Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

Veins bulged on Morris's face, and his eyes blazed with uncontrollable rage.

His side was well-rested and had a numerical advantage.

In Maurice's imagination, the second son of Senlett, upon realizing he had stepped into a trap, should have knelt at his feet in fear, humbly begging for forgiveness.

However, the truth is that Lind Senwright, that bastard, merely glanced at him calmly.

She stopped paying attention and looked behind him.

It was as if he, the eldest son of the Alger family and the future heir to Wind Cliff City, was just an insignificant nobody.

That bastard, how dare he!

Morris couldn't help but recall a year ago.

He confidently invited Tinia to dance, but was coldly rejected, and watched helplessly as she took another man's hand.

Now, these two scoundrels have been surrounded by him one after the other, but coincidentally, neither of them takes him seriously!

Ignoring the furious Maurice.

Linde didn't care about him being just an ordinary knight; his gaze was fixed on the white-robed knight walking behind him.

He had a sword at his waist, a longbow on his back, his heart pounding like a drum, and his whole body exuded a heavy sense of oppression.

The other party was none other than the legendary "White Knight of Windcliff City," Wayne Eric.

"Something seems off about you?"

Lind was somewhat puzzled.

This white knight possesses a vitality comparable to that of a king of beasts.

At this moment, however, his eyes revealed a deep weariness, and he stood there listlessly.

Judging from the Eye of Insight, the White Knight's body is fine, so the problem must lie in his mind.

"It seems that betraying the Hyacinth family wasn't their intention. Have they gotten some leverage over them?"

Linde had a guess in his mind.

His self-absorbed behavior thoroughly enraged Maurice, who was standing nearby.

"You bastard! You're asking for it!"

Morris roared and strode forward, sword in hand.

Upon receiving the order, the ten soldiers around him immediately took action, laughing as they swung their swords at their prey.

Linde remained unmoved.

Even Brod and Mark, who were protecting him, simply gripped their weapons and did not retaliate.

Looking into their indifferent eyes, Maurice's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease suddenly welled up inside him.

Strange, cold winds began to blow through Pinecone Village at some unknown time.

A faint, low howl echoed in the air.

Morris froze in his sword swing, his pupils constricting sharply.

In a daze, he seemed to see a huge white wolf phantom appear behind Lind.

A chilling, icy blue light shone from the eyes of the ferocious beast.

No, damn it, that's not some kind of illusion!

Hearing the screams of his soldiers, Maurice was jolted awake, his cotton coat soaked with cold sweat.

"Get out of the way!"

He roared.

However, it was all in vain; ordinary people simply couldn't react to the Frostfang Wolf's swift attack.

Ten soldiers had their necks ripped open almost instantly, dying on the spot, their blood staining the snow red.

"No, this can't be, monster! Don't come any closer!"

When Maurice saw the Frostfang Wolf eyeing him, fear overwhelmed his mind.

He turned to run away, but his legs gave way and he collapsed in the snow. Desperate for survival, he cried out, "Huai'en! Save me! Otherwise, your daughter won't survive either!"

The white knight, lost in thought in the distance, slowly raised his head.

"An extraordinary monster?"

Huaien stared at the Frostfang Wolf, muttering to himself, and subconsciously picked up the longbow on his back, drew the bow, and shot an arrow.

Knight Combat Technique: Rapid Fire!

The bowstring vibrated, creating layers of white air waves.

Five arrows were fired in quick succession, each aimed at the Frostfang Wolf's eyes and neck, forming a blockade from different angles.

The Frostfang Wolf halted its attack and roared to the sky.

The cold air howled between its two long fangs, enveloping the arrow and twisting its direction.

Five arrows scraped its wolf skin, leaving bright red streaks of blood on its surface.

"roar!"

The wounded Frostfang Wolf roared, changed direction, and pounced fiercely at the White Knight, Wayne.

Knight Combat Skill: Wind Chaser's Step!

Knight Wayne lowered his longbow and gripped his longsword.

The air currents surrounding him propelled his body, allowing him to nimbly maneuver around the Frostfang Wolf's feet, dodging its continuous attacks.

The blade sliced ​​across the soft wolf belly, leaving shallow scratches on its surface.

As pain struck, Frostfang Wolf's fur stood on end, turning into a puffed-up state.

The wolf's claws rubbed together between its long fangs, shimmering with an icy blue magical light.

The ice blades were sharpened, further enhancing the power of the wolf claws.

However, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it is meaningless if it cannot reach the enemy.

"Is it an absolute crushing victory in terms of skill?"

Lind watched the battle between the wolf and the knight with surprise in his eyes.

Despite possessing the absolute strength to instantly kill his opponents, Frostfang Wolf struggled to even touch Huaien during the battle.

Decades of rigorous training have etched combat skills into the very essence of this white knight.

They even managed to suppress the Frostfang Wolves at one point.

Of course, a large part of the reason for this is that Frostfang Wolf has only recently evolved.

Originally, it was just an ordinary wolfhound, lacking experience in life-or-death battles, and far from being familiar with its own strength.

Even so, the fact that an ordinary knight could suppress a supernatural monster is enough to make him a legend among professionals.

This white knight lived up to his great reputation; he was truly deserving of it.

"This testing is over; it's time to end it."

Linde started walking towards Huaien.

If this continues, Frostfang Wolves will likely suffer heavy losses.

"Well done! You're not entirely useless."

As Linde moved forward, Morris got up, panting, his body visibly relaxed.

To cover up his earlier embarrassment, he put on a disdainful smile again, and his eyes gleamed with intense greed.

"No wonder you were able to hold off the Icefield Demon; you actually obtained a powerful, extraordinary giant wolf!"

Thinking about this, Maurice became excited.

This monster is clearly an evolution of the winter wolf.

If he could take over as the master of the giant wolf, it would undoubtedly further solidify his position as the heir to Fengya City.

"Stop! Tell me how to control that giant wolf, and I might spare your life!"

"As you wish."

Linde drew his longsword and decided to grant his request.

Frost-enhancing runes are forming within the body.

As Linde swung his sword, a whistling, icy sword aura slashed out.

Morris's head flew high into the air, spinning like a top, tracing an arc in mid-air.

Finally, it fell to the ground, splashing up snowflakes.

The expectation for the future from the previous second still lingered in his eyes.

The battlefield in the distance.

Knight Wayne dodged the Frostfang Wolf's pounce once again and was preparing to counterattack when he witnessed this scene.

"An extraordinary knight?"

He stood frozen in place, muttering to himself.

When did Sunflower Senwright, this ordinary baronial territory, become so powerful?

Staring at Maurice's corpse, Knight Wayne closed his eyes and sighed. Facing the onrushing Frostfang wolves, he stood still and gave up the fight.