Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Link reacted extremely quickly, instantly conjuring a Hymo cannonball and hurling it forcefully into the pack of wolves.

Heimon Cannonball, one of the Radiant Stone spells of the Magic Academy of Realucaria, can release magical projectiles that fly in a parabolic trajectory. When I was playing the game, Link would often use this move, which was extremely useful for clearing out large numbers of small monsters.

At that moment, as the magic cannonball landed on the wolf pack, it exploded with a deafening roar, sending up a cloud of blood mist.

Before Link could catch his breath, he felt a stench rushing towards him from the side, hitting his nostrils.

One of the dire wolves was incredibly fast. Although it couldn't leap onto the city wall in one go, it used its sharp claws to grip the cracks in the stone wall and used that as leverage to jump again. It actually managed to climb onto the wall and then flipped over to leap up!

33. Fear

Link's gaze sharpened instantly. He gripped his greatsword tightly and, without hesitation, unleashed a fierce horizontal slash. The sword wind howled, and the force was unstoppable.

The sword pierced deep into the ice wolf's body, reaching its very marrow.

Warm, viscous blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto his jet-black armor and creating a shocking bloodstain.

Ah, fighting against this pack of fierce wolves is surprisingly exhilarating!

Link held his sword across his chest, letting the thick, hot blood drip down the blade, splashing eerie blood flowers on the ground.

At this moment, his pupils were filled with the snow-white shadow of the Icefield Wolf. He turned around abruptly and threw himself back into the battle, his greatsword swirling like the wind, each strike carrying boundless killing intent.

Once this slaughter began, it was like a flood bursting its banks, and could not be stopped.

......

The night was as dark as ink, pressing heavily over the Warcraft Forest.

The howling wind, like an invisible blade, whips up fallen leaves and whirls through the forest.

Three enormous white wolf shadows surrounded the red figure in the center. With each light step, a hint of fear flickered in their beastly eyes.

Their heavy breathing echoed in the silent night sky, and the faint white mist exhaled from their mouths and noses lingered in the cold air, like a ghostly veil.

In the shadows, the surrounding night seemed to have been torn open by a demon, with countless scarlet eyes floating and flickering in the darkness like eerie flames.

More and more direwolves swarmed in from all directions, completely surrounding the forest.

Agnes stood tall and unmoving, like an unshakeable mountain.

Her gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, scanning back and forth over the three giant ice wolves less than a hundred meters in front of her, especially the largest one, which was the focus of her attention.

That's the wolf king.

Its tall and powerful body is astonishing; just standing there, it exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Its snow-white fur shimmered faintly in the moonlight, as if it were draped in a mysterious armor. With a gentle swipe of its sharp claws, it easily tore cracks in the ground, seemingly demonstrating its invincible power to Agnes.

What exactly is the difference between a hunter and a prey?

The answer is fear!

Fear is the yardstick by which these two identities are distinguished.

Fear was already showing in the wolf king's eyes!

"I smell fear coming from you!"

Agnes's lips curled into a mocking smile, her voice as cold as ice.

She swung her black battle axe casually, the handle already stained with crimson blood, like a blood-red ribbon.

Strangely, none of the dire wolves dared to launch an attack in the face of Agnes's arrogance, as if they were bound by an invisible force.

"Then, all of you, die!"

Agnes's eyes were as sharp as a lion's, flashing with endless killing intent. Her gaze was domineering and disdainful, as if she wanted to trample everything in the world under her feet.

In an instant, intense crimson flames erupted from her body like a torrent, resembling an angry fire dragon that instantly filled and stained the dark world.

Immediately afterwards, the raging flames swept out like a whirlwind, affecting the three dire wolves that couldn't escape in time, as well as the growing dire wolf pack.

Everything was mercilessly swept into this fiery red halo, as if thrown into a furnace of purgatory.

"Awooo—Awooo—"

The mournful howls of wolves echoed across the battlefield, reverberating like a desperate lament.

Link, still grappling with bloodshed, had just slain another dire wolf. He brandished his blood-stained greatsword, turned his head, and looked in the direction Agnes had disappeared.

It seems the battle is over.

As expected of Agnes, the Red-Haired Demon God!

A hint of a smile flashed in Link's eyes. He shook his slightly sore right hand and stretched his muscles.

At this moment, he also realized that the attack of the direwolves had stopped. The direwolves, which were just moments ago extremely fierce, now seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fear, and they all shrank back.

In the scarlet eyes of the direwolves, fear surged like a tide, and their howls echoed through the forest like mournful dirges.

Many dire wolves began to slowly retreat, their steps unsteady.

The death of the wolf king was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the surging hunger in their hearts and sobering them up from their frenzied attack, making them realize that they were facing a group of powerful enemies that they could not defeat.

Without Link issuing any orders, the Grik cavalry, as an elite force, could no longer contain their inner passion.

They rode out of the city like arrows released from a bow, pursuing their victory.

In the fierce battle, they had become intimately familiar with the movements of the dire wolves, and they seized every opportunity to attack perfectly.

The ferocious offensive came like a sudden downpour, the sharp spears wielded like the wind, each thrust carrying a determination to kill.

Countless drops of thick, crimson blood danced wildly in the air, like blooming blood flowers; severed limbs and mangled corpses rained down on the ground with dull thuds.

Link's nostrils twitched slightly as a pungent, fishy smell assaulted his olfactory nerves.

He looked down and saw that his black armor was now soaked in thick, scarlet blood, with even shattered internal organs congealed inside, emitting a nauseating stench.

