Entering the Magical Beast Forest for the First Time

Half a month later, a youth with an immature face walked into the Magical Beast Forest. He carried an unadorned, oversized saber on his back. It was none other than Wharton, who had come out of O'Brien, only now Wharton looked rather disheveled, and even the clothes on his body had a few tears.

In the mere two days after leaving O'Brien and getting close to the Magical Beast Forest, he encountered two groups of bandits. Although there was no real danger, it was somewhat disheveled, which increased Wharton's practical combat experience while making him even more aware of the cruelty of this world.

Finding a relatively safe spot and eating a little dry rations, he walked into the Magical Beast Forest without hesitation. Entering the forest, the light gradually grew dimmer, yet he hadn't encountered a single magical beast. There was only a faint, particularly pungent rotting stench exuding through the air.

Suddenly, a Fire Rabbit at his side charged at Wharton, giving him a start. After recovering his wits, Wharton saw that it was merely a First-Level Magical Beast Fire Rabbit. This Fire Rabbit was about the size of a local dog from his past life,

and could spit a First-Level Fire Law magic fireball. Seeing that it didn't hurt Wharton, it turned and ran.

"Still want to run? Stay behind and be my dinner," Wharton said with a smile.

Wharton caught up to the Fire Rabbit in a single stride and finished it off with one slash, picked it up to wash by the riverside, found some firewood, and used a Fire Law spell to ignite the firewood and roast the Fire Rabbit.

Half an hour later, the Fire Rabbit was already roasted. Wharton tore off a thigh and ate, completely forgetting that his current location might be attacked at any time.

"Not bad. This is the first time I've barbecued in this world. It's truly delicious. I haven't eaten meat in so long."

Ever since Wharton left O'Brien, he had been eating dry rations. Seeing meat today, he evidently forgot that he was still in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Soon, the aroma of the Fire Rabbit attracted the surrounding largest magical beast family: Wind Wolves. They belonged to Third-Level Magical Beasts, with the wolf king being a Fourth-Level Magical Beast. Most wolf-type magical beasts belonged to gregarious animals; although their individual strength wasn't very strong, they excelled in sheer numbers.

While Wharton was still enjoying his meal, he completely failed to notice that the Wind Wolves had slowly surrounded him. When the pack of Wind Wolves was twenty or thirty meters away from Wharton, he finally realized that he was surrounded.

Wielding his long saber in hand, he sized up the pack of Wind Wolves—a total of twenty or thirty of them. Among them, two slightly larger ones were bigger than lions from his past life, and at a glance, they were likely the alpha wolves of this pack. One of the wolves let out a long howl toward the sky.

"Awooo!"

The closest alpha wolf took the lead and pounced at Wharton. Wharton swept his saber horizontally from the belly of this wolf. Sent flying several meters away, the Wind Wolf let out a mournful howl before losing all movement, evidently dead as could be.

Seeing their companion die instantly stirred up the ferocity of the wolf pack. However, a Fifth-Level Warrior still didn't have much trouble dealing with these Third-Level Wind Wolves, but the numbers were too great. After Wharton decapitated a dozen or so Wind Wolves, his body was also clawed in several places by these Wind Wolves. Moreover, from the howls of these Wind Wolves, Wharton could tell they were calling for other kindred spirits. Wharton remained relatively calm and cast his gaze toward the larger alpha wolves; only by solving the wolf king could he alleviate the impending predicament. Wharton's figure flashed as he slashed his saber toward one of the Wind Wolves.

Although the Wind Wolves were extremely fast, faced with Wharton's sudden attack, a relatively large wolf guard beside the alpha wolf was instantly cleaved into two halves by Wharton's single strike. Faced with this sudden change, the remaining three alpha wolves beside the alpha wolf were obviously somewhat flustered, continuously retreating backward as the intent to flee arose.

"Awooo!"

At that moment, a howl came from behind the wolf pack. The pack, which had still been somewhat retreating, instantly perged up, attacking Wharton once again without fear of death.

I've been waiting for you. At this, Wharton immediately wore a sneering expression. Just a moment ago, Wharton had already discovered the wolf king hidden in the rear—a massive, black-furred Wind Wolf.

Holding his battle-blade, his speed soared as he successively beheaded five or six alpha wolves, finally arriving before the black wolf. Under the wolf king's gaze, it immediately prepared to flee, but how could someone who had already discovered its position let it get its wish?

Blood Battle in Eight Directions

The long saber went straight for the wolf king's vital points. Instantly, the wolf king's fur stood on end, its pair of wolf eyes filled with terror, leaving it no choice but to bite the bullet and wave its front paws to parry the long saber.

"Clang!"

A sound like metal colliding instantly rang out. Although the wolf king's paws were already dripping with blood and almost snapped off, it finally blocked this fatal blow.

Pluck from the Pocket

Seeing that the wolf king was injured and its mobility greatly impaired, Wharton let out a loud roar as the back of his blade hacked down onto the wolf king's back.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was immediately heard.

The wolf king collapsed straight to the ground, vomiting blood mixed with internal organs.

"Awooo... Awooo!"

It let out a miserable cry.

The attacks from the other Wind Wolves behind had also basically reached Wharton's back.

Sweep Across a Thousand Armies

Drawing his blade to sweep around his entire body, he decapitated four more Wind Wolves. Seeing that the situation looked bad, the other Wind Wolves

let out bursts of cries: "Awooo... Awooo!" and scattered in all directions. Wharton didn't give chase; moreover, the Wind Wolves were extremely fast, and coupled with the fact that danger lurked everywhere in this forest, he didn't dare to continue the pursuit.