I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 121 Wolves and Werewolves

"Oh, this—"

Wilder didn't move, but stared at the wolf that had willingly become his mount, scrutinizing it carefully for several seconds.

There was no fluctuation of magical power around him.

Those dark green eyes were bright and piercing, though they appeared somewhat naive and foolish, they ultimately retained a sense of self.

It wasn't affected by magic, was it?

What's going on?

Despite Wilde's scrutiny, the wolf showed no sign of offense. Instead, he was quite patient, even crouching down lower to make it easier for Wilde to mount him.

"Um----"

Wilder walked over to it and softly asked, "Aww?"

(Do you want me to ride you?)

It opened its terrifyingly long snout, revealing sparse, sharp teeth, and roared, "Awooo!"

(Yes.)

Wilder pressed on, "Huh?"

(Why?)

"Aww~"

(friend.)

Wilder was taken aback.

This "fast dating" app has a delay effect?

and many more.

When this guy yelled out the word "friend," did he glance at the charred kobold corpse next to him?

Could it be that...?

"Huh?"

(I didn't hear you, what did you say?)

He asked again, this time staring intently at the wolf, observing its every move.

"Aww~"

(friend.)

As it howled, its eyes involuntarily glanced at the kobold corpse beside it once again.

really!

Wilder confirmed his guess.

This guy's claim of wanting to be friends is a lie; his real motive is that he's addicted to eating roasted dog meat!

A proud wolf that roams the border forests is actually willing to become a human's mount so that it can eat roasted meat in the future.

That makes a lot of sense.

For many people, food and drink are their only source of spiritual sustenance throughout their lives, let alone a wolf.

Simple and pure, he's a good wolf.

Wilder didn't stand on ceremony. He patted its head, then mounted its back and told it the direction of Ironweave Town in standard wolf language.

"Aww!"

The wolf howled, its limbs thrusting forward, carrying Wilder into the dense forest, heading towards Ironweave Town.

The sun had not yet fully risen, but the sky was already white, and a thin morning mist shrouded the dense forest.

Between 4 and 5 a.m.

This is Wilder's approximate time estimate.

The forest was quiet and damp. He sat on the back of a wolf, and the branches and bushes around him receded one by one, leaves and dew inevitably clinging to his body.

"ah----"

He yawned, feeling increasingly sleepy.

This feeling is like working overtime until the wee hours of the morning in a past life, taking a poorly maintained Didi car, sitting in the back with the window open, letting the wind blow on your head, but still feeling very sleepy.

Fortunately, we should be arriving in Tiewen Town soon.

Wilder, seeing that the surrounding scenery was already familiar, lay down on the wolf's back and fell asleep without realizing it.

Wilde was dreaming of attending a mage tournament, receiving thunderous applause from the stands, and was about to receive the reward of twenty gold coins.

"Aww!!!"

A scream burst into my dream.

His body was then thrown high into the air before crashing back to the ground.

As the event venue disappeared from his sight, darkness enveloped him, and he realized that everything he had just experienced was a dream.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around.

He was still on the wolf's back, but it stopped moving forward and stood still.

Have we arrived at the town gate?

Looking up, Wilder met the gaze of eight or nine pairs of dark green eyes.

Another wolf?

No.

Their eyes were clearly positioned higher, indicating that they evolved from crawling to walking upright.

Their manner of movement is also more human-like; they even wear adventurer leather armor and wield various crudely made weapons.

They are jackals.

Wilder had encountered her once before when he was on a gathering mission with Talia.

Easy-level monster.

It belongs to the slightly stronger tier in this category, with stronger individual combat ability than kobolds and goblins, and is also larger in size.

It is not surprising that they appeared on the outskirts of the border forest.

However, they should have been asleep long ago at this time.

Wilder glanced around and saw nothing but weapons in the hands of the nine gnolls.

It looks like they hunted all night, but came up empty-handed.

Therefore, upon seeing him and the wolves beneath him, the beasts' eyes gleamed, and drool dripped from their mouths, rejoicing that they had finally gotten their meal for the night.

Perhaps "this morning" would be a more appropriate term.

Wilder chuckled to himself, completely disregarding these few easy-level monsters.

"Aww————"

The howls of the wolves beneath him, however, did not sound so arrogant.

It whistled softly as it slowly moved backward.

Wilder, sitting on its back, could clearly feel that the creature was trembling uncontrollably.

Think about it too.

A four-legged wolf encountered a bipedal jackal.

It can be compared to "Garurumon" meeting "Werewolf Garurumon".

One is in its mature stage, the other is in its complete form.

They're not even in the same league!

It is estimated that the wolf clan has suffered many invasions and hunts from the jackals in the past.

Wilder smiled and decided to help his good friend sitting down.

He drew his hazelwood staff from his waist, raised it above his head, and began to outline the spell's structure.

The crystal at the tip of the staff glowed with a faint purple light.

The gnolls on the other side immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Aww!"

At the command of the one at the front, the beasts stopped probing and charged toward Wilder.

The battle is imminent!

"Aww————"

The wolf carrying Wilder panicked instantly; the protective mechanism flowing in its blood commanded it to run away immediately.

Otherwise, you will die!

It struggled to keep its trembling limbs upright, slightly bent to gather strength, just as it was about to turn and charge—"Bang!"

The staff crystal, radiating dazzling light, suddenly slammed into its head from behind without warning.

Magic is the greatest miracle in this world.

It can not only dominate the battle, but sometimes it can even change bloodlines.

[Giant]

The wolf's body began to swell uncontrollably until it became twice its original size.

Its fangs, claws, and body all doubled in size.

Because it had to look up at the jackals because it was on all fours, it was able to look them in the eye for the first time thanks to its height.

At this moment, the gnolls at the forefront had already closed in on them.

Faced with the suddenly gigantic wolf, it inevitably froze on the spot, staring incredulously at the monster before it.

This is----

Wild wolf?

However, every second on the battlefield is precious.

Seizing the moment when its prey was still, the wolf, relying on its keen hunting instincts, opened its blood-red maw without hesitation and snapped at its head!

A kiss twice the length of his own, completely engulfing the other's head.

"Pfft—"

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The jackal's head was instantly crushed in the wolf's mouth.

It opened its enormous, terrifying mouth again, and fragments of the gnoll's head and thick blood poured down from its long snout.

"Aww!!!"

The wolf raised its neck and let out a loud and excited howl.

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