Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 38 Slaying the Black Demon Wolf

"What's that yelling? It sounds awful!"

Mo Yuming had never heard such a sound before. Although it sounded somewhat like a wolf howl, there were significant differences upon closer listening.

"It's a monster! Quick, let's hide first and not let it find us. Let's see what kind of monster it is!"

Xinlan quickly pulled the still-stunned Mo Yuming and hid him behind a tree.

"Warcraft?"

They've been wandering around this forest for days, aren't they here to hunt magical beasts?

He couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried before, and now the magical beast has appeared right after Old Man Shi left? This is too much of a coincidence! Mo Yuming was sweating profusely!

"How did you know that it was a monster that was calling out just now?"

Mo Yuming asked curiously, even though he already knew that there were magical beasts in this world, and many of them.

There are quite a few in this Ruimu Valley.

But knowing about it is one thing, but understanding Warcraft is another; the image in one's mind is still very vague.

Although there were some magical beasts in the zoo and he had come into contact with them, they were all low-level herbivorous magical beasts of limited variety, which did not provide much knowledge for Mo Yuming to study the habits and characteristics of magical beasts.

It can be said that Mo Yuming's understanding of Warcraft is still very limited.

The sound just now sounded exactly like the cry of an ordinary wild animal to him, and he couldn't tell the difference at all.

"Most magical beasts evolved from wild animals, and their cries sound similar to those of ordinary wild animals."

But when they call out, they cause magical fluctuations, and their voices travel further and penetrate more powerfully.

Therefore, some high-level magical beasts can injure people simply by roaring! This is the biggest difference between them and wild beasts.

You can easily spot the differences between them with just a little observation! My grandfather taught me when I was five years old.

Xinlan whispered an explanation in Mo Yuming's ear.

Mo Yuming suddenly realized that, upon listening carefully, he could indeed sense a slight magical power that fluctuated with the transmission of sound waves.

As the monster approached, the magical energy fluctuations in its cries intensified considerably.

"What kind of monster is this? It's so ugly!..."

The monsters were getting closer and closer. Mo Yuming cautiously peeked out from the direction of the sound and saw three or four extremely ugly monsters emerge from the grass less than ten feet ahead:

Its appearance is somewhat like a dog, and somewhat like a wolf. Its hind legs are shorter than its front legs, and its bald tail is tightly tucked between its two legs. When it walks, its buttocks sway up and down, making it look extremely lewd.

The dark, grime was clumped together by unknown filth, resembling dried, cracked mud, swarming with mosquitoes and flies.

Sharp fangs protrude from the narrow, pointed mouth, and slippery, sticky mucus drips freely, making it extremely disgusting.

"It is a 'Disaster Dog,' the lowest-ranking carnivorous magical beast in the game, born from the crossbreeding of a magical wolf and a wild female dog."

It is inherently greedy and enjoys eating the feces and rotting corpses of wolf and canine magical beasts.

Although it is a magical beast, its magic power is relatively low, making it the lowest-ranking type among all magical beasts.

Even strong wild beasts can defeat it. Because they are so servile, ordinary magical beasts are unwilling to approach or prey on them, which is why they are able to survive.

Xinlan whispered to Mo Yuming.

"How did you know?"

Mo Yuming was very curious about how Xinlan, who was even younger than him, knew about it.

"Grandpa specifically told me that this kind of magical beast is a very special kind. When you encounter it, you should be especially careful and not be fooled by its weak magic power and ugly appearance."

Because its appearance can occur in several situations:

First, there is a large pack of wolves or canine-like magical beasts hunting or lurking nearby.

The second possibility is that there are corpses nearby, specifically the remains of wolves or canine monsters that hunted and killed animals.

Because they always just followed behind these two magical beasts, considering themselves their vassals.

Xinlan explained patiently, her expression reminiscent of a wise and persuasive old scholar.

"Let's hide in the branches before they come over!"

These vicious dogs are nothing to worry about, but the wolves or canine monsters that follow them are a bit more troublesome.

Their magic level isn't high, but they are predatory magical beasts with strong attack capabilities that are incomparable to those herbivorous magical beasts that only know how to defend.

Moreover, they often come in packs, hunting down stronger opponents by ganging up on them, making them somewhat troublesome to deal with. Therefore, it's best not to engage them in direct combat.

Mo Yuming's performance this time was generally better than last time. Although he was still a bit clumsy, he had much better control over the power and height of the jump.

They didn't jump out of the target area, and although they flew quite far upon landing, fortunately the branch they chose was very large, so they didn't fall off the branch.

But Mo Yuming's clumsy jump onto the tree branch made a lot of noise on the trunk, which the rabid dogs couldn't help but hear.

