The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 457 The Lame Old Wolf
"I really don't know how this ability came about." Lilith analyzed all the vials of blood drawn from Greta, but she couldn't find the source of this ability in her bloodline. Clearly, this ability did not originate from her bloodline.

"It is said that there is a kind of talent that does not come from bloodline, nor from the soul itself, but is a blessing that the world consciousness bestows upon certain beings when it is in the mood. However, while giving them some things, it often takes away some things as well."

Moran said, "She might be in that situation, having been lucky but losing her sense of direction."

"Her lack of direction put her in danger, but luck brought her out of danger. I really don't know if it was a blessing or a curse," Vasida said.

Greta lay motionless on the ground until the dangerous feeling in her heart subsided, then carefully got up and ran away without hesitation.

She ran until she could no longer see a single blade of grass, then breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground: "What am I going to do? There are terrifying birds over there!"

Faced with the choice between the right direction and life, Greta chose life without hesitation.

After resting for a while, eating something, and meditating while wrapped in a straw net, she headed directly north this time.

This time, they walked until the evening of the second day without encountering any danger.

"We should be far away from the big bird now!" Greta still wanted to walk back in the right direction.

Under the cover of night, Greta once again walked onto the lush meadow and came across a clear stream. She cupped her hands and drank several large mouthfuls of water without any regard for appearances.

Then he took off his clothes one by one, washed them, and even gave himself a good bath, materializing a {Clothing Card - Inferior Robe}.

Wrapped in a drab, coarse cloth robe, she finally looked somewhat human.

She laid the washed clothes out to dry on the grass.

They didn't even dare to light a fire, for fear of attracting some powerful monster.

“She’s really good at moving; she just happened to slip through the gaps between several monster territories around here without alerting a single one. But further ahead, the monsters are much denser, and even if she’s lucky, she can’t possibly 'just happen' to avoid them!” Lilith said.

"That's not necessarily true." Moran watched as the mud, carrying her scent, flowed down the stream.

Downstream, somewhere neither too far nor too near, the lame wolf, drinking water, twitched its nose, looked upstream, and its eyes gleamed with a green light.

“That’s… the old wolf that was driven out of the pack?” Vasita’s eyes widened. “It’s found Greta!”

Sylph looked at Greta, who was sitting on the grass waiting for her clothes to dry, still wearing a straw net, holding a dagger in her right hand and a staff in her left, with a card pack tied to her waist, and said:
"Just a skinny, ordinary wild beast, and it's even lame. Greta should be able to put up a fight!"

Moran used divination techniques to determine the auspiciousness of the outcome.

"What was the result?" Vasida asked.

"Fierce." Moran said with some surprise, "He should be able to survive, but he might suffer serious injuries."

"No way! A lame wolf! And her golden needle technique can almost be cast instantly!" Lilith looked downstream: "Wait, this wolf!"

Although the old wolf had a limp, he was not slow; in fact, he could be described as agile.

Instead of going directly upstream, it crouched low in the grass a short distance away and quickly moved upstream. Finally, it circled around behind Greta, waiting for its chance.

Although it is old, it is still a skilled hunter.

“As expected, those who survive after leaving their tribe are all formidable characters!” Vasita said. “Greta is in danger now.”

Greta also sensed a sense of crisis, though not as intensely as last time.

She looked around but found nothing unusual.

But the feeling of unease lingered in her heart; she felt that there was always a danger lurking around her, and she couldn't stay any longer.

The clothes on the grass were only half dry, and she couldn't wait any longer, so she prepared to go to the grass to bring the clothes back. But as soon as she got up and took two steps, a dark shadow darted out from behind her and bit her calf with clear intent.

Greta had been on the run for so long, and although she hadn't received any special training, her reactions were still very quick.

She rolled away, dodging the wolf's teeth, but not its claws.

With a painful groan, Greta's newly changed, cheap mage robe ripped open, and blood seeped out.

The wolf's first sneak attack failed, and it quickly attacked again.

Greta had rolled to the foot of a small hill, with nowhere left to roll. Her calf was injured, making it difficult for her to get up. She endured the pain and straightened up, holding a dagger in one hand and a staff in the other.

As the wolf lunged at her neck, she used her right arm, which was holding a dagger, to block it. Then, taking advantage of the moment when the wolf's momentum paused as her arm blocked its jaws, she mobilized her mental energy and, with the amplification of her staff, gathered her gold elemental power to condense it into a golden needle, which she then plunged fiercely into the wolf's skull through its eye.

The intense pain and the loss of life made the wolf disregard the dagger's obstruction and use its full strength. Greta's right arm was bitten through, and its claws sank deep into her abdomen.

Fortunately, the golden needle struck the old wolf's vital spot, and it quickly collapsed onto Greta's body.

Greta, having survived the ordeal, didn't have time to cry out in pain. Gritting her teeth, she pried open the wolf's mouth, pushed the old wolf away, and quickly pulled out her healing cards. She used two {Magic Cards - Heal Severe Injuries} and one {Magic Card - Heal Moderate Injuries} to heal and restore the injuries to her right arm, abdomen, and calf.

She then quickly washed the bloodstains off her body with the stream water, changed into her freshly washed, still half-dry clothes, wrapped herself in the black robe and straw net again, and hurried westward.

They didn't even dare to pick up the old wolf's carcass, for fear of attracting more wild animals.

Only after setting foot on the desolate land again did she feel a sense of security.

"She's pretty ruthless and brave. But it's obvious she hasn't learned any fighting skills at all!" Vasita said. "Didn't she attend the temple's preparatory saint class? Does the Yara Empire not teach any fighting skills when training saints? This wolf is a bit clever, but its body is already very weak!"

"Human lifespan is inherently short, so seizing every opportunity to improve their energy level and extend their lifespan is what they value most. Generally, only those without magical talent waste time training their physical bodies to become warriors or knights," Moran said.

"So, according to the storybooks, when a mage travels, he always has a group of guards with him. Are those guards really there to protect him?" Sylph asked in surprise.

She originally thought it was a bad habit of showing off that the monks inherited from the nobles!

“Mage apprentices are indeed quite weak; low-level mages have a little bit of self-defense ability,” Moran said, “but only a little.”