For Xia Nan, the wounds on the coyotes before him were already so familiar that he could not have known them better.
They were purplish-black bruises formed when skin and muscle had been violently struck by rough, blunt weapons, along with tiny wounds that seemed to have been caused by sharp objects such as rusty nails piercing flesh;
A few looked like slashes caused by some sharp human weapon. Upon closer inspection, however, the edges of the wounds were far from smooth. Instead, they were jagged, as if they had been hacked with a saw, with grayish-yellow metallic rust specks visible among the bloodied flesh turned outward.
From the characteristics of the wounds alone, it was possible to determine that they had come from crudely made yet inexplicably hard wooden sticks, as well as rusty blades and swords scavenged from adventurers' corpses and left unmaintained for years.
On top of that, there was the filthy, foul, nauseating, and murky stench lingering around the coyotes—a disgusting odor that somehow made Xia Nan feel inexplicably intoxicated by its familiarity.
By now, how could he still not know what the coyotes had encountered while hunting outside?
Goblins!
It was goblins!
His beastly pupils contracted slightly, his heartbeat suddenly accelerating. As his chest rose and fell, his breathing became rapid as well.
Behind him, his wolf tail wagged rapidly like a propeller. Xia Nan felt an indescribable urgency rising in his heart.
The existence of goblins was a burden and danger to all other intelligent beings living in this world, as well as to ordinary beasts that normally dwelled in the wilderness. They were a complete scourge.
If such a goblin tribe lived near the wolf pack, sooner or later it would threaten the coyotes' lives.
To repay the coyotes for feeding him during