After a few wary growls at each other, the rabid dogs surrounded the tree where the two were hiding, circling and howling incessantly.

"We've been discovered. What should we do? Should we kill these annoying guys before those wolfhound monsters arrive?"

Although Xinlan had never hunted magical beasts before, she showed no fear when facing the pack of monsters below, thanks to her level seven human-rank strength.

Not only that, she also seemed eager to try, as if she was about to take action, and her gentle and lovely little girl image vanished instantly.

"No, didn't you say these monstrous dogs often roam around the demon wolves or packs of demon dogs? These monstrous dogs have already sent out signals, and I believe those troublesome guys could arrive at any time. Let's wait and see what they're really like!"

Mo Yuming was unwilling to take the risk. Although he was capable enough to fight, this was, after all, his first real battle.

Moreover, having never killed any monsters or even ordinary wild animals before, the sudden prospect of engaging in a real, high-stakes battle inevitably left him feeling somewhat lost and disoriented.

Mo Yuming kept telling himself to stay calm! Stay calm! He couldn't gamble with his life.

While ensuring their own safety, they must also protect Xinlan's safety.

Therefore, you must not act rashly...

Sure enough, just a few breaths later, several dark figures rushed over, and the magical fluctuations caused by their cries were several times stronger than those of the Calamity Dog.

Five black demon wolves, as strong as calves, soon appeared under the tree branches where Mo Yuming and his companion were hiding.

The Black Demon Wolf is a branch of the Demon Wolf clan. Its strength is relatively low among wolves, with most of its magic power level around level three.

Their combat strength is equivalent to the seventh or eighth level of the human rank, with some particularly powerful individuals reaching the peak of the human rank. The Wolf King even has a level comparable to the early stage of the earth rank.

These five black wolves are robust in build, with glossy black fur that is as dense as steel needles covering their entire bodies. They belong to the more powerful category of black wolves.

These black wolves bared their teeth, their hada scarves dripping, their demonic nature fully unleashed. Their large, bell-like eyes gleamed with a sinister light as they stared intently at the two people on the tree branch.

Mo Yuming, who had never encountered carnivorous magical beasts before, felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at by the eyes of ten black magical wolves.

He unconsciously gripped the broadsword tighter, his eyes fixed intently on the black wolf below.

Long before the black wolves surrounded them, he had already discussed it with Xinlan, asking her to stay about ten feet away from him with her back against the tree trunk to cover his retreat and better protect him.

Since he couldn't avoid it, he decided to face it head-on. Mo Yuming stood in the middle of the tree branch, holding his knife horizontally in front of his chest, ready to counterattack at any moment.

Fortunately, the tree branch was at least five or six zhang (approximately 10-12 meters) off the ground, and it was large enough to encircle at least ten people.

No matter how high or far the black wolf jumps, it can't directly pounce on Mo Yuming; it has to jump onto a tree branch first to attack him.

Mo Yuming used this advantageous terrain as cover, waiting for the Black Wolf to jump onto the tree branch, and then attacked before the Black Wolf could even get a firm footing.

He was calculating in his mind that even if he couldn't kill the demon wolves, he would take the opportunity to strike them down from the tree and prevent them from jumping back up.

After circling under the branches a few times, the black wolves saw that the two young humans were there and their eyes were filled with greed.

Finally, one of the black wolves could no longer contain itself. With a roar, it leaped towards the tree branch like a black arrow.

But just as its forelegs touched the branch, a golden blade of light slashed down from above.

The wolf reacted quickly, then pushed off the ground with its hind legs, immediately stopping its forward momentum and retreating backward.

However, even the fastest sudden change of direction will have a pause as it transitions from stillness to motion.

In that instant of pause, Mo Yuming's sweeping blade just happened to slice through the wolf's throat.

Whether they are magical beasts or wild beasts, they all have one thing in common: their abdomen and the area below their neck are the most vulnerable parts.

Although the cut only penetrated two or three inches deep, it was still fatal, as the neck is a densely populated area of ​​the trachea, esophagus, and blood vessels.

As soon as Mo Yuming's blade left the Black Wolf's body, a stream of scarlet blood spurted from the wolf's neck.

As the Black Wolf's body fell, it sprayed a perfect fan-shaped curtain of blood into the air.

Mo Yuming was also quite fortunate. If the black wolf hadn't raised its head just as it paused, the knife would have struck the wolf's neck, resulting in the wolf's instant death.

If there is even a slight discrepancy in timing, the effect will be completely lost, and it may even result in the device missing its target.

The Black Wolf is known for its copper head and iron back. Mo Yuming's knife can at most severely injure the wolf, but it will not kill it.

With a single strike, Mo Yuming killed a black wolf, and his confidence was immediately boosted. He realized that the monster wasn't as terrifying as he had imagined.

