I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 25 Slaughtering Wolves
However, to DuPont's surprise, even though he had been dancing very seductively, the gray wolf, whether out of exceptional cunning or terrified by its previous imprisonment, had no intention of attacking. Instead, its eyes darted around as if searching for a way out.

Seeing this, DuPont cursed under his breath and told the skeleton warrior to go first, while he followed behind.

Man Shi's task was to kill the wolf, so if it ran away, his score would naturally be 0 points, and he didn't want to lose this opportunity.

As a level 2 professional, it's really embarrassing that I can't even handle this little thing.

Of course, it's even more important to learn a counter-spell. If he knows the Fear or Sleep spells, he can almost take the initiative without taking any damage. Even knowing an attack trick would be better than just waiting around like this.

This wasn't Man Shi's intention, but he was planning to go on an adventure. If he encountered a goblin that wouldn't come out, he would be helpless and would be surrounded and killed.

Once this matter is over, I'll learn an attack trick and then teach myself Arcane Missiles. I must have long-range pressure capabilities to seize the initiative.

Seeing DuPont and the skeleton leave the pavilion, the gray wolf quickly took a step back, twisting its body as if trying to escape.

DuPont wasn't about to let that guy get away, so he quickly ordered the skeleton soldiers to give chase. But just as the skeleton soldiers were charging forward, the gray wolf saw the distance between itself and DuPont and changed its course from retreat to advance.

With a powerful leap, the gray wolf, which had been crouching low, pounced, biting the skeleton warrior's thigh bone before it could react, and then violently flung the bone away.

This completely stunned DuPont. This beast actually knew how to manipulate the timing?
The skeleton warrior he summoned didn't disappear, but losing a leg bone rendered it unable to move quickly, causing it to fall to the ground with a 'thud,' and the gray wolf easily dodged the longsword that was about to strike.

Seeing this, DuPont cursed inwardly. He knew this thing was weak, but he hadn't expected it to be so trashy that it would be crippled right away. He gripped the short spear with both hands and charged straight up. The elm wood shaft felt smooth to the touch, and even with sweaty palms, he could still hold it firmly.

Unfortunately, the attack missed its mark, merely slicing along the fur on the wolf's belly.

The gap between him and the skeleton warrior was too large, which made him a step too slow to catch up and miss a potentially fatal opportunity.

But before DuPont could even feel annoyed, the gray wolf pounced on him.

Although it was in poor condition and needed to adjust before it could deliver the fatal blow, the two-legged beast had exhausted its old strength and had not yet generated new strength, exposing a large part of its weak chest and abdomen. It could be said that this was the best time to rip out its intestines.

As the gray wolf pounced, DuPont watched the beast's movements in slow motion, as if he were in a movie. He tried with all his might to parry with his spear, but he was always a beat slower than the wolf. When the wolf's claws pounced on the bear, he had only one thought in his mind.

His reflexes couldn't keep up with his consciousness, and his muscles weren't strong enough. Even though he saw the wolf's movements clearly, his body couldn't react in time, and he could only watch helplessly as the wolf, weighing over a hundred pounds, pounced on him.

Damn it, his reaction speed is so slow, he can't even compare to this beast!
Before his frustration subsided, the man and the wolf were already close at hand. DuPont was knocked to the ground by the sudden lunge. In the midst of the dizziness, he felt a burning pain in his abdomen. The unbearable pain and the shadow of death made his mind go blank. He released his short spear and used his left arm to block the gaping maw that was biting at his neck. The foul-smelling breath made him dizzy.

This bastard wants to kill me?
"Go to hell!"

Fear and anger turned into a curse. DuPont felt his body surging with power. He punched the gray wolf's wet nose, and as it recoiled in pain, he sprang to his feet and reached for the short spear. But the beast was cunning and bit his already bloodied left arm, not intending to let him pick up this deadly weapon.

But to the gray wolf's surprise, the two-legged creature's hide was incredibly tough; even taking a bite made its cheeks feel strained.

However, this was nothing to the gray wolf. Its teeth couldn't pierce, but they could still tear. A single, forceful head shake would rip through the flesh, causing its enemy to bleed profusely. Then, it could simply stand by and wait for the enemy to die before enjoying its meal. But as the gray wolf shook its head with all its might, it failed to see the two-legged beast before it, its eyes unusually cold. DuPont drew a skinning knife from his waist with his right hand, a sharp glint flashing in the beast's eyes with deadly precision.

When its vital organs were struck, the gray wolf howled in agony. It could no longer see any light. Fear and darkness made it loosen its grip, and it continued to writhe and howl in an attempt to alleviate the unbearable pain.

Perhaps heaven heard its prayers, for a few seconds later, accompanied by a sharp pain in its chest, its body convulsed, and it made a low whimpering sound, as all the pain left it.

Bright red blood slowly flowed from the wolf's chest, nourishing the land of this small mountain courtyard.

A few seconds later, the gray wolf's muscles relaxed, it lowered its head, and all the bristling fur fell down.

You have gained 100 experience points.

[You're right.]

Upon seeing the experience points, DuPont didn't continue reading; at that moment, only one thought occupied his mind.

That guy is finally dead.

After resting on the ground for half a day, DuPont told the skeleton warrior who had been crawling around on the ground and hadn't helped at all to get away, and looked at the blood that was spreading to his side. He cursed under his breath and struggled to get up.

Using skeleton warriors in a fight is a complete waste of spell slots. He might as well try using the Grease spell and see if the gray wolf will slip and fall on it.

He pulled out the short spear stuck in the back of the gray wolf's left foreleg and threw the wolf carcass under the shade of a tree to prevent it from rotting in the sun. This small task left DuPont panting heavily, and he had to rest twice before he finally finished.

He was in pain all over his body, especially his left arm, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he opened his robe to check the wound.

Thanks to the mage's armor, the wolf didn't cause him much harm. His belly was only scratched and had a few bloody marks. It looked scary, but the wounds were shallow and didn't bleed much.

His arm was more seriously injured at this time, with several teeth marks left on that part of the sleeve. Four round holes were imprinted on his fair left arm, tearing his fair skin and causing blood to flow out slowly.

DuPont pried open the wolf's mouth to check its teeth, and seeing nothing unusual, he was finally relieved.

Over the years, Faylen has provided detailed descriptions of various monsters. For example, some wolves may carry terrible diseases, and if bitten, there is a high probability of death if not treated in time. They may also turn people into monsters, such as werewolves.

However, the latter possibility is very low; the former is probably rabies, and this guy shouldn't be that dangerous.

Even if this method of identification is incorrect, with Man Shi's experience, he should be able to tell whether the wolf has a disease. If it does, he probably wouldn't want to keep it as a hunting dog.

(End of this chapter)