Chapter 360 - Volume 3
Chapter 139 – Warg
Brendel could not be bothered with the spoiled brat. His eyes went back to observe the endless sea of wolves. Indeed, once the centaurs retreated, the wolves began to become restless.
In a few moments, the eleven Dire Wolves began to weave in and out of the black water like sharks, driving their own forward in order to surround the races.
Brendel did not waste this opportunity. The Wind Spirit Spiders he summoned earlier were commanded to hide in the trees when the centaurs appeared, and it allowed the wolves to lower their guards. Two hundred golden lights shot out into the sky when the youth raised his hands, flying over to the Dire Wolves in a packed formation.
A golden pillar of light shot out at a steep angle.
Brendel did not use the Holy Swords conservatively and focused them at the area that was dense with wolves, forming the singular pillar of light that devastated the ground, before it dimmed and another pillar of light shot at a different place.
– 7 XP gained
– 7 XP gained
– 7 XP gained
– 8 XP gained
– 7 XP gained
He watched the reported XP in his retina change like a waterfall. It might appear to be impressive, but it was actually quite low since it was on a battlefield.
“Amandina,” Brendel could not help but call out to her.
“Yes?” She was a little confused.
“I feel that compared to Dia,” he took off the potion’s cork, “I feel like you’re more like sisters with Felaern. But who’s the older sister?”
Amandina glared at him while she carefully closed the bag.
When Brendel looked at the fog again, it actually increased in density. Wolves with red eyes continued to pour out, getting closer towards them.
[Each Warg has their unique name, along with their unique ability. Perhaps it’s Shadowmist? It’s capable of moving quickly within the fog and attack those who lose their senses in it.]
He frowned. Wargs related to nature were the hardest to deal with. It was easier if they were related to physical attributes instead. He hurriedly drank the potion that murky liquid grey in it. It was a Potion of Eagle Eye, raising 20 OZ worth of Perception through the vision. The materials used to create it were Griffin’s feathers and Mana Fern. They were sold at a ridiculously low price in the Green Tower, and the potion itself was quite useful, so Brendel made a few.
His eyes sharpened immediately. The fog seemed to turn translucent and saw a wolf that was the size of a hill.
[Shit!]
He immediately cursed in his mind. Wargs were dangerous Gold-ranked monsters with Element Powers. Everyone started to realize the fog was getting thicker and starting to affect their vision. The ambassadors and their guards in green armor got closer to the centaurs for protection, causing the mist around them to swirl about.
Everyone was tense.
[Even with a thousand Druids just to make a distraction isn’t enough to lure them? Did the Warg think it’s a trap instead? Just one Warg would be difficult for this group. Shit, it’s moving. F-fast!]
The gargantuan wolf sprinted in the fog, and the youth immediately roared: “There is a Warg approaching us! Cease all chatter and be on the alert now!”
The Dark Forest became still.
And a terrified scream suddenly broke the momentary silence.
It was the sound that belonged to a human’s death throe.