Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 53 Rolling
The new moon is in the sky, sharp and thin as a knife.

Brian's feet, wearing pure black wolf fur short boots, stepped on the hard pine needles, appeared in the pine forest, and slowly descended from the small hill.

Every time he takes a step forward, he will leave a shallow footprint on the creaking pine needles. The depth of each footprint is exactly the same, and the distance between each step is exactly the same.

Bryan stepped over a branch broken by an ogre, dodged a slanting eagle-feathered arrow on a gentle slope, and then walked fearlessly through the bushes at his waist to face the wolves.

Smelling the bloody smell that seemed to never dissipate in the air, Brian lowered his head slightly, and tried his best to lower the black hood on his head without affecting his vision, and then he looked careless. , Walking towards the feasting wolves.

"Roar!"

The wolves smelled Brian, noticed him coming, and let out a demonstrative growl from their throats.

The wargs all stopped eating, and stared coldly at the glinting pupils.

A one-eyed old wolf with a gray mouth was biting the leather boot with half of its leg attached. When he found Brian approaching slowly, he dropped the boot in his mouth and growled at him.

A young male wolf behind the old wolf also showed its fangs, and its mouth and nose were dripping with scarlet blood.

Diagonally opposite the male wolf, three pure black wolves with glints of light in their pupils left the unrecognizable body of an elf, and approached the one-eyed old wolf with dilated nostrils. Yellow teeth.

The one-eyed old wolf walked at the forefront of the pack, tensed up again, and roared loudly at Brian.

Obviously, this one-eyed old wolf is the leader of the pack and their brains.

Accompanied by the roar of the alpha wolf, the three pure black wargs spread out to the left and right, walking uneasily, and from time to time slammed their front paws on the ground, tensing their strong and powerful wolf bodies.

They stared coldly at Brian approaching, bared their teeth and growled, eager to try.

At the same time, the remaining wargs were like a well-trained army, showing their sharp fangs and claws, walking neatly and slowly, as if to form a perfect encirclement net against Brian.

Brian was unmoved, he just walked towards the wolves step by step with no expression on his face, slowly approaching.

Because he knew very well how these wolves, whose intelligence was comparable to that of humans, carried out siege tactics.

Under normal circumstances, there will be two or three wargs serving as disturbance tasks, confusing the prey and making the prey enter the encirclement.

The other wolves are responsible for feinting or driving until the prey has completely entered the encirclement, and the alpha wolf will lead the wolves to attack.

And what he was waiting for was the moment when the wolves attacked him at the same time!
On the other side, the female ranger Toviel, who was hiding on the hill, watched Bryan rushing into the encirclement of wolves in such a leisurely manner, with deep puzzlement in his eyes.

He wouldn't really intend to slaughter the entire pack alone, would he?Toviel brushed the hair hanging from the corners of his eyes behind his ears, and couldn't help thinking to himself.

After all, what appeared in front of us were not weak goblins, nor kobolds who could only bark, but a pack of cunning, cruel and well-coordinated wolves.

Even for herself, it would be very difficult to deal with more than four wolves head-on, let alone a pack of more than a dozen wolves with a clear division of labor.

From her point of view, compared to the composure and calmness just now, Brian is simply insanely confident compared to this moment.

But she also vaguely felt that there was an aura of strength and unshakable confidence in Brian's body, as if hinting to herself that he could indeed do it.

Because this is not like a young man's overly overflowing fragile conceit, but the self-confidence produced by the sense of superiority that has hunted countless monsters but never failed.

Even so, Toviel still looked at Brian's back worriedly.

She bit her lower lip hard, and immediately pulled out two sharp arrows from her quiver, one between her teeth, the other on the bowstring, and the arrow reached the one-eyed old wolf in the pack.

The female ranger who has lived in the wild forest all year round knows that when facing a pack of wolves, as long as they shoot the head wolf first, their danger will plummet.

"Roar!"

Facing Brian's constant approach, the one-eyed old wolf stretched his neck, shook his head, and let out a low growl.

The three pure black wargs who were waiting in full force rushed towards Brian like an arrow from the string.

