I can evolve everything

Chapter 120 Reunion

Renn leaned against the rock wall and sighed.

Ryan finally understood why Barron had done all this.

Raine didn't continue the conversation. His gaze passed over the campfire and landed on the warg king's corpse, split in two, deep in the shadows.

The atmosphere between the two returned to calm.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind direction at the cave entrance changed.

Originally, a few faint human voices were mixed in with the sound of the wind.

"Raine"

"Rayn Wilder—"

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The sound was torn into fragments by the wind and snow, but it was indeed the cry of a human being.

It looks like it's Valen and Ella.

The official knights have cleared a passage through the Ice Ruins.

Baron straightened up.

He turned around and faced Renn again: "Your companions have arrived."

Baron pulled up his cloak, hiding the mask back in the shadows.

"Are you leaving?" Ryan looked at him.

"I still have unresolved scores to settle." Baron stomped out the embers of the fire at his feet.

"You can keep this dire wolf king; after all, you killed it yourself."

As Barron reached the cave entrance, a gust of wind immediately whipped up his cloak.

He stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"Raine, your sword is hard. Don't be like me, swinging your sword at things you can't cut."

Before he finished speaking, Baron's figure had already disappeared into the snow outside.

Raine listened quietly to the wind outside, then silently got up and picked up one of the dire wolf king's fangs and put it in his pocket.

He needs this.

"Raine!"

Outside the cave, shouts continued to travel through the wind and snow towards this side.

"Here————"

Ryan took a deep breath, opened his lips, and responded loudly.

Then, the sound of human footsteps quickly approached.

Ryan closed his eyes.

A moment later, a red figure rushed over from a distance and squeezed into the cave through the crack in the ice.

Then, the first thing she saw was Renn, who was leaning against the rock wall, breathing heavily.

After a moment of stunned silence, Ella finally reacted and hugged Raine tightly.

The usually lively and playful half-elf girl was silent at this moment, only holding Renn tightly, and if you listened carefully, you could faintly hear her sobbing.

"I thought you'd been captured by the Dire Wolf King..."

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Raine raised his intact left hand and patted Ella's head.

"He won't die."

Ella then glared at him fiercely.

Then, footsteps could be heard coming from outside the gap.

Valen smashed through the ice at the edge of the cave entrance, and the blond knight, holding a burning torch, plunged into the cave.

The firelight instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Valen's face was full of exhaustion.

Following behind him were Garrick and several other knights.

The armor of these knights was badly damaged, and they were all injured to varying degrees.

"Thank God of Justice, you're still breathing."

Valen stepped forward and stuck the torch into the crevice in the rock.

The firelight illuminated the depths of the cave.

Valen's words came to an abrupt halt.

Garrick sensed that something was wrong with Valen. He had just placed his hand on the hilt of his sword to be on guard when he froze in mid-air after seeing the scene deep inside the cave.

The entire cave fell into a deathly silence.

The firelight illuminated the enormous mountain of flesh stretching deep into the shadows. It was the mangled remains of a wolf king, cleaved in two.

The blood froze into an amber-like layer on the ground. The enormous head had split cleanly in the center, its brain matter mixed with bone fragments.

Valen, carrying a torch, slowly walked to the corpse.

He lowered his head and looked at the horrific death of the dire wolf king.

Valen turned his head and looked at Ryan, who was leaning against the rock wall.

"You did it all by yourself."

This is a declarative sentence, without any questioning tone.

Renn met the knights' gazes and simply nodded.

He had no need to hide himself from these knights who fought alongside him.

Garrick stepped forward, bent down, and carefully examined the fatal cut on the dire wolf king's head.

"The cut surface is smooth. It runs from the top of the skull through the lower jaw."

Garrick straightened up and turned to look at Valen.

"Your greatsword cleaved through the hardest skull in the wasteland."

He then turned around, slammed his right fist into his breastplate, and gave Raine the most standard salute of respect between knights of the North.

"You are a hero of the Northern Fortress."

Valen let out a long sigh of relief.

"You saved the entire Northern Fortress."

At that moment, another knight poked half his body through the gap.

"Valen!"

The knight's voice was filled with undisguised ecstasy.

His chest heaved violently, and he had lost his helmet somewhere.

"The monsters outside the Northern Fortress have dispersed!"

He even shouted incoherently, "They're killing each other! Those monsters are fleeing for their lives into the depths of the wasteland!"

Valen's taut muscles relaxed.

He slid down the cold rock wall and sat down on the ground, completely relaxing.

"The commander and his men won."

"We succeeded."

Garrick sat down against the massive dire wolf carcass and closed his eyes.

"Don't get too excited yet. Let's go back to the Northern Fortress and see the situation for ourselves."

The knights began their operation.

The pelt and flesh of the warg king were extremely valuable materials and could not be left in this desolate wilderness. Garrick skillfully dismembered the king who had once ruled the wasteland with a dagger and a longsword.

Renn closed his eyes and slowly recovered his strength.

The northern cold remains. But the oppressive feeling is gone from this biting wind.

The gaze traverses the long stretch of wind and snow.

Thirty li north of the Black Weeping Hills.

This is a truly barren land.

A dense cloud of black mist moved rapidly along the ground.

The strong winds could not disperse the black fog.

A moment later, the black mist hovered above the ogre's corpse.

The black mist transformed into countless tiny black tentacles, forcibly burrowing into the dead body through the ogre's mouth, nose, and wounds.

Strange sounds of bones and muscles reassembling echoed across the empty snowfield.

The ogre's massive body began to convulse violently.

Dense dark red lines appeared on the originally deathly pale skin surface.

Those lines, like living vines, forcibly stitched together the torn muscles.

The mutilated head was directly filled and shaped by the surging black weapons.

Hughes Bloodhoof used his extremely rough body to get up from the deep snow.

This body is too bulky.

Limited by the magical talent of this ogre body, he is currently unable to cast even the most basic spells smoothly.

The pride of this first knight and half-lich was utterly shattered by those bastards beneath the Northern Fortress.

He needed to head north, across vast wilderness, to the far north to rest and recuperate.

Time meant nothing to him. Fifty years, or a hundred years. As long as his soul lived on, he could always rise again.

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