fantasy novels Chapter 23 Head-on confrontation?
Chapter 23 Head-on confrontation?
"House, how are you?"
Before House could speak, Pierce forced himself to stand up and asked first.
He was somewhat worried about House's current condition.
Dealing with six gray wolves at the same time would be very difficult.
They might even have gotten injured.
Pierce's concerns were not unfounded; for an ordinary novice adventurer to face six gray wolves simultaneously and emerge unscathed was virtually impossible.
Unless that person is House.
"Pierce, can you still fight?"
House didn't answer directly, but instead asked Pierce a question in return.
"I still have the strength."
As he spoke, Pierce took a small bottle, about the size of his palm, from the cloth bag at his waist, quickly unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.
The slightly cool medicine went down my throat, and the tightness in my chest and the tingling in my limbs were slowly relieved by this healing potion worth 1 gold.
The lost physical strength is slowly recovering.
While Pierce was taking the healing potion, House began to observe the wolf king.
Its fur was a mess of gray and tangled, with a long sword deeply embedded in its shoulder, and scarlet blood soaking into the surrounding fur.
Meeting those eyes, I saw a mixture of rage and sorrow, tinged with a hint of solemnity.
The wolf king did not launch an attack rashly; it was observing the human in front of it, whose strength it had initially misjudged.
A longsword made of the same material as the previous enemy, and a leather armor covered in scratches and slightly tattered.
Beneath the armor, a faint, eerie aura emanated, as if a demon were lurking within.
The wolf king felt a sense of apprehension.
The black-haired human in front of him looked unremarkable and had a restrained aura, not as impressive as the blond human next to him who was clad in steel armor.
Why are they able to turn against their own people?
Could it be an existence on par with that green-skinned enemy?
The wolf king recalled the green-skinned monster that his clan had encountered before.
It has the same body type as a black-haired human, but its appearance is even uglier and more ferocious, yet its strength is exceptionally terrifying.
Wielding a long sword, he could easily reap the lives of his own kind with a casual slash, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.
Recalling the dangers he had encountered earlier, and now looking at House, who appeared calm and unassuming, the Wolf King's fear deepened. His muscles tensed, and he dared not make a move.
The wolf king on this side made no move, and House also did not make a move easily.
He planned to buy himself some more time to recover his magic.
At this moment, the magic power in House's body has recovered from about 20% to about 30%.
With about 20% health, you can unleash [Slash] almost once.
After a short rest, the magic reserves in the body will be restored to 40%.
At that time, you can unleash two consecutive [Slash] attacks without holding back, launching a frontal assault on the Wolf King.
Unfortunately, Wolf King seemed to have seen through House's intention to delay returning to blue buff.
Just after Pierce had drunk half of the healing potion, it rushed over without warning.
Its massive body was like a small car, and the overwhelming sense of oppression it exerted brought a strong visual impact, causing House to instinctively want to turn aside and avoid it.
But in the end, he stopped himself from having such a thought.
We can't back down, or we'll lose our momentum!
If I retreat, the Wolf King will pass through me and attack Leila and Sylvia behind me!
No refunds!
House's expression suddenly tightened, his jaw clenched, and his hands gripped the sword hilt tightly.
A powerful will suppressed the instinct to retreat, and the magic power within his body surged and churned.
He was about to unleash his level 3 "Slash" and prepare to confront the berserk wolf king head-on.
But just then, a golden figure beside him rushed out before him.
"Drink!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out.
Pierce clenched his fists, crossed his arms in front of him, and charged straight at the wolf king with his bare body.
He had already plugged the bottle of medicine, which was only half-empty, and carelessly tossed it on the ground.
"House!"
The angry shout rang out again, and Pierce, who was sprinting, yelled it out once more.
House understood what he meant.
This was to prepare himself so that the moment he withstood the wolf king's attack and created an opening, he could immediately strike and deliver a fatal blow to the wolf king!
"clear!"
After a brief exchange, both parties understood each other's meaning.
Pierce channeled his last bit of magic into himself and launched a "straight thrust" at the wolf king!
Unlike his previous sword fights, this time Pierce had no intention of killing the wolf king instantly; he only wanted to control the wolf king's mobility.
So this time, the Wolf King had no way to avoid Pierce's attack!
It could only watch helplessly as Pierce charged at full speed like a bull.
"Bang!"
The hard, scaled steel armor clattered with a deafening thud. With the powerful recoil, Pierce was sent flying backwards, rolling towards the nearby bushes before finally disappearing into them.
The wolf king's massive body suddenly stopped, its limbs carving two mud tracks in the ground, before it began to stagger and slip.
In the instant the wolf king lost his focus, House, who was already prepared, decisively made his move.
Just like when he slashed at ordinary gray wolves, when facing the wolf king, whose body was larger and whose flesh was more resilient, the sharp blade of the sword, which was equipped with a level 3 slashing blade, still pierced into the wolf king's body without any resistance.
The moonlight shimmered.
The dense, soft wolf fur could not conceal the well-maintained, gleaming blade of the sword;
Its thick hide, far exceeding that of ordinary beasts, was torn open in an instant;
The strong, muscular body, covered in fat and muscle, was smoothly sliced open by the blood-stained, cold blade, like soft cheese.
However, when it encounters the hard tendons and periosteum inside the body, the sword suddenly stops and is obstructed.
Ultimately, the fierce slashes failed to completely sever the tendons and bones, but were embedded a few inches deep in the bone.
But House's goal was not to sever the wolf's body with a single sword strike.
His ultimate goal was simply to kill the wolf king, nothing more.
With a sudden twist of his wrist, the longsword that had been lodged in the bone was pulled out and then plunged diagonally into the abdomen, rapidly twisting and turning inside the wolf's body, brutally tearing and shredding its internal organs.
Large gushes of thick, crimson blood gushed out, splashing onto House's clothes, face, and sword blade.
The strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the surroundings.
Accompanying this was a painful roar.
After succeeding, House decisively released his longsword and retreated abruptly to a distance.
The injured ordinary gray wolf had struggled with tremendous strength, and it took him a lot of effort to barely subdue it.
The wolf king, now severely injured, is struggling with increasing intensity.
Fearing that the wolf king might launch a last-ditch counterattack, House decided to keep his distance and wait for the wolf king to exhaust its strength before finally eliminating it.
This was House's original plan.
But what happened next was completely unexpected by House.
The wolf king before them did not struggle or writhe in agony as expected. Instead, it slowly propped up its swaying body, raised its head high, and let out a long, mournful howl at the bright moon in the night sky.
After the wolf howled, the wolf king collapsed to the ground, lifeless.