarlet in its eyes had already receded, and it had regained its former spirited and spirited look.
Markus revealed a smile, turned around and shouted: "Clean up the battlefield, clean up the prey, let's go back!"
The Retainer Knight was relieved from their tense mood. They laughed as they picked up the World of Warcraft corpses, wrapped them up, and hung them on their horses. After this battle, there might not be a single World of Warcraft left in the southern Thorns Ridge. The Thorns Ridge had been separated by the main road, and a fence had been built, completely separating the northern and southern parts.
"How's the leg injury?" Liszt asked.
Markus replied while bandaging the wound: "It's just a superficial wound, no bone injury. Sir, did Dosen evolve into an Intermediate World of Warcraft? "
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