Wind Wolves Attack

Wind Wolves Attack

The Kingdom of Fenlai was roughly a thousand li from the Hanmu Kingdom.

The caravan wasn't moving very fast.

Zhao Nan had asked Roslet, and it would take roughly three months to reach their destination.

Perhaps Zhao Nan wasn't the protagonist, or perhaps this was a well-traveled trade route. For a full month, nothing happened—not even a single monster attack.

That was exactly why Zhao Nan had enjoyed such a relaxing month.

Perhaps his thoughts had become clear, perhaps his Visualization Technique had remarkable effects, or perhaps mages faced no bottleneck between Level Seven and the Saint level.

Over the course of that month, his level as a mage had actually risen straight to Level Nine.

However, his warrior level remained at Level Seven.

It wasn't that Zhao Nan lacked talent as a warrior. Rather, he didn't have a suitable battle-qi technique.

The battle-qi technique he was cultivating now was just an ordinary one. He had only managed to reach Level Seven thanks to the system's initial reward.

As for advanced battle-qi techniques, they were virtually impossible to obtain without a powerful background or a stroke of luck.

On the Yulan Continent, the only ones who could reach Level Eight or even Level Nine by training their bodies alone were magical beasts and the Four Ultimate Warriors.

Ordinary people simply couldn't reach that level.

But Zhao Nan wasn't worried. After all, he had already reached Level Nine as a mage, making him a person of some importance on the Yulan Continent.

Of course, as a Level Nine Mage, all Zhao Nan had over other Level Six Mages was a little more spiritual force and magic power.

After all, the Ernst Institute only taught spells below Level Seven. It didn't teach any spells above that level, so anyone who wanted to learn them had to join a major organization.

Although Zhao Nan didn't know any spells, he wasn't worried.

Having read the original story, he naturally understood that cultivation ultimately came down to comprehending the Laws and their Profound Mysteries.

That was why Zhao Nan hadn't announced his breakthrough to Level Seven as a mage. Instead, he had continued cultivating in silence.

Perhaps one couldn't cultivate the Profound Mysteries of the Laws before reaching Level Nine as a mage. Or perhaps they were simply too difficult to understand. Even though Zhao Nan had started studying them as soon as he reached Level Seven, he still had no idea how to grasp them now that he was Level Nine.

Still, Zhao Nan had gained something.

Although he hadn't figured out the Profound Mysteries of the Laws, he had made considerable progress in his study of the Laws of Wind, Earth, and Fire over this long period—especially the Wind Laws.

Just as Zhao Nan was celebrating his breakthrough to Level Nine as a mage, an unfamiliar fluctuation suddenly appeared within the range of his spiritual force.

As soon as Zhao Nan sensed the unfamiliar fluctuation, he knew trouble had come knocking.

He immediately sent out his spiritual force to investigate.

When he saw what it was, he couldn't help but freeze. It was a Level Four magical beast—a Wind Wolf.

Zhao Nan couldn't help feeling puzzled.

The caravan had a Level Six warrior guarding it. How could a mere Level Four Wind Wolf dare to come looking for a meal?

But then, Zhao Nan felt his scalp prickle.

There were simply too many Wind Wolves.

He knew wolves were pack animals, but even so, he hadn't expected this pack to be so large. There were over three hundred of them.

Seeing this, Zhao Nan abandoned the idea of secretly wiping them out himself.

Although he was a Level Nine Mage, he didn't know any advanced spells. He could only cast a few Level Six spells to fight his enemies.

He might have managed if there had been only a few enemies, but he didn't think he could handle over three hundred Wind Wolves. Better to call for help!

"Roslet, Roslet!"

Zhao Nan climbed out of his carriage and called to Roslet in the carriage beside it.

Roslet had been sleeping soundly in his carriage. Hearing Zhao Nan call, he hurriedly sat up and poked his head out to look at him. "What is it, Mr. Zhao Nan?"

"Roslet, while I was cultivating just now, I sensed the presence of magical beasts. I took a closer look and found a lot of them—over three hundred." Zhao Nan didn't have time to beat around the bush with Roslet, so he quickly told him what he had discovered.

Roslet was startled. He hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhao Nan, what kind of magical beasts are attacking us?"

"Level Four magical beasts—Wind Wolves. There are over three hundred of them, and some of them are probably Level Five or even Level Six." Zhao Nan briefly explained.

As soon as Roslet heard this, he shouted, "Stay alert! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Stay alert! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Stay alert! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

After shouting it three times, Roslet turned to Zhao Nan again. "Mr. Zhao Nan, our caravan needs your help!"

"Of course. We're friends, aren't we?"

Zhao Nan wasn't about to stand by and do nothing. Whether it was out of gratitude for Roslet's respect throughout the journey, a desire to hone his combat skills, or the fact that nobody could escape unscathed when the whole nest was destroyed, he would help them no matter how he looked at it.

The wolf-type magical beasts of the Yulan Continent could mainly be divided into three groups: Fang Wolves, Wind Wolves, and Snow Wolves.

The Snow Wolf group was the strongest overall, while the Fang Wolf group was the weakest.

The Wind Wolf group fell between them. Every Wind Wolf, even the most ordinary one, was a Level Four magical beast. The elites were Level Five or Level Six, and it was said that the strongest members of the Wind Wolf group could reach Level Eight.

Relying on his spiritual force to sense the pack slowly closing in on the caravan, Zhao Nan's lips moved as he began silently reciting a spell. His gaze grew resolute.

This attack by magical beasts was the most dangerous situation Zhao Nan had faced since arriving in the Coiling Dragon World.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

A series of muffled booms rang out. In the dark of night, hundreds of boulders, each a full meter tall and glowing with an earthy-yellow light, hurtled toward the wolf pack at Extreme Speed.

As the boulders came crashing down, the Wind Wolves looked up and hurriedly dodged.

It was an Earth magic spell cast by Zhao Nan.

Zhao Nan knew very well how fast Wind Wolves were. Rather than using Wind magic, he had attacked with Earth magic to strike at them and disrupt the pack's formation.

As the rocks slammed into the ground, the Wind Wolves had already dodged clear of the area where the boulders landed.

But even with their incredible speed, some Wind Wolves couldn't dodge in time. They were either crushed to death or injured.

Sensing this through his spiritual force, Zhao Nan couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder they're Wind Wolves. They're incredibly fast."