The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 67 Have you seen my little wolf?
"Roar--"

When Tang Qi saw the figure emerging from the thin mist, standing on all fours, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I had heard Father Lynn mention before that Lord Mel was so terrified by a werewolf that wandered out of the forest that he abandoned his troops and his people.

This is not something that cannot be understood.

Werewolf and wolf—this is not a difference of just one word.

Just as he cannot call every short-legged person a dwarf, the other person could also be a halfling or a dwarf—many people confuse them.

Fortunately, what was lurking in the fog was only eight groups of Dire Wolves.

These wild beasts, which often roam the jungle, are different from ordinary wolves. Their bodies and limbs are shorter and thicker, their shoulders are broader, and their heads are larger and heavier, resulting in slightly less speed and endurance.

But in return, they have better bite force and a stronger physique.

Even a single stray dire wolf can wreak havoc on a small village of a dozen or so households, let alone when they come in packs.

If they work together, ordinary low-level adventure teams would probably only be chewed up by their sharp teeth.

Tang Qi took a deep breath, his grip on the scimitar tightening, and then looked at the rubble:

"Do you still have the strength?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Tang Qi saw a light green aura suddenly emerge from the stone shard as it struck his chest twice.

【Recover Energy】, one of the most common and standard combat skills for warriors, allows them to regain some of the energy they have consumed during battle.

Almost at the same time he was pounding his chest in frustration, several robust dire wolves howled as if they were starving.

They leaped up suddenly, pushing off the ground with all four limbs, and as they ran swiftly, their gaping maws opened wide, revealing their wild and sharp fangs!

……

They're all done killing.

A well-coordinated team of dire wolves can easily crush a low-level adventure party.

But it's obvious that a team led by rubble couldn't be that low-level.

He used his tower shield to block Tang Qi and Kuru, as strong as a city wall, thus blocking all the Dire Wolves' attacks.

Kuru only needs to use the freezing ray to slow down the dire wolves' movements, and Tang Qi's 'snake kiss' will be invincible.

"How come another one rushed in halfway through?"

Tang Qi picked up the carcass of the last dire wolf—

That's what Kuru discovered at the very end of the battle.

It lurked in the mist, but fortunately, the freezing ray froze its ankles, allowing Tang Qi to rush over and easily slash its back.

Right now, Tang Qi casually tossed it into the dead wolf pack.

But soon a discrepancy was discovered:
"Wait, why is this one a little... skinny?"

"It might be due to stunted growth."

The rock-crusher couldn't actually distinguish between a dire wolf and a wolf. In the past, when the old ranger Mark Wen explained natural knowledge to the team, he would mostly doze off on the spot.

But Tang Qi stepped closer and squeezed their bones:

"It's not a developmental issue; its bones are just a bit thinner and longer."

"What does this prove?" asked the gravel, puzzled.

"Does that mean it's a wolf?"

"Isn't that still a wolf? Just like a gray dwarf is still a dwarf."

Sui Shi didn't understand why Tang Qi was paying attention to such trivial details, and instead took out a delicate skinning knife from his waist—

Every adventurer carries one around, making it easy to loot.

However, he was not a professional, so his skinning technique was a bit rough, and he spent more time separating the skin and flesh and removing the fascia.

However, he was surprisingly focused.

After completely skinning a wolf, he turned around with a smug look on his face, displaying the gray pelt in his hand:
"Ha, Black Snake, look—my skills are just as good as Markwin's!"

But when his gaze passed over the wolf skin and fell upon Tang Qi, who seemed about to speak but hesitated, his excitement vanished instantly, and his smile froze on his face.

Tang Qi snapped out of his daze, slapped the man with the broken stone on the shoulder, and praised, "Right? I think you're the real old swordsman!"

The pebbles also burst into laughter:

"Why don't you learn from them too? There are still eight wolf pelts left, it's too much trouble to skin them."

"Then I'll try."

Knowing that this was an essential skill for adventurers, Tang Qi was also very curious.

But just as Broken Stone was about to imitate the old swordsman and instruct Tang Qi on how to skin someone, a call came to both of their ears at the same time:
"Wolf! Wolf!"

They both turned around and then saw a blurry figure in the white mist.

Tang Qi immediately drew his scimitar and shouted:
"Who goes there? Stand still!"

The dangers of the Dusk Forest are self-evident; they cannot afford to be complacent for a moment, let alone encounter intelligent beings.

The figure in the fog seemed startled and quickly raised its hands:
"Hey, relax, I'm human, a human!"

He moved slowly out of the mist so that Tang Qi could see clearly that he was a middle-aged man wearing a brown leather coat, holding an oak longbow, with a quiver and dagger at his waist.

frizzy hair, a full beard—a classic old hunter's look:
“Sorry, I didn’t expect to run into anyone else here. But I’m just looking for my Wolf—have you seen a little gray wolf?”

Tang Qi and Sui Shi exchanged a glance, then remembered the ninth one they had just killed.

The dwarf looked slightly embarrassed and whispered:

"Well, poet, you should indeed pay attention to those details."

"Do not take another step forward!"

Tang Qi calmly rolled the wolf skin into a ball.

While shouting, he whispered instructions to Kuru:

"Bury it up, bury it up."

Kuru blinked, then quickly waved his wand, using the surrounding mud and sand to cover the mangled corpse.

"I meant no harm, really."

The other party was obedient, but kept explaining.
“I’m just a hunter who lives in the forest. My Wolf heard some tremors in the distance, so I sent it to check what was going on.”

But there seems to be a problem with our connection; just now, I lost my bearings..."

"See, I told you you were making too much of a fuss."

Tang Qi glanced at the rubble, then shouted into the distance.
"Ordinary hunters don't live deep in the Dawn Forest!"

"This matter is somewhat complicated to explain..."

The other party seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"I can tell you the reason, as long as you promise not to hurt me."

“I won’t promise anything to strangers,” Tang Qi shook his head.

"Ok."

The man sighed helplessly, put down his longbow, and took off his gloves.

Tang Qi noticed that the hair on the back of his hand was just as thick as the wolf skin he had just peeled off.

His fingernails had grown into sharp claws, which also confirmed his identity:

"My name is Malone, and many years ago, I also lived in a village outside the forest."

However, due to some...unexpected events, I suffered some trauma and was infected with the curse of bestiality.

In order not to harm the townspeople—well, actually they were somewhat afraid of me—I had to leave the town.

Tang Qi and Shattered Stone exchanged a strange look, almost simultaneously thinking of the story Father Lynn had told.

They then spoke in unison:

The town you mentioned...

Could it be Xingmei Town?

(End of this chapter)