Chapter Ninety-One: Baron Siric and Wolf Zelk.
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In the vast fields, numerous green crops grow.
The farmer, who looked disheveled and thin, was working hard in the field.
On a country path, there was a large black carriage. Around it stood dozens of soldiers clad in black armor, intently observing their surroundings.
Inside the carriage, two scantily clad maids sat or lay beside a large, fat man, their faces flushed with embarrassment.
The fat man squinted, it was hard to tell if he was sleeping or just resting. He wasn't exactly handsome, but his clothes were of very good quality.
Such people are either wealthy businessmen or nobles.
"Your Excellency, the melon seeds are ready. Please enjoy them," the maid on the right said softly.
The fat man opened his mouth, and the maid gently fed him a melon seed.
"It's about time to head back," the fat baron said between bites.
His name was Siric, and he was a minor baron from the countryside.
This is his territory.
This trip out was partly to get some fresh air and relieve boredom, and partly to check on how my crops were growing.
"War is coming, and food has become a precious commodity. This is my chance to get rich," Siric thought expectantly. "Therefore, my land must grow more and more food."
"I hope that Baron Gree next door gets eaten by those disgusting monsters when he gets to the battlefield. That way, how can his concubine still be so arrogant and dare to look down on me?"
"The enemy is said to be very formidable. Earl Lawrence is so frightened that he's taken his family on a trip to the neighboring country."
"This time, the kingdom may be destroyed."
"I hope the kingdom's army can hold out a little longer. Only in this way can I harvest the grain, make a good profit, and then make my escape."
"Alas, it is truly sad to be a fallen nobleman. Even if you want to escape, you are delayed because you don't have enough money."
Silik's ideas were very complex, yet full of treachery and cunning.
"Ah, what is that?" Just as Xirik was envisioning the future, the guards outside suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's going on?" Siric roughly pushed aside the maid beside him, drew back the curtains, and peeked outside.
"Your Excellency, look a few hundred meters away, isn't there a magical beast?" a middle-aged male soldier asked nervously.
Following the other person's instructions, Xirik looked over.
"Huh?!" Sirik exclaimed in surprise.
On the distant horizon, a pale gray wolf, about three or four meters long, came into view.
"Damn it, why are there magical beasts within the kingdom's borders? Did someone's little pet escape?" Siric roared in fury.
"Get up there and kill him right now. This is my territory; don't let him destroy the crops. It doesn't matter whether those wretched farmers live or die. Anyway, I can buy them cheaply if I want them," Siric said quickly.
"Ah, that's a magical beast." The middle-aged male soldier was the head guard, but at this moment, he looked uneasy and seemed to have no confidence in dealing with the magical wolf.
Xirik became even angrier. "Are you all useless? He's just one, but we have more than ten of us. Come at me all at once!"
Hearing this and seeing Siric's attitude, the middle-aged guard captain knew he couldn't back down. Otherwise, Siric's noble privileges would make life very difficult for him, a Black Iron-level warrior.
Yes, this guard captain is just a Black Iron level superhuman, and his strength is very weak.
His subordinates were even weaker, mostly elite ordinary adult men. Among them were some extraordinary individuals who were barely comparable to the Black Iron level.
However, with such strength, it would be very dangerous to face a real monster.
That's why the middle-aged head guard was so afraid before.
"My warriors, for the glory of the kingdom, charge with me!" The middle-aged captain of the guard swiftly drew his long iron sword and pointed it at the demonic wolves in the distance.
"Charge!" The surrounding soldiers quickly formed ranks, appearing perfectly aligned.
It's clear that these guards aren't just loafing around; they've been trained.
Seeing that no one was frightened, the middle-aged guard captain breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "Perhaps we can win without taking any damage. After all, we are a well-trained elite force of ordinary people."
"Whoever can kill the demon wolf, I will reward him with ten silver coins." In order to boost morale, Siric in the carriage began to offer a large reward.
"Hehe, as long as I win, I'm guaranteed to make a profit. With the remains of this demon wolf and the materials, I should be able to earn at least four gold coins, right?" Siric thought smugly.
"Howl?" Perhaps sensing danger, the demonic wolf howled to the sky.
"Howl." Further away, the howls of wolves followed. Their voices were complex and intertwined, suggesting a large number of them.
"Oh no, it's a pack of wolves!" The middle-aged head guard could no longer remain calm at this moment.
He nodded hurriedly, "Baron, run!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," from further away, towering demon wolves were already charging towards them.
They moved with incredible speed, astonishingly fast.
Although Xirik wasn't a good person, he knew how to protect himself and valued his life. Faced with so many demonic wolves, he understood that even if everyone here joined forces, they couldn't possibly defeat them.