Immediately, his fighting spirit soared, and the intense tension he had just felt eased considerably.

After swallowing hard, he sheathed his sword and assumed a fighting stance, ready to continue the battle.

With one black wolf killed, the remaining four immediately became alert, and the wolf that was about to jump up stopped and took a few steps back.

Those few treacherous dogs that had been barking and bluffing under the guise of the tiger immediately changed their tone, letting out timid growls and slowly retreating. If they weren't afraid of the demonic wolf in front of them, they probably would have run away on the spot.

The claim that the Black Wolves were bloodthirsty was absolutely true. The death of their companion did not frighten these four Black Wolves; on the contrary, it further fueled their demonic nature.

The four wolves growled at the same time, their fur standing on end like steel needles, and their bodies seemed to have suddenly grown larger.

Its eyes changed from deep blue to crimson. Smoke even billowed from its nostrils.

After scratching the ground a few times with their front paws, three of them pounced on the tree branch from the left and one from the right.

Mo Yuming immediately felt four scorching fire-attribute magical powers pressing down on him, the intense pressure making it difficult for him to even breathe.

A chill ran down his spine as he thought, "Oh no! I'm doomed! I don't even have a chance to dodge!" His mind went blank, and he forgot how to escape.

He instinctively used all his strength to desperately slash at the black wolf on his left.

Just as he was swinging the broadsword halfway through its swing, the blade suddenly vibrated with a "whoosh," and the entire longsword suddenly emitted a golden light more than three feet long. In addition to the longsword, Mo Yuming's whole body was also suddenly enveloped in a hazy yellow light, and Mo Yuming's figure seemed to have swelled up a bit.

However, Mo Yuming was completely unaware of this. He continued to swing his broadsword at the black wolf.

"Om..."

With a muffled thud, the plain knife struck the black wolf's head without any fancy moves. Whether it was because the wolf's head was hard or the knife's material was too poor, the normally sharp blade failed to penetrate the wolf's head.

Instead, the moment it touched the wolf's head, it shattered into countless fragments that flew everywhere, like a thin piece of ice hitting a stone.

The yellow blade of light passed through the wolf's head without any obstruction and floated all the way to the second demon wolf before disappearing.

The black wolf that was being slashed seemed to be frozen in place for a full half second in mid-air.

Just then, with a "bang," the other side of the black wolf's head suddenly exploded.

Red and white blood, flesh, and brain matter sprayed like shrapnel from an explosion onto the nearby demonic wolf.

Immediately afterwards, the wolf's body, which had been suspended in mid-air, flew like a cannonball and crashed into the demon wolf next to it.

The second wolf, which had jumped slightly after the first black wolf, met a tragic end. First, it was sprayed with its companion's blood, and its forward momentum was slammed to the side. Before its feet could even land on the branch, it was knocked away by the flying corpse of the first black wolf, flying more than ten feet away and crashing into another large tree in the distance. Blood immediately spurted from its seven orifices, and after a few miserable howls, it died. This black wolf never dreamed that it would be killed by its own companion.

After dodging the attack, the third black wolf successfully jumped onto a tree branch and immediately turned to pounce on Mo Yuming, who was using the old move.

Having lost his weapon, Mo Yuming only had time to pull his hands back to protect his head before being pounced on by the black wolf.

The sharp wolf claws, despite being blocked by the protective yellow light, failed to tear Mo Yuming's arm. They only tore Mo Yuming's sleeve, leaving a few shallow wounds on his arm.

In a moment of desperation, Mo Yuming instinctively kicked the wolf hard in the stomach as it pounced on him.

The demonic wolf, which had opened its mouth to bite off Mo Yuming's head, missed its target, as Mo Yuming had already kicked it away.

As it flew backwards, the wolf curled up in agony, its internal organs shattered from the kicks, rendering it beyond saving.

At the same time, the last demonic wolf that pounced from the right failed to attack Mo Yuming.

Although Xinlan, who was standing behind him as a protector, did not have the same level of profound skill as Mo Yuming, she had been cultivating profound skills since childhood, so she was much better at controlling spiritual power than Mo Yuming.

He immediately channeled his water elemental power into the short sword, causing a chilling blue sword beam, over three feet long and a finger's width, to shoot out from the tip.

Just as the wolf on the right leaped onto the branch, he accurately swung his sword and stabbed it in the wolf's chest. The movement was clean and swift, without the slightest panic.

The foot-long dagger pierced the wolf's body all the way to the hilt. A blue sword light pierced through its heart and emerged from its side. Its blood and internal organs were instantly frozen by the frigid water element, and not a single drop of blood was shed. The wolf didn't even have time to howl before it lost its life.