"Dire Wolf Wilderness", banner tent.
Under the dark blue sky, there was a slight chill in the air, and the soil underfoot was particularly barren.
This is the station on the northwest side of the Woodland Association. It is close to the border. The soil is poor and polluted, and it cannot produce useful crops. It seems uninhabitable, but there are still many students in this station, "Wildfire Sect (Blood Law·Beast Fang)""Fang Grove(Beast Fang·Emerald Nectar)""Desolate Sky White Vulture(Vaulted Sky·Radiant Moon)", three organizations are resident here.
Passing through a large expanse of yellowing wilderness, camps with towering giant tents appeared in sight.
Soon, a group of riders galloped through the wasteland of gravel and weeds and arrived at the camp.
They unloaded the boxes they carried from horseback and handed them over to local the Association personnel, who handed them over one by one according to the list and confirmed them.
"Okay, the inspection is over." After confirming that the number of supplies was correct, the local the Association member nodded.
Afterwards, the riders got on their horses again, tied up the supply boxes containing various furs and bones, and turned around to leave.
Although "Dire Wolf Wilderness" cannot provide food crops, the fur and bone materials produced here are also famous in the Association. The students who can study here are all good at fighting wild beasts and monsters.
In the afternoon, a young man returned to the camp carrying the bloody wolf head and fur and threw it into a wooden frame inside the camp tent.
"Wash it and calculate how many points and gold coins this is worth."
"Yes, Master Agren." The Orc slaves in the camp quickly picked up the wooden frame and went to clean it.
Afterwards, the young man dug out a bottle of wine from the box in the corner of the tent, cut off the cap, then sat at the table and drank it, as if drinking water.
The wine showed a bright blood color. When poured into the mouth, the blood circulation in the young man's body began to accelerate, and the power of "Blood Law"Aspect Power seeped into and traveled around, constantly strengthening his body.
"Huh."
After drinking, the empty wine bottle was thrown into the wooden frame by Agren. It clanged a few times and then stopped. He now came to the big bed covered with thick fur, ready to take a nap to digest the Blood Wine power he had absorbed.
Unfortunately, before he had slept for ten minutes, members of the Woodland in short cloaks came to the tent where he lived and called his name.
"Is student Agren at home? Here are the mail items sent by the Association." He placed a long wooden box in the big tent, searched with his eyes, and saw the sleeping young man.
"Okay, I get it, put it there." Agren raised his hand and pointed to a random place.
"Okay, but you still need to sign for it." The other party came over with the book and asked Agren, who was half asleep, to sign.
After finishing, the Association member closed the curtain and left the large tent.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Agren woke up leisurely, stretched out and felt comfortable all over.
"It was great, I slept so comfortably." He jumped up, moved his wrists and feet, and prepared to go to the market in the camp and find some food along the way.
"Hey, where did this come from?" He saw the sealed wooden box in the tent.
I walked over and looked at the seal. It should have been mailed from another station.
"It seems that I haven't placed an order with that guy Mengde lately. The batch of Blood Wine I bought before has not been finished yet." He turned over the box and saw the writing on it. It was indeed mailed to him.
[Dire Wolf Wilderness, Agren]
"It's strange, it is indeed for me. Forget it, let's open it and take a look." He directly opened the wooden boards with his bare hands and took apart the long wooden box.
Soon, a long black sheath knife wrapped in three layers of sawdust, thick cloth, and oil paper appeared in front of me.
"This is?"
He picked up the scabbard and pulled out the handle. The dark gold blade poured out like water, and the smooth lines made people fall in love with it.
Holding the handle of the knife, Agren slashes with ease, giving it a seamless and smooth feel.
"Not bad, really good, very good." He praised several times in succession.
Then Agren found a piece of damaged and useless animal skin, lightly scratched it with the blade, and a Sharpness smooth opening was torn open. The process was extremely smooth.
"This feeling is really comfortable." He kept playing with the long knife, feeling happy in his heart.
That night, Agren took the knife and found the blacksmith in the camp to let him evaluate it.
"Oh, this is a knife." The other party gestured with it, then looked at it carefully in the light of the fire.
"It should be made by Golden Radiance Plain. Not to mention the materials, the entire blade is made of Radiant Gold ingots. It is particularly bold and bold, and the craftsmanship is also great. It seems to be made by the acquaintances of "Forged Gold Hammer"."
"Why, how much did you spend to make it? I guess no one would be willing to do it if I didn't have 100 gold coins." Putting down the knife, the blacksmith asked jokingly.
After listening, Agren put away the long knife, put it back into the scabbard, and answered with a smile, "Spend money?"
"Of course it cost nothing, but a good friend did order it for me. She must have spent a lot of money."
"It seems that I have to thank you very much next time we meet, but what is her name, Tilu, Xiya?" Agren touched his chin and couldn't remember the girl's name.
"Forget it, we'll talk about it next time we meet. I feel like I'm going to advance soon. Then I'll go to other places to have a look. I'm a little tired of staying in this place where nothing matters."
"So fast? I remember you have been here less than a year, Agren." The blacksmith was a little surprised. He walked aside and sat down, took out a can of water, and poured it into his mouth.
"Oh, who do you think I am?"
"Didn't I show you the badge when I came here? I killed the second-level "Black Goat" by myself during the assessment. Now more than half a year has passed, and my strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Killing those second-level Dire Wolf in the wild is as easy as playing." Agren came to sit next to the chubby blacksmith.
"When I advance, I will kill the third-level wolf king, collect the reward, and move the location."
"Are you leaving so soon? I remember that many young men in the camp admire you and call you big brother."
"Brother, what's wrong?" Agren shook his head.
"The rule on the grassland is that as long as you are strong enough, you will be the boss everywhere."
"They shout this every day, and they don't want to follow me to hunt and fight safely. If they encounter someone who can't be dealt with, I will take action." He leaned on the back of the chair with his hands behind his head, Agren raised his legs and looked at the bellows in the blacksmith shop.
"This fire is getting bigger and bigger." He looked at the increasingly orange and incandescent flames in the stove, seemed to remember something, and then stood up.
"I remember that there was a set of Wolf-Head Cloak in the equipment list you showed me before. That's right."
"Oh, you're talking about that." The blacksmith turned around.
"You have to give me a more powerful wolf head, at least the second level, and then give me four pieces of Soft Silver Iron Ingot to make the lining for you. After that, I will find a tailor to work with and I can make you a set of Wolf-Head Cloak."
"With that thing, your movement speed can be increased by about 30%. Coupled with your own Breathing Technique, pace and other abilities, your speed can reach the sky, and you can kill enemies like chickens."
"Second level?" Agren shook his head.
"I have at least twenty wolf head souvenirs piled up in my tent. They are all second-grade. They are too expensive to wear."
"Just wait two months and I'll get a third-level wolf head."
"By the way, Soft Silver Iron Ingot I won't be looking for it. Don't waste my energy on such chores. I'll give you all the second-level wolf heads in the camp to help you deal with it. You don't need to give me the extra money. Just remember to help me make a good cloak."
"Okay, Agren you are still so generous, haha."