Three Dogs Immortal Slaughtering Formation

"Damn it, where on earth did that guy run off to?"

Xiao Jie drew his blade and looked around, but he still couldn't see a trace of I Want to Become Immortal, nor his corpse.

He glanced toward the forest in the distance, thinking to himself that the guy couldn't have possibly wandered that far away, could he?

Not far off, a wild dog gnawing on a corpse suddenly caught Xiao Jie's attention.

He had already killed three of these things; he felt their combat power was at least a tier lower than the Lost Soul Bandits, though it was also possible that he had simply grown stronger.

A single wild dog gave over a dozen experience points, and three of them netted him over forty—it felt much easier than killing bandits.

He slowly closed in, and the wild dog retreated in a panic, circling around before suddenly lunging out.

Xiao Jie remained unmoved, his blade moving with practiced ease. A flash of steel later, the wild dog collapsed to the ground with a mournful howl, dead.

Unfortunately, it didn't drop a single thing.

Huh? What's this... Xiao Jie looked at the scattered corpses on the ground. Some still bore clear sword marks; this must have been the work of that kid, I Want to Become Immortal.

The guy must have been here and killed quite a few monsters.

He observed his surroundings for a moment. He had come from the southeast, and there was a cliff wall to the west, so the guy could only have headed north.

Xiao Jie looked toward the forest in the north. Compared to the sparse woodland around him, it was noticeably denser and appeared far more dangerous.

Damn, that guy really is a handful.

Forget it, I'll look for another five minutes, and if I don't see him, I'm pulling out.

At this very moment, I Want to Become Immortal had completely ignored his surroundings; he had only one target in his sights—the Salvage Goblin.

Although he couldn't run as fast as that thing, he had a bow and arrow in his hands.

Whoosh! He fired an arrow, but it flew straight over the Salvage Goblin's head. The goblin turned back, chattered at him mockingly, and turned to run deeper into the forest.

Damn! This aim is just too terrible.

I Want to Become Immortal let out a frustrated roar. Without the support of weapon skills, the bow's accuracy was abysmal; hitting anything was purely a matter of luck.

Yet, he refused to give up. If he could just kill it, it might drop a pile of good loot, maybe even a spell he could learn, allowing him to grow stronger and eventually save his brother.

The obsession in his heart made him pick up the pace again. The Salvage Goblin darted through the trees, running faster and further away. I Want to Become Immortal chased it for a while until the surroundings gradually grew dark, but he was completely blinded by his goal. Thinking only of securing this "newbie starter pack," he wasn't about to let go.

Suddenly, the view opened up as he burst out of the forest. A dilapidated road appeared before him, with several mangled corpses lying on the grass. A few gaunt, mangy wild dogs were gathered around one of the bodies, gnawing away.

The Salvage Goblin was hiding on a large rock behind the dogs, looking over with a mocking grin.

Seeing the wild dogs, I Want to Become Immortal's feverish brain quickly cooled down. He remembered the warnings in the guides: a single wild dog wasn't much of a threat, but a pack was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, the dogs hadn't noticed him yet. Just as he was about to turn and retreat, the Salvage Goblin let out a sinister, cackling laugh, pulled a stone from its small pouch, and hurled it with all its might at the head of the largest dog.

The wild dog immediately raised its head with a bark, but its blood-red eyes didn't seem to see the goblin; instead, they locked onto I Want to Become Immortal.

Woof! With that bark, the other two dogs looked over as well.

I Want to Become Immortal cursed inwardly. This Salvage Goblin actually plays dirty like this?

He was a decisive person; he knew he couldn't outrun them—two legs couldn't beat four. It would be better to quickly kill one, making the remaining two easier to handle.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, but without weapon skill support, his aim was too wide, and the arrow flew off into nowhere.

I Want to Become Immortal didn't fire a second shot, as the three wild dogs were already charging at him.

He immediately switched to his sword and shield and rushed toward the nearest dog.

The dog instantly showed fear and retreated in a panic, causing I Want to Become Immortal's sword to swing at empty air. Meanwhile, the other two flanked him from the left and right. In the blink of an eye, the three dogs had surrounded him in a triangle formation.

Before he could land a second strike, the two dogs behind him attacked simultaneously.

Snap! Snap!

-7! -8!

Luckily, he was wearing armor, so the damage wasn't too high, but the force of the pounce made him stumble forward.

Just as he regained his footing, the one in front lunged at him.

I Want to Become Immortal hurriedly used Shield Defense to block the incoming claws.

But the two behind him struck again immediately.

I Want to Become Immortal turned to swing his sword, but the one he targeted backed away instantly, and he took another bite for his trouble.

He desperately tried to roll out of the encirclement, but the three dogs moved in perfect sync, as if they shared a single mind. Even after rolling twice, he was still surrounded, and the moment he stopped, all three dogs lunged at once.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

A flurry of bites tore away a full quarter of his Health Bar.

This is bad!

I Want to Become Immortal felt a wave of panic as he watched his health bar plummet, his scalp tingling.

Am I really going to die here?

He had only just started playing this game.

He kept trying to break through the encirclement while thinking, but the three Wild Dogs coordinated perfectly. Whenever he attacked one, the other two would instantly launch a sneak attack, making it difficult for him to cope.

After a few rounds, his health was gradually depleted; if he hadn't invested 5 points into Constitution earlier, he would have likely died already.

He hurriedly took out a bottle of Wound Medicine, intending to gulp it down. Just as he raised his hand, a Wild Dog lunged fiercely, biting into him with a howl, and his action of drinking the medicine was directly interrupted.

It's over! I Want to Become Immortal felt a wave of despair. Only now did he realize that drinking medicine in this game wasn't instantaneous; there was a raising-the-hand animation that took about a second to complete. If he were attacked during this time, the action would be interrupted.

Not only did he fail to recover any health, but he had also wasted a bottle of medicine for nothing.

Now that he was surrounded by the three Wild Dogs, which kept launching attacks, he feared he wouldn't be able to drink a single drop of the Blood Potions in his bag.

Was he really going to die here on his very first day?

The Salvage Goblin off to the side let out a cackling, ear-piercing laugh.

Distracted and flustered, the Wild Dogs lunged again.

I Want to Become Immortal's eyes turned red with desperation. Ignoring everything else, he swung his sword head-on, and this time, he finally landed a hit!

Squelch!

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19!

The Wild Dog only had sixty health, so one strike dealt a third of its life, but the cost was that he took two more hits in return.

He only had a dozen health points left.

The injured Wild Dog let out a miserable yelp and quickly retreated, but it didn't expect a figure to suddenly appear behind it.

One Cut Two Pieces!

A flash of cold light swept by, and the Wild Dog was silently cleaved in two.

Who else could it be but Xiao Jie?

Xiao Jie was speechless. This guy had run so far, and the moment they met, he was already surrounded by three Wild Dogs and on the verge of death. He had spoken so confidently this morning about starting with the weakest monsters and exploring slowly, yet this was how he ended up on his first day.

No wonder the mortality rate in this game was so high; if everyone was this much of an idiot, it would be strange if the death rate weren't high.