Chapter Four: The Tragic Werewolves
In the jungle, a pack of giant wolves, each three meters tall, whistled past, their feet treading on turquoise whirlwinds.
Soon, they arrived at the grassy area where Loya hunted the white sheep.
With a howl, the numerous giant wolves stood up like humans, transforming into towering werewolves.
"The scent of my favorite little white lambs ended here. It seems they were hunted down by that strange outsider," a werewolf with a scar on his face said regretfully.
“Captain Bage, you are a Bronze-level transcendent being, while we are all Iron-level transcendent beings. We must kill him. This is our werewolf tribe's territory, and the creatures here are our food.” The other werewolves all had unfriendly faces, full of ferocity and resentment.
Scarface Baj nodded: "Of course, such invaders are the mortal enemies of our werewolf tribe."
In fact, this world is vast, and the lack of a few "ingredients" every day is nothing to worry about, nor would it attract the attention of the werewolf tribe.
The problem is that as time goes by, more and more of the nearby "ingredients" are disappearing.
(Loya ate more and more, and killed more and more.)
This forced the werewolf tribe to pay close attention.
"Hoo." Bage took a deep breath, trying to capture as much of the remaining scent in the air as possible.
The other werewolves weren't idle either; they scattered and scouted the surrounding environment, trying to find Loya's whereabouts.
Soon, Baj revealed a sinister smile: "You cunning thief, you are indeed cunning and cautious. You left no obvious traces here, but that still can't fool my nose. I have found you."
"Cute little white sheep, I hope you haven't been eaten up yet."
“Noble werewolves, this will free you from the clutches of that thief.”
Bage spoke with such righteous indignation, he seemed just like a knight rescuing a princess.
“My dear brothers, follow me.”
Bage took two long strides and ran into the distance.
"Awooo!" The pack of wolves howled excitedly and quickly followed.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the edge of a small basin with a depression in the ground.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a werewolf screamed, collapsing to the ground as if out of control, clutching his foot and grimacing. Upon closer inspection, one could see something resembling an iron hedgehog stuck to the sole of his foot.
"Harrell, what's wrong with you?" The werewolves around them were taken aback.
"Awoo."
There's something on the ground.
...
However, before Harel could explain, the other werewolves either gasped or screamed.
Before long, more than half of the werewolves in the area were lying dead.
"Ugh, poison?!" Harrell shuddered, feeling his body go numb.
"Damn it, who set this trap?" Baj gritted his teeth. He was alright now, but seeing the miserable state of his people, he was furious.
“You all stay here and come with me if you’re unharmed. I have a feeling we’re getting closer and closer to that despicable thief. Also, the traps here might be related to him.” Bage was ruthless and had no intention of staying to help the injured.
"Captain Bage, are you telling the truth?"
“That despicable thief deserves to die! Brother Bage, you must avenge us!”
"Charge! Charge! Charge! Let the thief know the might of our werewolf tribe. We are the kin of the great dragon, and we must not disgrace the great dragon."
These words did not discourage or hurt the injured person; on the contrary, they garnered the injured person's strong support.
...
With a "whoosh whoosh whoosh," Bage led his men away.
Those who remained at the scene were given their wounds cleaned as much as possible and allowed to rest.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from afar.
"Is this Oman?"
"He's injured? Is there a trap ahead?"
The injured man, who remained standing, was taken aback.
Their guess was correct; there were indeed traps ahead.
At this moment, Baj stared grimly at the pit on the ground, which was filled with sharp wooden spikes. The werewolf named Aman lay helplessly in it, his body pierced by the wooden spikes. He trembled with fear, and a large amount of blood flowed out.
"Help me..." Aman opened his mouth.
“Let’s go, he’s beyond saving.” Bage turned away indifferently.
The remaining werewolves were also ruthless, and none of them lingered and left.
The light in Aman's eyes dimmed, and he slowly stopped breathing.
Further traps lie ahead.
Although werewolves are as cautious as possible, traps are everywhere and cannot be avoided simply by being careful.
About ten minutes later, the disheveled Baj, a lone wolf, arrived not far from a simple wooden hut.
A faint breathing sound could be heard coming from inside the room.
"Oh, my wolf god, I have finally reached my destination." Baj was almost in tears. The journey had been incredibly difficult, with countless hardships. Even his men had been completely wiped out, with most remaining on the way.
"Damn thief, all you can do is play tricks with traps? Too bad, even traps can't stop a fierce werewolf."
“You bastard, while we were working hard, you were sleeping. Next, I will make you feel pain, then cry out, scream, and die a horrible death under my claws.”
Bajer gritted his teeth and lunged at the cabin. A burst of green magical wind erupted, which greatly increased Bajer's speed, and his claws and teeth lengthened, as if they had turned into long swords.
With a loud "whoosh, boom," the cabin collapsed, revealing a piglet that was fast asleep, its hands and feet bound.
Baj was stunned on the spot.
The little pig was also startled awake, and he struggled in terror.
A strong sense of unease erupted from the depths of Bage's heart.
"No, I seem to have been careless and been tricked again."
Just as Baj realized the danger, a dozen green wooden arrows emerged from beneath the pig.
"Awoooooo!!!"
Poor Baj was stabbed more than a dozen times on the spot.
However, he was, after all, an extraordinary being, and his strength was far greater than that of his fellow beings.
These wooden arrows, after piercing his flesh, were clamped by his muscles and bones, unable to go any further.
"Damn thief!" Bajer realized what was happening and swung his claws to cut the wooden arrow in half.
He painfully removed the arrowheads that had broken off inside his body, one by one.
This behavior is no different from torture.
If Baj hadn't been a ferocious superhuman creature with a history of bloody battles, he really wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
Five minutes later, the simple treatment was over.
“Damn thief, this isn’t over. You’ve completely enraged the great werewolf tribe. We will find you and tear you to pieces.”
Bajer glared at his surroundings, then turned and left.
He has been severely weakened by these traps, and his strength has plummeted. Bage no longer has the confidence to continue investigating the thief.
Even more so, when Baj thought about what had just happened, he worried that if he persisted in his own way, he might be killed by this treacherous, despicable, and trap-loving thief.
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