The woman’s fingertips suddenly extended, revealing sharp claws. The hard scales of the mountain crocodile were sliced open like paper. She looked inside the wound and, as expected, found withered flesh and blood.
She then poked at the smooth cut on the mountain crocodile’s fatal wound, “Blood-drinking blade? This is getting more and more interesting. Could you be that primordial breed stronger than Ye Tong?”
The woman stood up and gazed around. Her eyes fell upon the corpses of the other mountain crocodiles. She remained in place, yet her gaze seemed to penetrate through the forest, finding exactly what she wanted to see.
After a moment, her gaze turned towards the Barony of Brudo. Her form gradually blurred, and with a gust of wind, she vanished without a trace.
The forest leading to the baron’s castle was still quite primitive, with only a tattered road leading to the gate. However, this did not mean there were no inhabitants nearby.
As Qian Ye advanced, he discovered several werewolf tribes scattered along the road leading to the castle. These tribal warriors served as the outer defense of the castle, and they were also his obstacles.
Qian Ye felt a strange sensation, as if he had overlooked something. He decided to stop and leaped onto a tall, straight fir tree, overlooking the core area of the barony of the werewolves.
Werewolves, warriors… Wait, it should be like this! Qian Ye suddenly realized that assassination might not be the best method. Killing Brudo could dismantle the werewolves’ strongest force, but it would still take considerable effort to completely occupy and suppress the resistance afterward.
Perhaps there was another way.
The werewolves here revered pure, primal valor. As the baron, Brudo must be the strongest warrior in the area. According to their tradition, the strongest would always lead the charge in battle and accept any challenge from the front.
Qian Ye decided to change his battle strategy.
A moment later, a mournful howl echoed from deep within the forest. The sound spread far, and soon, several responding howls followed. This was a warning! In an instant, the entire forest was roused, filled with angry howls.
A young werewolf warrior, after responding with a howl, rushed towards the direction of the initial warning. But after just a few steps, he saw a young human man standing before him.
Without hesitation, the werewolf warrior lunged, aiming to bite the opponent’s throat. He expected to snap the invader’s neck with one bite.
However, the human simply reached out casually, and the young werewolf found his throat seized. The man’s hand was like steel, unyielding no matter how he struggled.
Qian Ye had little interest in this young werewolf. Though he was at level five, he still relied on instinct, lacking systematic and professional combat training. Such a skill level, even in numbers, was useless against Qian Ye.
It seemed the werewolves did not understand this, but Qian Ye would soon make them realize the difference.
With a slight increase in pressure, Qian Ye snapped the young werewolf’s neck, then released him, letting him fall to the ground. The werewolf was not dead yet, but without immediate treatment, he would soon stop breathing.
Qian Ye began to run through the forest again. The complex terrain of the mountains was the werewolves’ home field, but it was also his. He suddenly accelerated, quickly catching up to a patrol squad of werewolves, running alongside them.
The sudden appearance of a human figure startled the werewolves. After a brief panic, they recognized the human, and a black-furred werewolf roared, “Intruder! Lowly human! Tear him apart, eat him!”
Several werewolves pounced on Qian Ye, but he took a step forward, his body moving like lightning. He passed through the group, appearing before the black-furred werewolf. With a simple horizontal sweep of the Dongyue sword, he cut the werewolf in half at the waist. Qian Ye never showed mercy to enemies who intended to eat him.
The black-furred werewolf was likely the squad leader, much larger and stronger than the others, yet he could not withstand a single blow from Qian Ye’s sword. Undeterred, the other werewolves continued to howl and warn the others, rushing at Qian Ye one after another.
Qian Ye held the Dongyue sword horizontally, flicking his wrist. Suddenly, multiple sword shadows appeared at the blade’s tip. In an instant, all the werewolves were struck in the abdomen, collapsing in pain, unable to stand again.
Qian Ye slowly sheathed the Dongyue sword and threw a word at the fallen werewolves, “If Brudo is a true warrior, he should come out and fight instead of sending these weaklings to die!”
With that, Qian Ye calmly walked past the werewolves, disappearing into the depths of the forest.
Not long after, a tall, brown-furred werewolf appeared at the scene. The injured werewolves relayed Qian Ye’s message. He was first shocked, then furious, and let out a long howl.
Qian Ye, who had not gone far, heard the challenge in the howl and coldly laughed, turning back to confront the werewolf.
Moments later, the brown-furred werewolf was almost embedded in an ancient tree, his long tongue hanging out, too weak to retract. His arms were completely deformed, and he had countless broken bones. His eyes, once filled with ferocity, now only showed deep fear.
