When the night wind brought the intermittent sound of horse hooves, the fluorescent mycelium around the mountain stream suddenly dimmed.

Ork, who was on the treetops, felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat under the gaze of the ghost wolf hanging above his head.

He was sure that someone was coming, and those people should be the adventurers that Leila and the others invited from the Adventurer's Guild to rescue them.

At this moment, he only needed to shout loudly, and his cry for help would be transmitted all the way along the valley to the ears of those adventurers.

But now he didn't dare to shout or move.

He could sense that if he dared to make any unnecessary movements, the ghost wolf above his head would slide down and pierce his delicate neck with its teeth wrapped in dark power.

Cold sweat broke out on Oak's palms as he clenched the hilt of his sword. He clearly saw that when the adventurers called out to him in the valley, the ghost wolves below quickly jumped onto the big trees near the mountain stream and disappeared into the treetops in the blink of an eye.

This talent, which was originally only possessed by mountain cats and cheetahs among wild beasts, was obtained by a group of wolf-like monsters.

This is also the reason why even though the Wolf Valley is close to the outskirts of the Monster Mountain Range, no adventurer can completely wipe them out.

After all, their whereabouts are too secretive, and they move in groups.

Even capable adventurers wouldn't bother to fight to the death with such a difficult monster.

After the ordinary ghost wolves disappeared into the treetops, the ghost wolf king disappeared in a flash.

Oak didn't even see whether the Ghost Wolf King climbed up the tree like his subordinates, or hid in the bushes near the mountain stream.

"This pack of ghost wolves wants to ambush adventurers!"

Oak was anxious. He wanted to remind those who came to rescue him that the Ghost Wolf King was here.

But he was being stared at by a ghost wolf and did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.

But if he did nothing, he felt that he might become the coward that adventurers talked about.

No matter how anxious Oak was at this moment, time was passing slowly by every second.

When the first ray of fluorite light pierced the dim woods, the ghost wolf on the treetop above Oak's head grinned with its bloody mouth. The moment the moonlight passed over its white fangs stained with blood, Oak clearly saw the bloodthirsty joy surging in its pupils.

At this time, the three major adventure groups entering the bottom of the mountain valley were Mad Wolf, Stag, and Silver Fox, as well as the two adventure groups that joined them later.

Five adventure groups, totaling 42 people.

Among them, the leaders of the three adventure groups, Mad Wolf, Stag and Silver Fox, are all fourth-level professionals.

With their current lineup, they can run rampant in the outer areas of the Warcraft Mountains.

Even though this is the Phantom Wolf Valley, the Phantom Wolf Pack should not dare to easily provoke them.

It can even be said that the two adventure groups that joined later chose to join the temporary alliance because of this powerful lineup.

If they had the chance to kill the only fourth-level wolf king, what would a mere 100-odd gold mission bonus mean to them?

This is also the reason why they dared to shout out Ork's name loudly after entering the Wolf Valley.

Compared to the usual situation of being timid and worried about being besieged by monsters, today they hope that the fourth-level ghost wolf king will really dare to attack them.

The halo of the fluorite lamp cut through the darkness of the valley, and the fluorescent mycelium flickered under the broken branches. The adventure team found a drowned ghost wolf at the corner of the mountain stream.

In the gap in its abdomen where the tree roots pierced it, half of an arrow shaft with an "X" mark engraved on it was embedded.

"That new guy is quite capable. He's been chased by a pack of ghost wolves and many of them have died along the way. Did he kill another one?"

None of the members of these adventure groups knew anyone from Oak. Although they knew that the arrows on the ghost wolves were shot by the companions of the mission target, they were able to hold on until they came to rescue. Several team leaders even thought of recruiting this new adventurer.

Arriving at the place where Ork had fought with the second-level Phantom Wolf, Captain Bucks looked down and found bloodstains on the ground. His rough knuckles stroked the bloodstains on the moss beside the mountain stream.

After flicking off the wolf hair from his fingertips, the Bucks Captain said with certainty:

"This is wolf blood. That kid should still be alive."

"Is that kid seriously ill? Why drag him away if you can just kill the wolf? He's still got plenty of energy."

Seeing the dragging marks on the ground, several team leaders were full of doubts, but they still decided to follow the remaining traces on the ground.

"Wait, bosses. This doesn't look like it was dragged by humans."

After investigating, the hunter from the Mad Wolf Adventure Group discovered details that ordinary people would hardly notice. He found some larger wolf footprints around the dragging marks.

At this moment, a female mage walking at the end of a group of adventurers inadvertently looked up and caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing on the treetops not far ahead.

Her eyes focused and she cast a spell out of habit.

Ice crystals condensed into icicles above everyone's heads, forming a string of warnings: "Be careful above your head!"

“clang!”

The adventure leader Mad Wolf, who was carrying a long-handled battle axe, reacted the fastest. The ice crystal text in front of him was a warning from the magician of their adventure team. He always believed in his own people.

And since our own people told us to be careful of our heads, the one we need to be most careful of in the Phantom Wolf Valley is the Phantom Wolf!

The moment the long-handled battle axe split the night wind, a phantom wolf wrapped in rotten leaves fell from the treetops above everyone's heads, howling.

He killed the ghost wolf hiding above everyone's heads with just one axe.

Unfortunately, this ghost wolf was uneducated and did not hear the exclamation of the adventurer when he noticed it as usual.

After seeing the words condensed by the female mage, it had no idea that its ambush had been exposed.

As long as the fourth-level professionals carefully feel the flow of magic in the surrounding environment, they will naturally discover it!

On the other side, the silver spear in the hands of the leader of the Stag Adventure Group also rolled up a spiral air wave, which pierced the giant wolf that pounced down from the treetops on the left into the fir tree trunk.

A cold light flashed in the sleeves of the Silver Fox leader, and poisoned flying knives rained down onto the surrounding treetops.

Several ghost wolves were forced to jump out of the trees, either jumping to farther tree trunks or falling directly to the ground and fleeing far away.

"Haha!!! We've finally got what we've been waiting for! It's the Phantom Wolf King's tribe!"

The mad wolf laughed out loud, bent his knees and jumped to catch up with a ghost wolf. He swung the long-handled axe in a semicircle and chopped it down from the top of the head, cutting another ghost wolf in half.

"save--"

Seeing that someone below noticed the reflection caused by his deliberate shaking of the sword, and then killed several ghost wolves whose ranks he couldn't even tell, Oak was naturally very happy.

His roar was interrupted by the howl of a wolf that suddenly rushed towards him from the treetops. No matter how he tried to attract the adventurers' attention, the ghost wolf above his head kept staring at him.