Trembling with Fear of the Wind Wolf

Shooting A Bit Like Kobe leaned against the stone wall of the valley, clutching his right arm, which had been severed at the elbow.

During the recent battle, he'd carelessly allowed a Jackalman to rush him, tearing off half his arm.

Now, only half of his right arm remained, blood gushing out, making for a grim sight.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt too much.

His few teammates shook their heads as they looked at his wound.

After these days in the game, they had all gained some understanding of its injury system.

As long as vital areas like the heart or throat weren't hit, and no limbs were severed, any internal or external wound would slowly heal over time, even without treatment.

Of course, treatment would speed up the recovery.

Besides treatment, the speed of recovery was directly related to Constitution. The higher one's Constitution, the faster they would heal from the same injury.

This was the advantage of Constitution Class players, an advantage that became more pronounced in the later stages of the game.

However, severed limbs could not be regenerated.

Therefore, when players suffered severed limbs or injuries that required a long time to heal, they would choose to end their own lives and respawn.

Respawning simply meant waiting twenty-four hours, which was better than lying in bed for days or being permanently disabled.

Unless one had a peculiar hobby, like cosplaying Yang Guo from The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Shooting A Bit Like Kobe clearly didn't have such a hobby, so if he wanted to recover, his only option was to respawn.

"Alright, tell me, how do you want to die?"

The Ranger patted Shooting A Bit Like Kobe's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"I'm not as weird as you, wanting to experience being buried alive or something. Just smash me to death with your club."

Shooting A Bit Like Kobe shot him a look and said.

He didn't have any particular preference for how he died.

It was the Ranger's gloating expression that annoyed him a bit.

Just you wait, next time you get hurt, I'll definitely set off firecrackers to celebrate!

He had already forgotten how he'd laughed himself numb the last time the Ranger was injured and needed to be finished off.

"You got it! I'll grant your wish!"

The Ranger grinned, picked up the Wolf Tooth Club beside him, and aimed it at Shooting A Bit Like Kobe's head.

"Aim carefully!"

Shooting A Bit Like Kobe said.

Even though it didn't hurt, he didn't want to take multiple hits to die.

"Don't worry, I guarantee a one-hit kill."

The Ranger promised with a cheeky smile.

"Let's do it."

Shooting A Bit Like Kobe closed his eyes.

The Ranger didn't hesitate. He swung the Wolf Tooth Club in his hand and brought it down hard on Shooting A Bit Like Kobe's head.

With a bang, Shooting A Bit Like Kobe disconnected.

All that was left was a corpse with a smashed head.

This scene was witnessed by Wind Wolf, who was standing beside Lin Feng.

He had been observing Shooting A Bit Like Kobe and, seeing that half his arm was severed yet his face showed no pain, even allowing him to converse calmly with his companions, he couldn't help but admire the toughness of this Human Race member.

Losing to such an enemy was no disgrace!

Then, he saw the grinning Ranger patting Shooting A Bit Like Kobe's shoulder, the two of them talking.

Although he couldn't understand them, he assumed the companion was comforting the dismembered Human Race member, telling him not to be sad and that they would protect him even with his lost arm.

As he was thinking this, he saw the grinning Human Race member raise a Wolf Tooth Club and, with a single blow, send the dismembered Human Race member to his demise.

This horrifying sight made all his fur stand on end, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

That Human Race member had only lost half an arm. Even if he lost his hunting ability, he could still do many other jobs; he was by no means useless or a burden.

Yet, his companion had killed him without hesitation!

What was even more terrifying was that the surrounding Human Race members, upon witnessing this scene, showed no surprise whatsoever, acting as if it were commonplace.

No one even spared it a second glance!

Even the Human Race expert who had captured him, clearly the leader of these people, paid no attention to the matter.

What a fearsome Tribe!

What terrifying Human Race!

He couldn't help but start to tremble.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Lin Feng, seeing all of his fur stand on end, thought he was about to attack or flee and immediately asked warily.

"N-nothing!"

The Wind Wolf was startled by Lin Feng's question and quickly replied.

His voice even carried a hint of a sob due to his fear.

"Nothing? Then why is your fur standing on end?"

Lin Feng didn't believe him.

Based on his experience, cats and dogs would only stand their fur up when angry or preparing for a fight.

