Cornflower Witch

Chapter 187 Wild Wolves
'Wild wolves in the wilderness,' banners and tents.

Under the dark blue sky, the air was slightly chilly, and the soil beneath our feet was exceptionally barren.

This is the northwest base of the Forestry Association, close to the border. The soil is barren and severely polluted, unable to produce useful crops, and seems unsuitable for habitation. However, this base still has many students, and the three organizations 'Wildfire Cult (Blood Law Beast Fang),' 'Fang Forest Garden (Beast Fang Emerald Honey),' and 'Desolate Sky White Vulture (Sky Dome Radiant Moon)' are permanently stationed here.

After traversing vast stretches of yellowish wilderness, campsites with towering giant tents came into view.

Soon, a group of riders galloped across the wasteland of gravel and weeds and arrived at the camp.

They unloaded the boxes they were carrying from their horses and handed them over to local association staff, who then checked and verified each box against the list.

"Okay, all checked." After confirming that the quantity of supplies was correct, the local association member nodded.

The riders then mounted their horses again, secured the supply crates containing various furs, teeth, and bones, and turned to leave.

Although the 'Wolf Wilderness' cannot provide food crops, the fur, teeth, and bone materials produced here are renowned within the association. Students who can study here are all skilled at fighting wild beasts and monsters.

In the afternoon, a young man returned to the camp carrying a bloody wolf head and pelt, and threw it into a wooden frame inside the camp tent.

"Wash it and calculate how many points and coins it's worth."

"Yes, Lord Agren." The orc slaves in the camp quickly picked up the wooden frames and went to wash them.

Then the young man took out a bottle of wine from a box in the corner of the tent, cut off the cap, and sat down at the table to chug it down as if it were water.

The wine was a vibrant blood color. As soon as it entered his mouth, the young man's blood circulation accelerated, and the power of the 'blood rhythm' seeped in, circulating and continuously strengthening his physique.

"call."

After finishing the drink, Agren casually tossed the empty bottle into a wooden frame. It clattered a few times before coming to a stop. He then went to the large bed covered with thick fur, intending to take a nap and digest the power of the blood wine he had absorbed.

Unfortunately, he hadn't even slept for ten minutes when woodland members in short cloaks came to his tent, calling his name.

"Is Agrien home? This is a mail item sent by the association." He placed a long wooden box inside the tent, his eyes scanning the area until he spotted the sleeping young man.

"Okay, I got it. Put it there." Agren raised his hand and casually pointed to a spot.

"Okay, but I need you to sign for it." The other party brought over the book and asked the half-asleep Aglen to sign it.

After finishing, the association member drew the curtain and left the large tent.

Around 4 p.m., Agren woke up slowly, stretched, and felt refreshed.

"Awesome, that was a really good sleep." He jumped up, stretched his wrists and feet, and prepared to go to the market in the camp to find something to eat.

"Hey, where did this come from?" He saw the wooden box with a seal on it inside the tent.

I walked over and looked at the seal; it must have been mailed from another location.

“I don’t think I’ve ordered anything from that kid Mond recently. I haven’t finished the batch of blood wine I bought before.” He turned the box over and saw the writing on it; it was indeed mailed to him.

[Wolf Wasteland, Agren]
"Strange, it's definitely for me. Oh well, let's open it and see." He simply lifted the wooden planks with his bare hands and disassembled the long, narrow wooden box.

Soon, a long sword with a black sheath, wrapped in three layers of wood shavings, thick cloth, and oiled paper, appeared before our eyes.

"This is?"

He picked up the scabbard, drew the hilt, and the dark gold blade flowed like water, its smooth lines inspiring admiration.

Gripping the hilt, Agren swung the knife with a smooth, effortless motion.

“Excellent, truly excellent, exceptionally excellent,” he exclaimed several times. Then Agren found a tattered, useless animal hide, and with a light stroke of his knife, a sharp, smooth slit was torn open, the process remarkably silky.

"This feels so good," he thought, playing with the long sword with delight.

That night, Agren took his knife and went to the blacksmith in the camp to have it appraised.

"Oh, this knife." The other person held it up and gestured with it, then examined it closely in the firelight.

"It should be from the Radiant Gold Plain. Needless to say, the entire blade is made of Radiant Gold ingots, which makes it exceptionally grand and bold. The craftsmanship is also superb. It seems to have been made by those familiar people from 'Forging Iron Hammer'."

"What, how much did you pay to have it custom-made? I reckon it would cost at least 100 gold coins, otherwise no one would be willing to do it." The blacksmith asked jokingly, putting down his knife.

After listening, Agren sheathed his longsword, returned it to its original sheath, and replied with a smile, "Pay money?"

"Of course I didn't spend a penny, but it was indeed a good friend who ordered it for me. She must have spent a lot of money."

"It seems I'll have to thank her properly next time we meet. But what was her name again, Tiru, ​​Shia?" Agren stroked his chin, unable to quite recall the girl's name.

"Never mind, we'll talk about it next time we meet. I feel like I'm about to advance in my level. After that, I'll go see other places. I'm getting a little tired of this godforsaken place."

"So fast? I remember you've only been here for less than a year, Agren." The blacksmith was a little surprised. He walked over, sat down, took out a jar of water, and gulped it down.

"Ha, who do you take me for?"

“Didn’t I show you my badge when I came here? I killed a second-tier ‘Black Goat’ on my own during the assessment. Now, more than half a year has passed, and my strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Killing those second-tier wolves in the wild is as easy as playing a game.” Agrien sat down next to the chubby blacksmith.

"Once I advance, I'll take down that third-tier wolf king, collect the bounty, and then move my base."

"You're leaving so soon? I remember a lot of guys in the camp admired you and even called you 'Big Brother'."

“Brother, it’s not like I’m not in charge.” Aglen shook his head.

"The rule on the grasslands is that as long as you're strong enough, you're the boss everywhere."

“They shout like that every day, just so they can follow me and hunt and fight safely. If they run into someone they can’t handle, I’ll be there to help.” With his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair, Agren crossed his legs and looked at the bellows being pulled in the blacksmith’s shop.

"The fire is getting bigger and bigger." He looked at the flames in the stove, which were gradually turning orange-red and white, and seemed to remember something. Then he stood up.

"I remember there was a wolf-head cloak in the equipment list you showed me before, right?"

"Oh, you mean that one?" The blacksmith turned around.

"You need to give me a powerful wolf head, at least a second-tier one, and then give me four soft silver iron ingots to make the lining for you. After that, I'll find a tailor to work with, and we can make you a wolf head cloak."

"With that thing, your movement speed can be increased by about 30%. Combined with your own breathing techniques, footwork, and other abilities, your speed will be off the charts, making it as easy as slaughtering chickens."

"Second tier?" Agren shook his head.

"I have at least twenty wolf head souvenirs piled up in my tent, all of them are second-tier, wearing them would be too tacky."

"Wait two months, I'll get a Tier 3 wolf head."

"By the way, I don't know how to find soft silver iron ingots. Don't waste my energy on such trivial matters. I'll give you the second-tier wolf heads in the camp as collateral. Help me get rid of them. You don't need to give me any extra money. Just remember to help me make a good cloak."

"Okay, Aglen, you're still as generous as ever, haha."

(End of this chapter)