Chapter 191 Encounter

Since Xia Ye Qiu Yu had used up his spell slots early in the battle, he chose to follow the main force back for a long rest, leaving only the trio to explore deep into the Khalkha Mountains.

This mountainous area north of the Storm High Slopes is sparsely populated and is home to countless legends. The giant evil snowman that sucks people's brains, the wailing midnight demon tower, and the ghosts in the snow are all legends that are widely circulated in the northern countries.

"call--"

The cold wind howled past, covering the rocks with a layer of white frost and bringing coldness to the valley.

"Fuck, this... this place is so damn cold."

Mantou was shivering from the cold, and white smoke was coming out of his nostrils.

"You deserve to be cold because you didn't prepare in advance."

Singo took out a bottle of blue potion and threw it to Mantou. It was a cold-resistance elixir made from magical herbs that grew underground. It was considered a relatively precious potion.

Mantou pulled out the cork and gulped down the drink. It felt like a stove was lit in his stomach, which immediately warmed up.

"Comfortable."

"Good job, Xin Gou."

Mantou nodded with a relaxed look on his face.

"nice one!"

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang didn't care that much due to his barbarian physique, but he still drank the elixir prepared in advance. Warm steam came out from his body and two streams of white smoke came out of his nostrils, making him feel refreshed.

"Whoosh-"

There was another shrieking sound.

"Attention, this doesn't seem to be the sound of the wind. Get ready for battle!"

Singo noticed something was wrong and gave a sharp reminder.

The sound was not just the sound of the wind blowing through the valley, but also a mixture of mournful and shrill howling, like the howling of a jackal.

A group of colorful and strange shadows flashed on the cliffs on both sides of the valley, and a rustling sound was heard.

The natural warrior quickly turned his head around, and found that the place where the noise came from was empty, with only dark rocks.

"It seems that the enemy is coming, hiding himself."

Singo pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow at the rock. The arrow exploded suddenly after it entered the rock, creating a violent fire.

The creatures hidden behind the rocks were frightened away by the fire, revealing their true faces.

Those human-like creatures were about two meters tall, with bristles on their high, bent backs. Their heads were like hyenas, with messy yellow teeth and blood-red triangular eyes.

Those blood-red eyes stared at the people in the valley, and they growled deep in their throats, wishing they could eat them alive.

These monsters prefer to eat intelligent creatures. They like to eat their prey alive and let the prey watch themselves being devoured. They prefer to hear the terrified screams of intelligent creatures before they die. Humans account for a large proportion of their diet.

"Gnoll?"

Singo recognized this monster immediately. He had killed many of them in the mines, but he felt something was wrong.

Gnolls prefer warm and humid environments, and usually appear in warm plains or underground. They rarely appear in such cold mountains. What's more, their appearance is different from that of ordinary gnolls - not only does their skin surface have reddish-brown and black fur, but many places have become bare and grown sparse white scales.

The three players immediately thought of the dragon-blooded hobgoblin from the Burnt Kingdom.

"That's interesting. Could it be the bloodline of the White Dragon?"

“No wonder it can withstand the cold.”

"It would be best if we could capture a few alive."

Singo immediately became interested, and looked at those jackals with a little more excitement - this was a rare and special species, and he would probably earn a lot of gold coins and contributions by offering them to the "Tower of the Great Wisdom".

The battle is about to break out.

The dragon vein jackals all howled towards the sky, making a crying sound that seemed particularly strange.

These monsters pounced down from the cliff towards the crowd, with their fangs and claws bared, and smelly mucus often dragging from the corners of their mouths.

"Go, go, go! Brother Zhan Kuang, Mantou, you guys go up and hold on."

"Damn it, Xin Gou is giving you orders, why don't you just go and fight these disgusting things yourself?"

Although he complained, Mantou still stepped forward to fight with his standard silver sword.

The natural war maniac could no longer wait. He roared to the sky, stomped his feet hard, and went berserk, rushing towards the jackals with red eyes.

"Ahhh-"

"Fighting is fun!"

The natural born warrior swung his giant axe and chopped off the head of a werewolf, scaring them so much that they retreated.

Mantou took the opportunity to rush forward, swinging his sword with great speed and easily cutting open the werewolf's chest, causing his internal organs to fall out.

Singo was even more exaggerated. He pulled the hunting longbow and marked the purple hunter's mark on the werewolf.

"Whoosh-"

With the sound of arrows piercing the air, a single arrow pierced the monster's heart. The sharp arrowhead came out of the other end of the body with blood. The power of the hunter's mark was still tearing the wound and causing additional damage, making the werewolf die.

"Don't kill too fast!"

"Leave a few alive for me!"

Singo shot the gnoll to death with another arrow and did not forget to remind everyone.

In front of these professional players who have reached level four and whose real strength far exceeds their paper data, ordinary werewolves, even if they have a trace of white dragon blood, are far from their opponents and can only become tools for players to gain experience and spoils.

But what quantity can make up for in quality.

Mantou and Tiansheng Zhan Kuang were charging at the front line, but they found that the number of jackals around them not only did not decrease, but increased instead, and there were constant howling sounds coming from afar.

"Fuck, how many of these pieces of shit are there——"

"You can't kill them all. You can't kill them all."

Singo in the valley also looked serious. He looked around and saw hundreds of ugly hyena-like heads sticking out from the cliffs on both sides of the valley. The densely packed blood-red eyes made his scalp tingle.

"Uh-oh no, it seems we have entered their lair."

"what?"

More and more jackals came up, forming a mottled wave, and the stench was about to drown the few people.

Even the largest werewolf took a deep breath and exhaled a cold breath - it was similar to the freezing breath of the white dragon!

Mantou was startled and rolled several times on the ground before he managed to escape. The place where he was standing was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Due to their previous complacency, Mantou and Zhan Kuang launched attacks from two sides respectively. The distance between the two was quite far, and Singo was watching from afar at the end of the valley. They were unable to take care of each other at all.

Mantou looked at the diverging roads in the valley and suddenly shouted, "Let's run away separately!"

"Row!"

So Mantou and Zhan Kuang went on the left and right, Singo went behind, and the three of them ran in different directions.

"Ow—"

These extremely greedy but low-intelligence jackals were also stunned. For a moment they didn't know which one to chase first. They stood there howling for a long time before slowly splitting into three groups at the urging of their leader and chasing in different directions.

(End of this chapter)