A pale golden light burst out from Oak's body. After squatting for so long, his magic power had recovered a lot. The afterimage left by his sliding step was torn into pieces by three shadowy claw blades.

The adventurers below had already noticed this place when he spoke.

"Blonde hair, swordsman, rookie adventurer. He's definitely the target of the mission."

When Ork slid out of the treetops and rolled over to hit the rocks below after having nowhere to support himself in mid-air, three explosive arrows brushed past the tips of his hair and shot into the treetops above his head. The flames illuminated dozens of pairs of dark green pupils above his head.

“!!!”

Seeing the scene above the treetops behind him, Oak felt a cold sweat on his back again.

He only saw one ghost wolf in the tree, and had no idea that there were so many hiding where he was!

Fortunately, he had a sudden inspiration and inadvertently pointed the tip of his sword at the light from the fluorite lamp of the adventure group below.

This created a chance for survival for himself.

Before Oak could hit the boulders in the mountain stream below, a wood magician from the Stag Adventure Group released vines to entangle him in mid-air, saving Oak's life.

Perhaps it was Ork's escape that angered the Ghost Wolves, or perhaps it was the adventurers' discovery that caused the Ghost Wolves to change their ambush plan.

The ghost wolves hiding in the treetops dodged the sporadic attacks of the adventurers below by jumping left and right, and almost simultaneously swung their wolf claws downwards, shooting out shadow claw blades for long-range attacks.

Now those hiding in the trees are all third-level ghost wolves. The claws they swing are much more powerful than the two second-level ghost wolves that chased Oak before.

It is only a circle smaller than the claw blade swung by the fourth-level Ghost Wolf King, and its speed is even much faster.

"Spread out! Fire mages and archers, keep your sights clear!"

The most powerful leader, the Mad Wolf, commanded the various adventure groups while smashing the incoming shadow blades with his axe.

He glanced at the empty potion pouch on Oak's waist and threw out a bottle of azure potion: "Come on, rookie! Don't say we didn't care about you when you run away later!"

The moment Oak bit open the cork, surging magic power washed over his dry meridians.

He used a sliding step to leap into the triangular defense circle formed by the three adventure groups, landing next to a scarred man holding the same battle axe as the Mad Wolf leader. He warned, "Be careful, the Phantom Wolf King was here just now, but I don't know where he is now!"

"Haha, what's there to be afraid of? With my big brother here, what can the Phantom Wolf King do? Rookie, all you have to do is follow us closely and don't fall behind!"

The scarred man swung his axe and chopped off a black claw blade, his expression looking very happy.

It had only been an hour since they left Osborne Town, and they had already completed the mission. The three adventure groups shared the 140 gold coins equally.

Under normal circumstances, such tasks are not easy to find.

Moreover, they had just found the target of the mission when they encountered the Ghost Wolf King. Isn't this just serving them a meal?

The facts were just as the scarred man expected.

Under the command of Captain Mad Wolf, the fire mages' fireballs and the archers' explosive arrows were shot at the surrounding treetops as if they were free, and soon the crowns of the pine trees around the mountain valley were all ignited.

The burning treetops lit up the valley like torches.

The ghost wolves hiding in the trees naturally had nowhere to hide and were forced to jump to the ground.

This is in the Holy Dragon Continent, in the Warcraft Mountains.

If it were a small, broken ball, these arsonists would be sentenced to more than 20 years in prison.

Even in the Elf Forest, this group of people would probably be tied to the trunk of a thorn tree and exposed to the sun for three years.

A ghost wolf that was forced down from the tree canopy, even if it was a third-level ghost wolf, would never be a match for this group of experienced adventurers.

After all, except for the two adventure groups that joined later, the members of the three major adventure groups are all third-level professionals.

Wolves are no match for humans at the same level. After being promoted to the professional level, as long as they do not have the advantage in numbers, wolves will never be a match for humans.

"boom--!"

The Stag Captain took the lead, riding the pony rented from the hotel like a powerful knight. The earth waves raised by the tip of his silver spear knocked over three ghost wolves.

Following closely behind, the Silver Fox leader threw poisonous flying knives in one hand and then accurately pierced the wolf's eyes.

As for Captain Mad Wolf, he had abandoned his horse long ago, and could easily catch up with the horse's speed every time he jumped and landed on the ground.

His battle axe swung through the air, and every time it chopped down, a foul-smelling rain of blood splashed onto the fluorescent mycelium without fail, and the surrounding light was dyed red by the wolf blood.

The bearded captain's expression was particularly ferocious. "Is this all the wolf cubs under the Phantom Wolf King can do? It seems we should have cleared out this Phantom Wolf Valley a long time ago. Not many people have come here to collect the potions and ores!"

The three captains were killing people in the front, and the members behind them naturally followed suit.

Some melee professionals are not able to rush into the wolf pack and reap the harvest like their leader in this situation.

But professionals like mages, archers, and hunters can really have a good time.

The ghost wolves with three leaders charging in the front were simply unable to deal with the ranged professionals behind them, so these ranged professionals naturally only had to sit on horseback and fight.

A mere twenty or thirty third-level ghost wolves couldn't even last half an hour before they were completely killed by the five adventure groups.

In addition to the three major adventure groups, two other weaker adventure groups also got eight third-level ghost wolves in this hunt.

In the past, if they were to conduct independent adventures, they might not be able to kill so many level three monsters in a month.

First, they don’t have the chance to encounter so many third-level monsters, and second, they really don’t have the strength to do so.

"Haha!! You two, since this Phantom Wolf is just this good, why don't we make it bigger?"

The Mad Wolf Leader, who was in a killing spree, cut off the head of the last ghost wolf that failed to escape, and dug out a pitch-black magic crystal from its skull, with an expression of joy on his face that was not concealed at all.

Unlike the unstable strength of the first-level monsters, the monsters above the second level must have magic crystals.

The dark power that belongs to the Phantom Wolf is a rare element, and the price of the dark magic crystal is more expensive than other magic crystals.

After discovering that these ghost wolves did not seem as difficult to deal with as rumored after losing the concealment of the treetops and the terrain advantage, the Mad Wolf leader naturally decided to uphold the fine traditions of adventurers.

Kill them all! Pluck them all! Strip them all!

Who knows, maybe in the future this Phantom Wolf Valley will become the private territory of their three major adventure groups!

The Buck and Silver Fox Adventure Group naturally had the same intention.

Without considering the opinions of the other two adventure groups, the three of them looked at each other and decided to discuss the distribution of benefits later.

The first priority now is to capture the Wolf Valley.

"Brothers! Follow me! Kill that fourth-level ghost wolf!"