I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 122 Inviting Wolves into the Town

The gnoll at the front died.

Not only did he die.

He died by having his head bitten off.

The remaining eight of their kind stood frozen in place, as if under a spell of the Bewitching Sect.

fear.

It is the most powerful mental spell.

Especially under the double impact of the visual shock of the giant wolf and the auditory shock of the leader's head being easily crushed with a "plop" sound.

They instantly lost their will to fight and began to retreat step by step.

"Clatter".

As a gnoll's dagger fell to the ground, as if signaling a retreat, the beasts all turned and ran straight into the dense forest.

Wilder rubbed the head of the wolf he was riding.

"Aww!"

(Chase!)

The wolf shuddered and suddenly leaped out of its spot, chasing after the fleeing jackalmen.

The one running at the very back felt the ground tremble. Before it could even turn around, the wolf's claws, which were eight times heavier after its enlargement, slammed into its back.

Four sharp claws, like one-handed swords, pierced directly through its thin body.

"Aww————"

He responded immediately.

The wolf drew its claws and pounced forward, its front paws pinning down another jackal-man.

It suddenly lowered its head, revealing the fine, sharp teeth in its bloody mouth.

"Pfft"

Another one solved.

Then it caught two more, one of which had its head bitten off and the other had half its body bitten off.

Five were killed in total.

The remaining four wolves, now eight times their original weight, were simply too much for the wolves in the lead to catch up with.

Wilder did have enough casting range to kill them with a spell, but he didn't.

He didn't have a gnoll quest list; these simple monsters weren't worth much, and the experience points they provided weren't worth wasting mana on.

"Aww!"

The wolf beneath him was having a great time killing, constantly tilting its head back and howling.

One minute is up.

Its body gradually shrank until it returned to its original size.

"Aww————"

The wolf shook its head, looking at its body with a panicked and disappointed expression.

"Well----"

Wilder guessed that this guy probably thought it could stay that size forever.

How is that possible!

If he could, Gru would be ecstatic.

After a long while, the wolf finally accepted the fact that it had to return to a normal life.

It stopped paying attention to itself and began to fiddle with the five gnoll corpses, piling them all together.

Then it turned its head and looked at Wilder.

"?"

Wilder didn't understand.

What are they trying to do?

A ritual of the wolf clan?

But they probably haven't reached the point where they could give birth to civilization yet, have they?

The wolf continued to look at him, its muzzle gently opening and closing, letting out a low growl: "Awooo~"

(burn.)

Wilder then understood.

So it was because I was craving something.

"Alright."

He smiled, raised his staff, and in just two seconds drew a [Burning Hand], which shot towards the mountain of corpses. "Boom!" As the flames burned the gnoll's body, releasing a fragrant aroma, the wolf's tail wagged in response.

Once the fire subsided, it rushed over and began to devour the food.

Wilder stood aside, watching the scene unfold with great interest.

Wolves eating wolves?

That makes sense.

After all, he had played a game called "Fish Eat Fish".

As for cannibalism—

Yes, there are, but they don't actually eat them.

The wolf has quite the appetite; it had just eaten five or six charred kobolds, and now it has devoured two well-cooked jackalmen.

Fifteen minutes later, they set off again.

They encountered no further mishaps on the rest of the journey and arrived at the town gate of Tiewen Town without any problems.

It was already fully light.

The guards at the gate had just changed shifts, and interestingly, both groups—one about to go to sleep and the other having just woken up—were yawning.

But when Wilder reached the door, they instantly came to their senses.

Ironweave Town is located next to the border forest, where adventurers frequently come and go, and the guards are already used to their strange behavior.

Missing limbs, carrying monster corpses, all sorts of things —

I've never seen anyone come back riding a wild wolf.

Can this kind of wild beast be tamed?

"Wait, wait a minute!"

One of the guards said.

He wanted to reach out and stop it, but when he saw the wolf's mouth still stained with blood, he stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Wilder, riding on the back of a wolf, asked with a smile.

"This is—your mount?" the guard asked.

"It's less of a mount."

Wilder thought for a moment, "Or rather, he's my friend."

"friend?"

"friend!"

Wilder rubbed the wolf's head.

"Aww!"

The wolf, still brimming with excitement after killing five gnolls, howled fiercely at the two guards.

Its mouth was filled with the bloody and foul smell of chunks of jackal flesh.

"Please, please come in!"

The guard eventually realized that standing guard here was just a job, and there was no need to risk his life for such a small matter.

"Thanks."

Wilde smiled politely, patted the wolf, and it went through the town gate and into the town.

In fact, he had considered this question: should he part ways with the wolf at the town gate?

This thing is too conspicuous in town, and where to put it is also a problem.

But he hadn't slept all night and was now exhausted and sleepy. It was so comfortable on the wolf's back that he really didn't want to get off.

Moreover, he had heard from Cyrion that wagons were a very scarce resource in Ironweave Town because of the large amount of timber they needed to transport.

Therefore, horses are extremely expensive, and ordinary people simply cannot afford them.

This is why the team always hikes back and forth between the town and the forest.

Now, Wilder is riding a wolf, which is much better than a horse.

It can not only speed up travel, but also help you fight monsters.

Aside from liking to eat grilled meat chunks, and eating a lot of them, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him.

Therefore, Wilde secretly wished to keep the wolf by his side.

Forget it.

There's always a solution.

Fortunately, it was only five or six in the morning, and there weren't many people on the streets of the town.

Only a few shops were open, and after the shop owners saw the wolf, they slammed their doors shut again.

A drunkard, who had probably been drinking all night, was walking drunkenly down the street.

He looked up and saw a wolf walking towards him. Thinking he was adventuring in the border forest, he suddenly drew his one-handed sword and was about to stab it.

He hadn't taken more than two steps when he fell down on the stone path and passed out.

Wilder patted the wolf and walked past it.

Finally, they arrived at the Adventurers' Guild.

He got off the wolf, glanced at the stables at the entrance of the association, and then looked at the slightly greedy look in the wolf's eyes.

To ensure the safety of the horses, he decided to bring them to the association.

Push open the door.

Several early-rising adventurers were already in the hall, discussing the quest under the notice board.

Upon seeing Wilder and the wolves beside him, they instantly fell silent and placed their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists.

"Well----"

Wilder smiled apologetically at them.

Good guy.

This is just one wolf.

If they bring back a monster in the future, won't the association be in an uproar?

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