34. Kiss Agnes

"It's time to end this, Lina. Get someone to clean up the battlefield. I don't want the smell of blood to attract other monsters and cause us more trouble. Also, don't let those cavalrymen chase us too far."

Link patted Lina's shoulder gently and said in a steady tone.

"Yes, Lord Link."

Lina nodded slightly, a slightly relaxed expression on her face.

After the pack of dire wolves retreated, her tense nerves finally relaxed considerably. At least from the current situation, it was a perfect victory for them.

The casualties were kept within a manageable range, and the wolf pack was successfully repelled.

At that moment, heavy footsteps came from the depths of the forest. Link looked up and saw that Agnes had left the forest and was striding back.

On her hideous crimson armor, she carried three enormous, snow-white wolf carcasses. The wolf carcasses' fur was charred black by flames, and their bellies had been cut open with a three-foot-long wound, revealing their foul-smelling internal organs.

“Well done, Agnes!” Link praised sincerely.

......

A victory celebration after the dire wolf pack's attack is a must, so Link decides to use whatever he has on hand to make a delicious wolf meat barbecue.

This serves both as a reward for the soldiers who have fought hard and as a way to make up for the poor quality of their meals recently.

Link selected the tenderest cuts of wolf leg meat from the wolf king, carefully slicing them off piece by piece. Then, after careful processing, excess tendons and impurities were removed.

Next, Link picked up a clean branch, skewered pieces of wolf meat, and roasted them over the blazing flames of the campfire.

Before long, the aroma of meat filled the air, whetting people's appetites.

Barbecue is the simplest. As long as you control the heat well, even if the only seasoning is salt, the taste will still be pretty good.

Link smiled and handed the roasted wolf meat to Agnes, Lina, and the soldiers gathered around.

Everyone sat together, just like when we used to have barbecues with friends. The atmosphere was casual and warm, and everyone had a smile on their face.

The flesh and blood of these monsters contain abundant energy that can nourish and strengthen the body. Such an opportunity is rare and should not be wasted.

After the soldiers have eaten and drunk their fill, if there is any wolf meat left, then distribute it to the people in the city so that everyone can share in the joy of victory.

The barbecue dinner was drawing to a close.

The warm yellow glow of the campfire still imbued this place with a touch of laziness and comfort.

Link prepared extra roasted meat and vegetables, carefully plated them, and served them to Agnes.

The grilled meat sizzled and dripped with oil, while the grilled vegetables were bright in color and had a wonderful aroma, showing his dedication.

"You were a great hero tonight, thank you for your hard work, Agnes."

Link's gaze was intense, a smile played on his lips, and his voice was gentle and sincere.

The moment Agnes took the plate with both hands, Link's eyes flashed, and seizing this fleeting opportunity, he took a big step forward.

Immediately afterward, amidst the astonished yet somewhat ambiguous gazes of the surrounding soldiers, he forcefully leaned down and kissed Agnes's luscious red lips.

This kiss was filled with boundless love and possessiveness, passionate and intense.

Who wouldn't fall for such a powerful and charming woman?

Link didn't mind being protected by Agnes at all; he enjoyed the sense of security that came with being protected.

In his heart, such a powerful and beautiful woman was destined to belong only to him.

Goodnight, get some rest~

Link released Agnes, raised his hand and gently rubbed her blushing cheeks, his movements tender and affectionate.

Then, he turned around and strode towards the city lord's mansion, leaving behind a group of soldiers with either astonished or envious gazes.

Amidst the crowd, Lina watched Link and Agnes' intimate actions, and a strange ripple stirred within her heart.

She felt as if something was blocking her chest, a dull, indescribable discomfort.

What exactly is this feeling like?

Could it be...

Is this what others call jealousy?

She couldn't explain it herself, she just felt that the feeling was really unpleasant.

After returning to the city lord's mansion, Link first took a hot bath with the help of the maids, letting the warm water pour down from his head, washing away his fatigue.

By the time everything was settled, the night was already deep and dark, and all was quiet.

It's already late at night; it won't be long before dawn.

Only the occasional hooting of owls in the distance added to the sense of loneliness.

The fatigue accumulated from the previous battle surged in like a tidal wave, one wave after another, constantly assaulting his nerves and turning into waves of drowsiness.

Link forgot to check the Bika points he had earned in the battle; overwhelmed by drowsiness, all he wanted to do was get a good night's sleep.

Back in her bedroom, Olivia lay quietly on the bed, moonlight filtering through the gauze curtains and bathing her face in a holy glow.

Link thought she was asleep. He was exhausted and had no energy to do anything else, so he tiptoed to the bedside, lay down slowly, and gently embraced Olivia.

Olivia seemed to sense his presence, shifted slightly, found a more comfortable position, and snuggled against him.

In the quiet night, he held Olivia's soft and graceful body in his arms and soon fell into a deep sleep, drifting into a sweet dream.

35. A new round of lottery draws

As for Olivia, she wasn't actually asleep.

Having failed to receive Link's favor all day, she felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at the depths of her lower abdomen, causing unbearable itching, and waves of emptiness overwhelmed her like a tide.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her eyes filled with resentment and longing.

She really didn't understand why she had become like this. The calm and composed person she used to be had turned into this when facing Link.

Looking at the man who was holding her as she slept soundly, Olivia's gaze gradually softened.

Unbeknownst to her, a unique feeling quietly sprouted in her heart, like a seed diligently absorbing nutrients in the darkness, waiting for the moment it would break through the soil.

......

It's another beautiful morning with its lovely morning light.

Link slowly woke up to Olivia's "Good Morning Bite".