This lone wolf looks unusual. Not only is its body two or three times larger than that of an ordinary wolf, but even its spirit and aura are different.

Danny has encountered many lone wolves. In many tribes, hunting wolves is a rite of passage. Danny has also experienced face-to-face battles with wolves.

But no matter whether it was one he had killed with his own hands or one he had seen before, none of them was as shocking as the one in front of him.

He only had three iron-headed arrows in his hand, and most of them were wolf-tooth arrows. In order not to lose these precious arrowheads, Danny usually only used them when he had a chance to make a decisive move.

Danny had been observing the prey in the distance for more than an hour. At first, he had no intention of hunting this prey which was obviously not an ordinary one.

But when he thought about going to Maple Leaf to learn skills, he had to get something useful, so this daring young man finally set his eyes on the giant wolf.

Even though its body was in a huge wolf state, its nature as a wolf still existed. Every once in a while, this wolf would lie down by the water source and take a nap.

Danny, who had been waiting for a long time, slowly pulled the bow in his hand. This specially made bow was very powerful, but Danny, who was born with extraordinary abilities, could control it easily.

As the bow and arrow were pulled with sufficient force, Danny took a deep breath and stared at the giant wolf's eyes with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

I remembered what the best archer teacher on the grassland taught me: a good archer not only needs a pair of sharp eyes, but also a confident heart. When you have reached the level of strength and you think you can hit the target with this arrow, then you will definitely hit the target.

Danny was in this state at that moment. He smiled confidently and released the bowstring with his right hand.

The sharp arrow seemed to be flying straight towards its target at a high speed. Danny, who shot the arrow, did not lean out to wait to check his results.

Instead, he quickly left his original position and trotted carefully to the other side.

Before he ran a few steps, he heard a violent scream.

After climbing to the position he had designated long ago, Danny secretly peeked out to check his results.

This sight frightened him so much that he almost turned around and ran away.

A sharp arrow pierced the giant wolf's right eye. The long arrow shaft was deeply embedded in the eye. It was obvious that the eye was disabled.

What really scared Danny was not how miserable the giant wolf was, but that every time the giant wolf howled or rolled over, countless spikes would emerge from the ground.

Occasionally, a ball of khaki light would spray out of its mouth, which would create a large, deep pit when it hit the ground.

Seeing the scene before him, even if Danny was ignorant, he knew what he had done. Thinking back on what had happened before, Danny regretted being so rash.

"Oh my God, no wonder this giant wolf became a lone wolf instead of being the king of the pack. It turns out that it has become a demon wolf." Danny's mind was spinning frantically, constantly analyzing what consequences his next action would bring to him.

There are so many thoughts in my mind, but time only lasts for a moment.

Danny licked his lips and drew his bow and arrow again. This time his target was the last eye of the demon wolf.

The demon wolf struggled in pain and kept venting its magic power, shaking its head in an attempt to shake off the arrow in its eyes.

Unfortunately, such action would only cause more pain, because the arrow penetrated deeper as its huge head swung.

When it realized that it couldn't shake its head like that anymore and started looking for something to help it escape with its remaining left eye, another arrow flew towards it.

This one was fast and anxious. By the time it reacted, it instinctively used magic to form a thick layer of armor on its body.

But its actions were futile. Before the earth armor formed by earth magic could wrap around it, the arrow once again hit its only left eye.

The demon wolf trapped in the darkness did not roar or scream as usual. Instead, it opened its mouth wide and pretended to howl towards the sky.

However, no sound was emitted, only countless yellow spots of light gathered in its mouth. The Demon Wolf naturally could not see such a scene, but Danny, as the instigator, saw it clearly.

If a magician or an experienced warrior saw this scene at this moment, they would definitely run as far as possible, because this was the magic wolf devouring the magic elements and intending to self-destruct and die together with the enemy.

Every magical beast is a treasure, whether it is its fur or flesh, not to mention the most precious magical beast crystal core, each one is the hunter's favorite thing.

But the reason why Warcraft is called Warcraft is because they have broken away from the animal instincts of wild beasts and evolved sufficient wisdom, which is sometimes no worse than that of humans.

Warcraft also has its own dignity when being hunted, which is to die together.

Danny, who was hunting for the first time, had no idea what the scene before him meant. Instead, he excitedly bent his bow and drew his arrow again, and his arrow was as accurate as ever.