Standing before him, Qian Ye said indifferently, “The battle didn’t last as long as my journey here.”
With that, he removed the Dongyue sword from the werewolf’s neck and left.
For some reason, after taking a few steps, Qian Ye felt a sense of unease, as if someone was watching him. He scanned the surroundings with his True Sight, detecting faint dark essence reactions in the distance—presumably more werewolves heading his way.
The feeling vanished as quickly as it came, leaving him unable to catch it again.
Without delay, Qian Ye sprinted for several kilometers, eliminating an entire squad of werewolf warriors, and then disappeared.
As the casualties increased, the werewolves began to realize that their vast forest had become a hunting ground, with the roles of hunter and prey reversed. The sudden appearance of a human made them the prey, and the human was the hunter.
Inside the baron’s castle, Brudo paced back and forth in the hall, growling angrily. He had already torn apart a table and several chairs with his claws.
“A damn human, daring to insult me, insulting the strongest warrior of this land!”
The werewolves in the hall were afraid, and none dared to calm the enraged baron. Only the human woman, sitting in the shadows, spoke, “Brudo, stay calm! You are not just a strong warrior, but also a wise leader. Anger solves nothing.”
Her voice was soft, but the furious werewolf baron heard her. He snorted several times, finally managing to control his anger.
Brudo suddenly turned to face the woman, saying, “But he is challenging me, challenging us in our traditional hunting grounds! How can I not respond?”
“As a warrior, you should. But as a leader, you cannot fall for his trap. Hasn’t our honor been used by the blood race enough? Why let a human provoke us?”
“Then what should I do?!”
“Send your most elite warriors into the forest to kill or capture him. Since he is human, his endurance will be his weakest point. You have many warriors, do not fear sacrifice. Wear him down!”
Brudo’s face darkened, his nostrils flaring with fiery breath, but he began to think.
Looking out the window, he saw over a hundred werewolf warriors gathered on a small hill nearby. A large werewolf stood in front of them, waving his arms and roaring.
The werewolf displayed his primal form, covered in shiny, dark brown fur, taller and stronger than most of the others.
He deliberately showed the large scars on his body, bellowing, “We are descendants of the Wolf God! Every drop of blood in our veins is for battle! Weak, treacherous, and cowardly humans are only fit for food! Now a human dares to challenge us! Brothers, this is our chance to restore our ancient glory and tradition! Follow me, and tear him apart, put him on the table!”
His roar, infused with a bloodthirsty effect, excited the werewolf warriors, who howled and transformed.
Brudo’s face was grim. The brown-furred werewolf was his uncle, a zealous supporter of the Ancient Glory.
The Ancient Glory faction was the most radical among the werewolves, advocating the restoration of the Wolf God’s rule over the seven “Holy Lands” and the destruction of all other lands.
They saw humans as food, the blood race as eternal enemies, and the demonkin as treacherous. They also considered the spider-demons as incomplete, and all other minor races as impure. To them, the world was full of enemies, even other werewolf factions.
This extreme ideology was difficult even for the traditional Brudo to fully accept. However, the lower the rank, the more supporters the Ancient Glory had.
Watching his uncle incite the younger werewolves, Brudo frowned, wanting to intervene.
Suddenly, the woman appeared beside him, grabbing his arm. Looking out the window, she said softly, “Isn’t this good? The sacrifices won’t be on your head.”
Brudo hesitated, ultimately not removing her hand.
Qian Ye hid in the dense canopy of an ancient tree, observing the brown-furred werewolf through the Four Symbols scope. Although the distance was far, the wild wind carried the howls, and snippets of the werewolf’s words reached his ears.
“Human… Tear them all apart, eat them… Wolf God! Will rule the world…”
Most of the werewolf’s speech was in the Dark Realm’s common language, but a few terms sounded more like howls, likely in the werewolf’s tribal language. Nevertheless, Qian Ye understood the meaning and smirked, recognizing the Ancient Glory faction.
He slowly pulled the trigger, and the unique sound of the Eagle Strike pierced the sky. The brown-furred werewolf fell to the ground.
Qian Ye climbed to the top of the tree, calmly slung the Eagle Strike behind him, and, with a middle finger, disappeared into the forest.
Standing at the window, the werewolf baron trembled. That middle finger was aimed at him. In front of so many warriors, he could not retreat.
Brudo firmly pushed the woman aside, leaped out the window, and let out a long howl, then chased after Qian Ye at incredible speed.
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