"Run! Run!" Siric shouted anxiously. "Give those lowly farmers a shout and buy us some time. Otherwise, their families in my territory will be doomed."
"On the contrary, if I return alive, I will reward their families with five pounds of black bread."
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The farmer had actually seen the wolf; at first, there was only one, and they weren't worried.
But when the number of demon wolves increased, they panicked.
Now, the scene is chaotic, and they are desperately shouting as they try to escape.
"You scum, shut up and fight off the demon wolves, or you will die and your families will die too!" The middle-aged guard captain was a straightforward man, and he shouted quickly after hearing what Xirik said.
Although he was a weak superhuman, his voice was still very loud.
The nearby farmers heard it all clearly.
The farmer, who was about to flee, froze in shock.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? That's a demon wolf! How could we possibly stop it?"
"Your Excellency, please don't do this, please save us."
"I don't want to die."
"Waaah, wife, daughter, Daddy's leaving. You must live well."
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Most of the farmers were filled with grief and indignation, but some of them also possessed a sense of justice. Faced with the nobleman's threat, they did not give up in despair; instead, they obediently took their farm tools and slowly and willingly walked towards the wolf that was pouncing on them.
"You're all fools. If your family is gone, so be it. But as long as I'm still here, that's enough." There were also selfish people who didn't care at all and ran as fast as they could into the distance.
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The coachman frantically turned the cart around and sped off.
The dirt road in the field must be uneven.
Xilike also lacked the funds to repair the road.
Therefore, the carriage was very bumpy when it was running fast.
In addition, Silik was very heavy, so the carriage wasn't going very fast.
"You two bastards, get off me!" Siric was getting anxious because he could vaguely hear the farmer's screams, the increasingly clear howls of wolves, and the sound of running.
He had to speed up, and the easiest way to do that was to discard all the heavy loads in the car.
"Your Excellency, please don't abandon us!"
The maids were already very afraid, but they were trying their best to endure it so as not to annoy Cyric.
But now they can't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry, you two are really fun, and I like them a lot too. But, at this point, I'm no longer interested in toys." Cyric's voice was gentle, but his meaning was full of coldness.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the necks of the two maids.
The maid was speechless.
Siric casually picked up the maids and threw them out of the windows on the left and right sides respectively.
This also shows that although Xirik is a pampered guy, he still possesses strength that surpasses that of ordinary people.
"Oh dear, my Baron is so heartless! These two beauties are precious treasures. It's said that he spent two gold coins to buy them back then." The middle-aged head guard standing by the carriage glanced at the maid lying on the ground groaning in pain and thought with pity. Although he was old, he was still a normal man, and of course he had thoughts when faced with beautiful women.
Now that he saw such a beautiful woman about to become food for the demon wolves, he was truly saddened. But naturally, he had no intention of rescuing her. After all, compared to his own life, the beautiful woman was secondary.
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"Oh ho, humans, delicious humans, eat them all up!"
Behind them, a giant gray wolf, nearly five meters tall, was howling through gritted teeth.
If the forest elves of Emerald Lake Island were here, they would surely recognize this wolf as someone they know well.
He was none other than Zelk, the chieftain of the werewolf tribe.
Today, this wolf's strength has increased slightly, and he is very close to reaching the Gold level.
However, compared to Loya's growth, his progress is negligible.
However, as a member of the clan living near Sophia.
He still came to this battle.
"For the sake of the great true dragon, kill them all."
Zheke kept shouting.
“Idiots, stop eating the dead, kill the living first.”
"Come on, follow me and charge! Destroy the vehicles ahead!"
Zheke shouted and ran forward.
He was even faster; when he ran, the wind and waves surged, and for a moment, he seemed to turn into a gust of wind.
"Oh my god. This is definitely a powerful magical beast of the Silver rank!" the middle-aged guard captain exclaimed in terror, his voice filled with unprecedented despair.
"Damn it, what is this?" Siric was also panicked. "I am a nobleman, and I am still inside the kingdom. How could I die here for no reason?"
"If anyone's going to die, it'll be the human army at the national borders."
"Can anyone tell me why these magical beasts, which should be located at the borders, have come to the core area of the kingdom?"
"Could it be that, without my knowledge, the national borders have already been broken?"
"Damn you, Philar VII, you're a piece of trash. You can't even hold them off?"
"If you can't stop it, you can at least issue a notice in advance so I can be mentally prepared."
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As he spoke, Xirik became increasingly distraught, his face contorted in pain: "My guards, stop and cover our retreat, or I will slaughter your entire families."
The middle-aged guard captain gritted his teeth. Even at a time like this, Xirik was still so selfish. If it were before, he certainly wouldn't have thought anything of it. Because Xirik hadn't persecuted him, but now that he was, he couldn't stand it.
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