bookrandom Chapter 82 Surrounded by Wolves
Chapter 82 Surrounded by Wolves
In the shadows cast by the leaves, a faint but palpable killing intent was creeping closer. A gentle breeze carried the stench of blood to distant places.
Zhong Ming continued his exaggerated performance, pulling out a piece of silk that looked decent, but it didn't fit him at all. It was a short woman's garment that had been passed down for generations and was already somewhat faded.
He angrily threw it on the ground, but still felt it wasn't enough, so he kicked the wooden wheelbarrow, overturning it completely and scattering a pile of debris on the ground.
A tree wolf appeared on its belly, its special fur and paw pads allowing it to move silently. Its body was the color of dilapidated old tree bark, and its ears drooped, like a small clump of wood ear fungus growing on a dead tree.
They are also bait, which is certainly true given their habits.
Xueyan's melee squad was hiding in the low bushes, and there were faint signs that they were being surrounded, with wolves approaching from both sides.
They are extremely cautious, and their silent actions are ingrained in their very being; even a strong goose like Xueyan cannot accurately determine the number of wolves.
But in the end, they are still first-grade demon beasts, and they still revealed the flaws that most creatures would make.
Because they were full.
The tree wolf attacks its enemies when it is full only to ensure its dominance over its territory, rather than because it is hungry and focused on hunting.
The young wolf, which had been used as bait, was so full that its belly was drooping to the ground. When it launched its attack, the sound of its belly dragging through the soil immediately caught Zhong Ming's attention.
He turned quickly, the twisting of his waist muscles propelling the iron rod in his hand to deliver a swift blow towards the wolf's head.
"Bang!"
The violent impact sounded like it was striking extremely hard bone.
Zhong Ming's full-force attack sent it flying, but it was certain that it didn't die, and it was even unclear whether it was injured.
Looking at his trembling hands, with a dull ache in his tiger's mouth, Zhong Ming was about to press his advantage when he heard a gust of wind blow from behind him. The stench from the giant wolf's mouth seemed to be blowing onto his neck, and the wailing of the wronged souls of the dead rushed towards him.
Without a second thought, he immediately rushed toward the "position" he had just set up.
The wooden crates, planks, and other debris scattered on the ground formed a small shelter, allowing him to comfortably hide inside.
It wasn't that they were hiding from wolves, but rather from the relentless bombardment by their unreliable new recruit comrades.
Zhong Ming lunged to the side, turning in mid-air to face the enemy. He saw the giant wolf with a fierce look on its face, its black claws incredibly sharp, aimed straight at his face.
If that blow lands, won't it crack my skull?
Zhong Ming raised the iron bar with both hands, held it horizontally in his fragile makeshift shelter, and shoved the iron bar into the other person's mouth.
In his mind, at this moment, the tree wolf should have bitten the iron rod, trapped between his arms, and then the support troops should have shot it dead with an arrow from the air.
However, the plan was only half successful.
The first half was mostly fine, but the second half...
"Let's get started! What are we waiting for?"
The comrades behind him didn't react at all, and for a moment Zhong Ming even doubted that they hadn't followed at all.
No, that's impossible. Xueyan is the most typical strict instructor. In dangerous situations, she would never abandon the life of any soldier.
(Even when there is no danger, she is the greatest danger.)
Having exhausted all other options, Zhong Ming decided to solve the problem himself.
He pushed hard with his right arm, while simultaneously pulling back his left arm, pushing the giant wolf to the left. In a flash, the Mother-Child Sword appeared in his hand, exposing the tree wolf's belly to the blade.
It realized something, and a hint of panic crept into its fierce gaze.
Unfortunately, there is no need for so-called mercy towards demons and beasts.
"Come and die!"
Zhong Ming shouted, and the blade violently struck its belly fur, the hard, needle-like hairs deeply dented... It felt more like being hit with a stick than being slashed by a sword.
The next second, a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed into the mother and child swords, and the snow-white longswords instantly pierced into its flesh, cleanly slicing open a long wound.
A large mass of internal organs fell out, along with a jumbled mess of intestines and a bulging stomach, as well as some semi-digested food such as bits of human finger flesh.
It wasn't dead yet; it opened its mouth, still trying to take a few bites.
Zhong Ming bent his legs and kicked the corpse away. The force of the kick caused the corpse's internal organs to rupture violently, and bile, gastric juices... all sorts of foul-smelling liquids splattered all over it.
"That's disgusting."
Zhong Ming immediately stood up and looked around for any trace of the enemy.
The fighting style of the tree wolf is to ambush from high places. When experienced hunters see a wolf, they rarely expose their necks to the direction it is in. If you are preparing to fight, the best option is to find a place that can protect your back and neck and make sure there are no enemies behind you.
For example, a big tree.
At this point, the leader of the demon wolves is very likely to be standing in the tree watching you.
Zhong Ming glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that the bait wolf he had knocked away had already stood up, and there were probably many more wolves around.
He decided to strike first.
I'll climb the tree first.
He stepped onto the nearly broken-down vehicle and swiftly leaped towards the nearest large tree, ignoring whether there were wolves in front of him, and swung his sword to strike.
A sharp flash of sword light disappeared in an instant, and he stood casually on a tree branch. The giant wolf chasing him leaped high in the air, following his path, but the thick branch closest to it was completely severed and crashed down, slamming into the beast's head mid-air.
The man and the rat watched them indifferently.
Are we not going to offer support now?
Zhong Ming was a little confused. He glanced in the direction he came from, and what he saw shocked him. His previous spirited demeanor instantly vanished.
"Huh? Where did the fog come from?"
An indescribable mist permeated the woods, resembling part mountain haze and part fog, completely obscuring the path ahead.
At this point, even Zhong Ming, as ignorant as a mining mole, understood the situation.
Damn it! This is a trap.
The enemy's target was not these innocent civilians; their deaths were merely a small alarm to attract the army's attention. The enemy wanted to hunt us down.
His face was ashen, and he stared at the beast at his feet with murderous intent.
They have owners; a first-grade demon beast wouldn't set up an array.
To the side, several tree-spirit wolves had already quietly climbed up the neighboring tree. After some wolves died in battle, they all activated their innate supernatural abilities, their eyes, which were like fireflies in the darkness, turned dark green, and stared intently at Zhong Ming's back.