Their strong wolf bodies were the size of calves, and their majestic posture as they pounced on Brian seemed to cover the thin and thin crescent moon.

Taking advantage of the three wargs' first attack, the remaining wargs immediately accelerated their encirclement of Brian.

Brian pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, turned sideways, and avoided the first wolf that bit his thigh, and then turned around sharply to avoid the second wolf that locked his throat.

Immediately afterwards, he took advantage of the gap in his turn, and with lightning speed, he drew out the sharp sword at his waist.

Cold light flashed from the weather-beaten blade, converging on the elf runes carved on the edge of the blade, shining brightly under the cold moonlight.

When the third warg approached, Brian was ready to fight in an instant.

I saw his back arched like a predator, holding tightly to the hilt of his sword.

Step, reach, spin.

With the power of the rotation, Brian moved the sharp sword in his hand from bottom to top like clouds and flowing water, tearing through the icy air, and the edge of the sword drew a deadly cold light.

The warg who was thrown into the air let out a mournful wail, and fell to the ground, revealing the deep wound on his belly, and a pool of blood gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The death of the warg was like an omen. The moment it fell, the one-eyed old wolf howled up to the sky, like a charging horn under the night sky.

The pack of wolves forming an encirclement bared their teeth and roared at Brian, and all rushed forward aggressively.

Looking at Brian, who seemed to be in the center of the vortex, and never found the shooting angle, he couldn't bear to see the tragic scene of him being torn to pieces by the pack of wolves, so he closed his eyes subconsciously.

At this moment, Torviel, who closed his eyes, suddenly heard the thunder in the center of the vortex burst, the sound was deafening, and the bushes trembled.

Feeling the buzzing ears, Toviel suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that with Brian as the center, all the wargs that rushed forward were swept away by a nearly invisible thunder wave with the force of thunder.

The worgs fell heavily to the ground like dumplings. Their fur was disheveled, their mouths and noses were bleeding, and as they wailed and trembled in pain, their gloomy pupils gradually dimmed.

The crows who sat on the treetops to watch the excitement also screamed in terror, fluttering their pitch-black wings, gathered in the sky to form dark clouds that covered the sky, and then dispersed in a rush.

Immediately afterwards, Toviel saw the one-eyed old wolf and two or three wargs who managed to survive due to the slow attack, turning around and heading towards the bushes, whimpering.

She was about to draw her bow to aim at the leader of the warg when she saw Brian jump up suddenly.

Toviel, who put down his bow and arrow, found that every movement and every step of Brian seemed to come from instinct, and every detail seemed to have been honed to become precise and deadly.

I saw him flying up with the black cloak behind him, and the moment he landed, his body instantly blocked the one-eyed old wolf's escape route.

He wielded a sharp sword with a cold light, swung a powerful fatal blow, and slashed down mercilessly.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by scarlet blood making a bright red arc in the air, the head of the one-eyed old wolf rolled down under the thick oak tree roots.

Toviel watched in disbelief at the killing that Bryan caused in an instant, and the sharp arrow between his teeth slipped to the ground inadvertently.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a wolf howl suddenly sounded behind Toviel, and then she felt a gust of wind blowing, followed by a stench.

The moment she turned around, a calf-sized warg approached her silently and made a deadly pounce on her.

Obviously, because he was too focused on the battle ahead, he ignored the crisis behind him.

As a ranger, she made the deadliest mistake.

The warg that attacked was the patrolling warg that she and Brian first discovered.

Toviel was so frightened by the ferocious wolf that came upon her that her pretty face turned pale. In a panic, she could only hold the longbow in her hand horizontally in front of her, biting the bullet and making the last resistance.

At this moment, a dark blue ray made of cold air and ice shavings, wrapped in icy chill, precisely hit the head of the warg.

Toviel immediately took advantage of the gap between the pause of the warg, rolled on the spot, and distanced himself from it.

Afterwards, she saw that the forehead of the warg that was hit was freezing into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually spreading to the surroundings.

Unable to bear the bone-chilling chill, the wolf curled up on the ground and shivered until his whole body became stiff and lifeless.

(End of this chapter)