He figured jackalmen would be similar.

"I'm just a little cold."

The Wind Wolf didn't dare say he was scared by their ruthlessness and quickly made up an excuse.

"Cold?"

Lin Feng curiously reached out his hand, feeling the cold wind blowing through the valley entrance.

It was already late autumn, and it was indeed a little chilly.

"Are you jackalmen so afraid of the cold?"

Lin Feng asked curiously.

"N-no, not all jackalmen are afraid of the cold. I've been weak since I was young and can't stand the cold."

The Wind Wolf said with a mournful face.

He was running out of excuses!

But if these terrifying humans found out he was lying, they would kill him immediately, right?

Fortunately, Lin Feng didn't press further and turned to direct the players in cleaning up the battlefield, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to run off and just obediently followed Lin Feng, going wherever Lin Feng went, like a little follower.

The surrounding players looked at him curiously.

What was this jackalman doing?

The Tribe Leader's new subordinate?

The players were merely curious, but when the Wind Wolf met their curious gazes, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, with thorns in his back, and a lump in his throat...

These humans, they aren't going to kill me, are they?

After directing the players to clean up the battlefield, Lin Feng brought the Wind Wolf into the inner valley and began his interrogation.

"A jackalman scout entered the valley yesterday, that was you, wasn't it?"

Lin Feng leaned against a tree trunk, looking the Wind Wolf up and down, and asked.

There were traces of a jackalman scout in the valley, but the players hadn't found any sign of jackalmen, which had puzzled him.

But after seeing the Wind Wolf, his confusion was resolved.

In his wolf form, the Wind Wolf was smaller than in his jackalman form, and it was normal for him to hide from the players' sight by using the grass for cover.

"No... yes."

The Wind Wolf stammered his reply.

He had intended to deny it, but fearing Lin Feng would kill him if he found out he was lying, he quickly changed his mind.

"Is it yes or no?"

Lin Feng frowned.

What did he mean by "no... yes"?

"Yes, it was me. I was just following orders, please don't blame me."

The Wind Wolf dared not lie.

Seeing how timid the Wind Wolf was, Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle and continued, "How many people are there in your jackalman Tribe?"

"Don't lie to me, you know the consequences of lying!"

After asking, Lin Feng didn't forget to threaten the Wind Wolf.

"Let me count."

The Wind Wolf said, counting on his fingers.

"Our tribe originally had seventy-one adult jackalmen and thirteen children. Thirteen people from Suihou's team were killed by you a few days ago, and twenty-one more died in battle today, um..."

He counted on his fingers, carefully calculating, his forehead breaking out in a sweat for fear of making a mistake.

He had seen the number of jackalmen who died today when he was counting the spoils of war with Lin Feng.

"Um..., there are forty-seven adult jackalmen left!"

He finally figured it out.

Lin Feng gave him a speechless look.

"Shouldn't it be thirty-seven?"

This guy's math is terrible. Do Jackalmen not know how to count?

Large beads of cold sweat trickled down the Wind Wolf's forehead.

"I'm sorry, my lord! I calculated incorrectly. It wasn't intentional. Please don't kill me!"

He dropped to his knees with a thud, begging Lin Feng with a choked sob.

Lin Feng stared at him speechlessly.

Does this Jackalman have a screw loose?

He wants to kill me for miscalculating? Am I that cruel?

"I ask you, are you willing to submit to me and serve our Starry Tribe?"

Lin Feng asked.

He had given considerable thought to how to deal with the Wind Wolf.

There were three options: kill him, subdue him, or let him go.

Letting him go was out of the question. He had captured the Wind Wolf through his own efforts, so why would he let him go?

The Wind Wolf had been obedient after being captured, answering whatever he was asked. Furthermore, his abilities were decent, so killing him would be a waste.

The best option was to subdue him.

The only concern was whether he would feign submission and look for an opportunity to betray him.

"I am willing, I am willing! You are my master from now on. If you tell me to go east, I will never dare to go west!"

The Wind Wolf replied immediately.

As long as he wasn't killed, he was willing to do anything!

The moment he agreed to submit, a system prompt sounded in Lin Feng's ear.

Congratulations to the host for successfully subduing a Jackalman. Hidden race 'Jackalman' unlocked. Players choosing the Strength Class have a certain probability of triggering this, and can choose it.