Great Silver Wolf.
Even among second-tier monsters, it was considered upper-middle class in strength. Famous for its ferocity and speed, it had been exceptionally classified as an "elite-level" dangerous species by the Adventurer's Guild.
This meant that unless you had reached the standard of a third-tier profession, you needed to flee immediately upon encountering such a monster.
Leik, a second-tier Elemental Mage, now had palms slick with sweat.
He was wondering whether, if the snow-white wolf before them attacked at this moment, he could protect himself and Butler Robert.
Very soon, almost in an instant, he reached a conclusion.
It was highly unlikely.
Forget protecting Robert—even whether he could protect himself was still a question.
However, what truly made him feel as though he were facing a formidable enemy, trembling all over with cold sweat pouring from his forehead, was not this Great Silver Wolf.
It was—
This little Black Wolf on the ground ahead, which had leaped down from the Great Silver Wolf's head and which he did not recognize at all.
Generally speaking, no one could truly remember every monster. There were simply too many of them. Only those dangerous enough to pose a serious threat would become widely known.
If he encountered a Wolf Cub like this in the wilderness, Leik probably would not give it a second glance, treating it as nothing more than an ordinary wild beast.
But now—
Had anyone ever seen an ordinary beast make the Great Silver Wolf, which had pride carved into its very bones, willingly serve as its mount?
As the saying went, one family rejoiced while another grieved.
The players, on the other hand, were all wearing expressions of curiosity.
They were not fools. Judging from the snow-white wolf's earlier reaction, Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic were probably just hitching a ride and tagging along.
The real star of the show seemed to be—
This Little Black Wolf that had jumped down last?
Many players were already very practiced at immediately throwing out the "Detection" skill upon meeting someone. To their surprise, they could detect the basic information of the silver wolf that had just slaughtered its way through the Mutated Villagers.
Yet, for this Black Wolf that still looked like a cub, every player received only three question marks, identical to the expressions on their faces.
No, that was not quite right. It was every player except Luo Chen.
A top player was a top player, after all, and always had something exceptional about him. While all the other players were still using the lowest-level Detection skill provided by the system, he had already obtained "Intermediate" Detection by completing a series of quests.
Thus, the following panel appeared before Luo Chen.
Little Black Level: 16 Race: ??? Skills: Black Flame (Passive)—All fire-element magic damage you deal is converted into true damage and cannot be immune to or reduced Void Ignition Lv1—Ignites creatures within a range of "10," dealing continuous fire-element damage with a power of "5." Each time this skill eliminates a unit, its power will continue to stack and rise for a certain period Shadow Form Lv1—Within a range of "3," you can travel through the shadows, ignoring terrain and space, ??? ??? . Talent Specialties: Extraordinary Bloodline—You gain more attribute points each time you level up Advanced Tenacious Life—Maximum health +300%, recovery speed +1000%~2000% Advanced Elemental Affinity—Casting speed +50%, skill damage +240% Vitality Immunity—You ignore lethal damage Ancient Will—Resistance to negative effects +60% ??? ??? . Danger Level: Extremely Lethal!!
Luo Chen: "."
Was this not far too overpowered!?
What kind of godly panel was this?
Most importantly, the other party was only level 16?
Luo Chen reacted almost instantly. This one definitely had an extraordinary background and was an ultimate potential stock, because level could not explain everything, but talent specialties absolutely could.
Generally speaking, only those at leader level or above, who had reached the BOSS template, were worthy of possessing even a very small number of talent specialties.
Yet this Little Black Wolf—
The specialties revealed by his "Intermediate Detection" alone numbered more than five, and every one of them was so powerful that it could be described as a bug.
No wonder it was a named monster!
In the game world, all players clearly understood one thing: having a "name" represented "uniqueness."
For example, although the huge snow-white wolf beside them looked mighty and imposing, the panel displayed Great Silver Wolf. Aside from it, there were countless others like it in the world.
Apparently sensing that he was being watched—
Liao Zixuan immediately locked onto Luo Chen from within the crowd of players.
Tsk.
So he was quite someone, huh? To have obtained the "Intermediate" Detection skill this early into the closed beta. Liao Zixuan knew very well that if Luo Chen had only possessed Low-Level Detection, he would never have sensed this feeling of being watched.
After memorizing Luo Chen's ID and labeling him a "high-quality leek" in his mind, Liao Zixuan did not pay him much attention. He continued walking forward.
On the other side, after Little Wolf's gaze swept over him and then moved away after only a glance, Luo Chen, who had not dared breathe too loudly, finally let out a long breath and patted his chest.
That was terrifying.
It seemed that from now on, he absolutely could not throw out Detection recklessly, especially against high-level NPCs and monsters.
Luo Chen had relaxed, but the pressure instantly shifted to Robert and the others at Vivian's home.
They watched the Little Wolf Cub's figure approach them step by step.
Spellcasters were generally more perceptive than ordinary people. Thus, in Leik's eyes, it seemed as though some incredibly terrifying monster were approaching him.
His breathing grew heavier and more hurried, his chest heaved violently, and terror began to fill his eyes.
"Mr. Leik."
"Mr. Leik!"
"Leik!!"
Robert watched as Leik reacted excessively and even began chanting a spell, apparently intending to attack. After calling out several times without success, the noble butler resorted to physical silence.
"Magic Miss—Mmph!" Robert clamped a hand over Leik's mouth, forcibly interrupting the spell.
All that could be said was—
They had narrowly escaped disaster.
Leik was drenched in sweat. When he saw that the Little Wolf Cub did not even spare him a glance and simply walked straight through the two of them, heading toward the bedroom inside Vivian's house as its true target, he finally recovered from his overexcited state.
The Spellcaster collapsed limply from exhaustion and could barely remain standing without Robert supporting him.
"Thank you, Robert."
"You definitely saved my life!"
People sometimes could not control themselves when gripped by extreme fear. Leik did not dare imagine what consequences would have resulted if he had attacked that Little Wolf with magic just now.
"It's all right, Mr. Leik. Although I can't compare with you when it comes to combat experience, I'm still quite good at judging people. Er, the same goes for monsters."
"It probably doesn't mean us any harm. At least, how should I put it? It's as if it sees us as... little stones by the roadside?"
After saying this, Robert patted the mage whom the family had paid a hefty sum to hire.
"All right, relax. Let's go in and see what this little fellow is trying to do."
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