The bullet hit the magic wolf directly in the heart. The magic wolf, who was gathering all his magic power to die together with the enemy, felt like a ball of fire being doused with a basin of ice water dropped from the sky. Not only did his body feel cold, but even his chest felt cold.

The demon wolf's hind legs twitched from time to time as it lay on the ground. The beast's strong vitality became the original sin of its pain at this time.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Danny saw that the wolf had stopped twitching. He took the knife and walked towards the wolf's body with courage.

He kicked the wolf with his foot and saw that it was motionless, so it was really dead. Danny quickly started his own action.

Cutting fur is a basic skill for children on the grassland, and Danny is an expert at it. Every time they peel sheepskins, some tribesmen are willing to look for him.

It didn't take long for him to cut out a complete wolf skin. Looking at the sky, Danny began to prepare his dinner.

The magic wolf meat in front of him was ready-made. Wasting food on the grassland was a very despised behavior. Danny took a knife and kept cutting the magic wolf meat by the fire. When he was cutting the wolf skin, he found a problem with the meat, that is, there were some fine khaki colors in the meat.

Having never eaten Warcraft before, he didn't know what it was, but he didn't think it would upset his stomach. The yellow spot disappeared very quickly, but it basically stayed in the chest area.

The tender meat on the chest was naturally Danny's first choice. He cut off a large piece of meat that was as white as gold. When he was cutting the meat, he felt something pressing against the knife.

After he finished cutting it, he found that it was actually a ball as big as a pigeon egg, round and golden in color, which looked very beautiful.

He held it in his hand and looked at it left and right, feeling extremely happy. He thought that if something was more beautiful, he could look at it later slowly, but if he was hungry, he couldn't wait until he finished eating the best piece of meat. After that, he scattered the wolf's feces all around.

After eating and drinking his fill, he slowly fell into a dream. What he didn't know was that his body was being silently transformed by that piece of demon wolf meat.

Getting lost on the grassland is a terrible thing. A few days ago, his impulse to lasso horses made him lose his way, so he had the opportunity to meet this demon wolf.

He rode on the back of the wild horse he had tamed, and the horse he grew up with was carrying the magic wolf meat. The two of them kept running in one direction.

Perhaps God heard his prayers, and just when he was about to despair because of being lost, the howling of wolves in the distance attracted him.

When he got there, he found that it was a low earthen ditch, about two meters high. A caravan was trapped in the valley.

What surrounded them was a pack of wolves. Seeing the scene, Danny secretly admired himself for being smart enough to tie the horses far away early. Otherwise, with so many wolves, the horses would have been frightened and exposed.

Lying on the edge of the ditch and using rocks to block himself, Danny carefully observed the situation below.

There were about two hundred wolves in the pack, and hundreds of people in the caravan, who surrounded several large carriages.

The wolves kept moving around and attacking, and Danny even saw a dozen wolves climbing to the top of the ravine right in front of him.

The wolves leaped down from above, biting a caravan guard each time.

But that caravan was obviously not easy to bully. They could always take away one or two wolves by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Danny found this scene a little unbelievable. After all, he had come into contact with many wolf packs before. Normally, in this situation, with nearly half of the wolves dead or injured, they should have run away long ago. Why did this group of wolves become more and more violent and were determined to bite the guards at the risk of their lives?

Danny watched this bloody scene from beginning to end. He didn't know why he didn't have any urge to bite the wolf even if a wolf jumped past him while he was lying there.

It was naturally a good thing that the wolves did not attack him. Soon the brutal battle between man and wolf came to an end. It was very appropriate to describe this battle as having no winner.

The wolves were almost all killed or wounded, and there were only a few people left in the caravan. However, they were breathing more than they were breathing, so they probably wouldn't survive long.

At this point, no matter how dumb Danny was, he knew he couldn't get involved, otherwise it would be bad to be treated as an enemy.

Just as he had guessed, within ten minutes or so, the people in the caravan lost all their breath due to excessive blood loss.

Danny had no idea why he had such a feeling, but it seemed as if he had it innately, telling him that the people in the caravan had no life waves.

But there were a few weak breaths of life on the large carts surrounded by the crowd.

I didn’t dare go down before because I was afraid of being attacked, but if I don’t go down now, I’ll feel guilty.

After sliding down the ravine, Danny pulled away the black cloth covering the car and was shocked by the scene in front of him.