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Chapter 115 Pursuit

The War Wolf King's situation is currently being handled by ten official knights, and he knows that it's a battle beyond his current capabilities.

A guard dire wolf had its eye on him.

The beast used its hind legs to propel itself into the air.

Renn's legs were slightly bent.

The Black Rock Breathing Technique operates rapidly, directing all the life energy pumped by the heart to the waist, abdomen, and arms.

Then, he aimed at the direction the beast was pouncing, slid to the left, and the dire wolf's claws grazed his breastplate.

The moment the beast landed, Raine swung his two-handed greatsword horizontally.

The forty-five-pound greatsword struck the dire wolf squarely in the lumbar spine. A dull thud echoed as bones shattered, and the dire wolf's hindquarters went limp instantly, howling as it rolled on the ice.

Ella followed closely behind. Two short knives sliced ​​through the dire wolf's carotid artery.

Then a regular knight next to them finished off the dire wolf cleanly and efficiently.

Raine straightened up and turned the light towards the very center of the battlefield.

That was the deadly duel between a formal knight and the Warg King.

As one of the official knights who directly confronted the Warg King, Valen's fighting style was quite rough.

With each swing of his sword, wisps of white energy swirled around the weapon—this was the release of a knight's life energy. This life energy not only enhanced strength and speed but also formed an enchantment on the weapon's surface.

Valen moved nimbly, and while another knight was barely holding off the dire wolf king's frontal bite, he swiftly cut into the dire wolf king's blind spot.

The longsword was swung upwards.

A chunk of flesh was sliced ​​off the hind leg of the dire wolf king, so deep that the bone was visible.

The dire wolf king roared and turned around, its massive tail sweeping towards Valen.

Valen raised his longsword to parry. The blade bent considerably under the immense force, and he used the momentum to roll backward, creating distance.

Garrick filled the gap on the other side.

The knight's sense of balance was astonishing. He abandoned all defense, focusing all his energy on his breathing techniques, pushing his speed to the limit. The longsword traced an eerie trajectory through the air, aiming for the dire wolf king's eye.

The dire wolf king turned its head, and the sword's edge slashed a bloody gash at the corner of its eye.

At this moment, the beast's ferocity was fully unleashed.

The mark in the center of his forehead suddenly burst into light.

The dark aura emanated from the Warg King and spread rapidly outwards.

As the black fog spread, the already low temperature in the air dropped even further. Large patches of black ice crystals condensed on the ice surface.

Garrick, who was closest to the victim, was the first to be hit.

His armor was instantly covered with a layer of black frost, and his movements became much slower.

The dire wolf king opened its massive jaws and bit directly at Garrick's waist.

Mo Fan attacked from the side.

The garrison commander's longsword struck hard at the dire wolf king's upper jaw, where it was biting Garrick.

A deafening crash resounded as metal struck teeth. A gash appeared in the broadsword. The dire wolf king's fangs were snapped in two by the blow, and blood mixed with saliva splattered onto Mo Fan's helmet.

Garrick seized the opportunity to escape, taking several steps back while panting heavily, trying his best to dispel the black frost on the surface of his armor.

The battle entered an extremely brutal phase of attrition.

The knights are bleeding.

A knight who attempted to attack the warg king's belly had his helmet smashed by a single claw, his brains and blood splattering across the snow. Another knight had his sword-wielding right arm bitten off by the warg king, the armor and flesh torn away along with it.

But the dire wolf king's injuries were more severe.

Its snow-white fur was stained dark red with blood. Its back, abdomen, and hind legs were covered with sword wounds.

At this moment, the dark gold mark on its forehead began to flicker.

This beast possesses extremely high intelligence.

It sensed death approaching. These humans weren't there to buy time; they were capable of killing themselves.

The warg king finally felt fear.

These humans before it were completely different from the soldiers it had slaughtered. They were fearless of death, powerful, and their attacks were precise and ruthless. They were trading their lives for its wounds until it finally collapsed.

Most importantly, the Warg King knew his mission.

It is the core of Hughes's blood energy transmission. Once it dies here, the underground energy channel will be completely severed, and Hughes will no longer have an endless supply of energy to continuously heal himself.

For this monster, its master's survival was more important than its dignity as a king.

The dire wolf king ceased its defensive counterattacks.

The dark gold mark in the center of his forehead burst into light once again.

The black energy spread wildly outwards from it as the center.

The dozen or so official knights who were closest to the target were all knocked back, and some even spat out gushing blood.

A huge gap appeared in the encirclement.

The warg king did not pursue the fallen knights, but instead let out a long howl.

Upon hearing the command, the remaining guard wolves fearlessly abandoned their opponents and used their bodies to block the gap, forming the last line of defense with their flesh and blood.

Then, the dire wolf king's massive body leaped backward and charged headlong towards the edge of the cliff on the north side of the hill without hesitation.

"It's going to run away!"

Valen roared, throwing his longsword as he tried to pin the dire wolf king's hind leg to the ground.

The longsword pierced the muscle, but was jammed by the tough muscle. The dire wolf king let out a low growl, but did not stop.

It wants to escape.

As long as it returns alive to the depths of the Northern Wasteland, it will be able to recover from its injuries, and the beast tide that is still attacking the fortress will continuously provide energy for Hughes underground.

"Don't let it get away."

Mo Fan leaned on his longsword and stood up from the ice, wiping the black blood from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the wargs still fighting to the death, then at the warg king's retreating figure disappearing at the edge of the cliff.

"Lal, Garrick, Noel, Galio, and Reinhardt, you guys take care of these dire wolves."

A fierce glint flashed in Mo Fan's eyes.

"The rest of you, follow me."

A moment later, Mo Fan led the dozen or so surviving knights, following the trail of blood left by the War Wolf King, and plunged into the natural ice rift valley behind the Black Cry Hills.

The interior of the rift valley was dark and devoid of light.

On both sides are towering ice faults hundreds of feet high. A passageway has been torn apart here by the earth's crust, a glacier that has remained frozen for millions of years.

Due to the narrow terrain, cold winds kept blowing in from between the rock walls.

The bloodstains of the dire wolf king were particularly glaring against the pure white snow.

Renn followed in the middle of the group. He hadn't participated in the direct battle to kill the Warg King, and he was in pretty good condition at the moment.

He carried the greatsword in one hand to his side, dragging the tip of the sword across the ice as he moved forward.

The canyon terrain ahead suddenly narrowed.

It was a natural funnel-shaped pass.

At its narrowest point, it could only accommodate three warhorses abreast. The ice walls on both sides extended upwards, with countless clusters of ice hanging from the top.