Wolvendom, Trial Grounds of the North Wind.
Razor and two gray wolves crouched at the edge of the ruins in the great pit, staring intently down at the trial about to begin.
Paimon floated in midair, holding a paper bag of french fries bought from Good Hunter. Every so often, she reached inside, eating until crumbs covered her mouth.
She wiped the corner of her mouth and tilted her head, asking in puzzlement:
"Razor, do you think the Traveler and the others have a chance of winning?"
"He, very strong. No one. Can, defeat him." The hooded, gray-haired boy shook his head, not very optimistic about their chances.
"Sure, the Wolf of the North really did defeat all those monsters with one blow, but didn't he say he would lower his strength?
"So I believe the Traveler and the others can beat him!"
Paimon licked her fingers, which were covered in grease and bits of fries, and spoke with a smile on her fair little face.
She had more confidence in everyone.
"Are you ready to accept the trial?"
The Wolf of the North looked at the four humans before him with eyes that seemed to shed streams of light as he spoke.
[Level: 40]
Li Qiuzhi looked at the Wolf of the North with his golden eyes and discovered that his level had actually dropped slowly from a string of question marks into a range he could see through.
Among those present, he himself was level thirty, Bennett was level thirty-five, Fischl had recently reached level thirty-eight, and finally, Lumine was level forty.
It was therefore not difficult to guess that the Wolf of the North was regulating his strength according to the strongest person present.
If the Wolf of the North were an ordinary monster of