Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Instead of retreating, Luo Ye advanced, his figure suddenly rushing forward, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The wooden spear in his hand thrust straight out, without any fancy moves, precisely targeting the weak gap in the wolf's lower jaw. The power of the dragon was poured into the spear tip, instantly piercing through flesh and throat, and emerging completely from the back of the neck.

One shot to kill!

The instant he sheathed his gun, he flipped his wrist and swung the gun barrel out with a violent force imbued with the power of the dragon, slamming it into the right temple of the demon wolf.

A dull thud resounded, and the demonic wolf was instantly smashed, its head tilted to the side, suffering a concussion. Its body tumbled several times in the air before landing and immediately losing its ability to resist.

The last wolf on the left had already pounced to his side, and a foul stench wafted towards him from the vent.

Luo Ye instantly released the gun barrel with his left hand, his five fingers gripping the wolf's jawbone, forcefully pinning the leaping wolf to the ground.

He gripped the spear in his right hand with the tip pointing downwards and thrust it fiercely into the wolf's weak throat.

In just three breaths, all three ferocious wolves were slain.

The system kill notification sounds kept echoing in my mind.

[Defeat 3 Forest Wolves, gain 210 experience points, and slightly increase Dragon Power proficiency]

A warm current of experience gently washed over his limbs and bones, subtly improving his physical condition.

Through the hidden pocket in her bosom, Eluvia quietly watched the scene of battle outside through the tiny gaps in the fabric.

Her gilded dragon eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze filled with astonishment and shock.

What shocked her was not Luo Ye's combat power in killing a few low-level magical beasts, but his current demeanor.

His attacks were swift, precise, and ruthless, each strike hitting the monster's weak point without any unnecessary movements. He remained calm and composed, displaying extreme decisiveness in his killing.

The human who had been playfully teasing her on her back, being tossed around by her, and shamelessly begging for mercy, now stood in the center of the wolf pack, holding a long spear, with an unusually calm and cold demeanor.

His wounds were still bleeding, and his physical strength was clearly far from recovered, but his hand holding the gun remained motionless.

Is this really the same person who used to call her "Your Majesty" with a grin and act silly in the sky?

Luo Ye flicked the wolf blood off the tip of his gun and casually brought up the system panel for a quick glance.

The properties panel unfolds in the field of view, with data flowing on a semi-transparent light screen.

【Luo Ye】

[Level: 10 (Job Changed)]

[Current Class: Night Dragon Knight (Unique Hidden)]

[Strength: 68 (+300%) → 272]

Agility: 41 (+200%) → 123

Endurance: 55 (+400%) → 275

[Magic Power: 30 (+500%) → 180]

Health Points: 840/1200 (Recovering)

[Dragon Power: Not fully mastered (current utilization rate 17%)]

[Awakened Skills: Dragon Power (Passive), Dragon Thrust (Active), Dragon Riding (Passive), Dragon Soul Resonance (Active/Contract Exclusive)]

[Unawakened Classes (Hidden Conditions Not Met): Fire Dragon Knight, Frost Dragon Knight, Holy Dragon Knight, Light Dragon Knight]

Looking at the four grayed-out hidden job advancement options on the panel, a glint of light flashed in Luo Ye's eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Great! All my hard work in figuring this out has finally paid off!

By risking his life to bind himself to the Black Dragon Queen and obtain the only hidden class, he made the most worthwhile decision of his life!

The Black Dragon Queen, who is both proud and easy to coax, and cold on the outside but warm on the inside, is simply a top-tier contract partner!

The remaining wolves in the forest watched their companions fall one after another, their eyes filled with deep fear. They stopped, lingered, and whimpered softly.

But the ultimate allure of dragon blood ultimately overwhelmed the fear of life and death. After a brief hesitation, three more ferocious demon wolves suddenly pounced from different angles, their attacks becoming increasingly frenzied.

Luo Ye's eyes sharpened, and instead of retreating, he advanced, wielding a wooden spear to meet the attack head-on.

He dodged the attack from the left, then swept his stick across, striking the right wolf's nose—one of the most vulnerable parts of a wolf.

The wolf let out a miserable howl, tumbling backward as it flew through the air, its nose collapsing and blood streaming down its face.

He then flipped his wrist, pulled the wooden stick back, and lashed the spear like a whip, striking the third demon wolf hard in the waist and abdomen.

With a sharp crack, the wolf's lumbar vertebrae snapped, paralyzing its lower body instantly. It collapsed to the ground, emitting a mournful howl.

In just a few breaths, one of the three demon wolves was dead and two were injured.

The remaining wolves finally showed signs of fear.

They circled around Luo Ye, hesitant to move forward, and the whimpers in their throats changed from threatening to hesitant.

The wooden spear in Luo Ye's hand was stained dark red, and wolf blood dripped down the shaft onto the withered leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

Luo Ye gave them no chance to recover. He stomped his foot on the ground and shot into the wolf pack like an arrow.

Guns flashed, and the power of the dragon erupted unrestrained, each thrust taking the life of a wolf.

The time it takes to drink half a cup of tea passes in the blink of an eye.

The last few remaining wolves were utterly terrified. They tucked their tails between their legs and fled in a sorry state, plunging into the depths of the dense forest, never daring to look back.

In the empty forest clearing, only wolf carcasses remained, their eerie green blood soaking through layers of withered leaves, and a thick, pungent stench of blood permeated the air.

Luo Ye breathed slightly, raised his hand to wipe away the wolf blood splattered on his cheek, and immediately looked down to check on Eluvia in his arms.

Fortunately, despite the fierce fighting and bumpy ride, she remained firmly curled up in the dark bag, quiet and still, without being thrown out at all.

But those gilded vertical pupils were quietly watching him, their eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions: shock, confusion, surprise, and a touch of indescribable emotion.

"...His skills are passable."

She turned her head away, her voice muffled, carrying an extremely awkward acceptance, refusing to offer a genuine compliment.

Luo Ye chuckled softly, not exposing her arrogance.

He planted the wooden spear in the soil beside him, bent down among the wolf carcasses, and deftly split open the head of the alpha wolf next to him with his wolf teeth.

With the skull shattered, the wolf's fangs rummaged through the dark red flesh and blood, and soon encountered a hard object—it took a full two minutes to pick out a rhombus-shaped magic core from deep within the alpha wolf's hard skull and hand it to Eluvia.

The magic core is grayish-black with a faint luster on its surface. Inside the core is a small cluster of pulsating dark green light, indicating that it is a low-level magic core with a mixture of wind and dark attributes.

In the hunter's market, such a low-level magic core is probably only worth a few dozen silver coins, but for the Black Dragon King, who is currently depleted of magic power and has only 3% health, even the elemental energy contained in the low-level magic core can temporarily alleviate the pain caused by the depletion of magic power.

Luo Ye carefully held the magic core in his palm and handed it to the opening of the dark bag, gently saying, "Your Majesty, please eat something to replenish your energy."

Eluvia poked her little head out slightly, sniffed lightly, and immediately turned her head away with a look of disgust, her childish voice full of arrogance and disdain.

"This tattered crystal core, condensed from such inferior demonic creatures, is riddled with impurities and tainted with filth. Does it even deserve to be devoured by this king?"

"Normally, trash of this caliber wouldn't even qualify to be used as paving for my lair."

Her tone was extremely arrogant, full of the pickiness and pride that dragons are born with.

Koroye could clearly see that her petite dragon body was trembling slightly. The coldness brought about by the depletion of magic power was constantly eroding her body, making her weaker and colder.