Chapter 67: Demon Core Renamed Due to Bug
The dry spell was waiting, waiting for the moment when the wolf pack relaxed its vigilance. On these days of long-distance travel, I also saw many wolf packs, all of which had a common characteristic: they were extremely cautious, but at one point, they were most off guard.
Get up! Gan Jing found that even when wolves are dozing, they remain extremely vigilant. Only when the wolf has finished dozing and is about to get up does it truly relax its vigilance.
Time passed minute by minute and second by second. Qian Jing was like an experienced old hunter, always paying attention to the movements of the head wolf.
Ahh...
The lead wolf opened its eyes, looked up at the sky and let out a long howl, prompting the surrounding pack of wolves to look up at the sky and howl in unison. It slowly stood up on all fours.
"This is the chance!"
His eyes, which had been narrowed to a slit, suddenly burst out with a fierce light. The ninth-level Dou Qi instantly erupted from the acupoints in his body and surged into his legs. His bent knees strongly rebounded, producing a powerful backward force. His body was like a strong bow shooting an arrow, directly pouncing on the wolf's head. The result of nearly ten thousand swings of his blade in the past three days was fully displayed at this moment!
The wolf's eyes sparkled with unexpected surprise, and its curved limbs suddenly expanded rapidly, jumping and dodging to one side.
Ahh... Ugggh...
The wolf's body was still jumping and moving in the air, but its head had stopped following the movement of its body and was rolling to the ground with a gurgling sound, ending the unfinished howl.
Everything happened too fast! The three days of training, learning and growth were fully reflected in this one knife, relying on a sneak attack to kill the head wolf.
Being able to successfully ambush the red wolf who was good at ambushing, Qian Jin was even happier than killing the head wolf in a frontal attack. These three days of continuous practice in stealth had already yielded some initial results.
One slash killed the wolf, and with a loud "hiss", both feet landed on the ground, knees slightly bent. Then, using this bent force, he suddenly propelled himself forward, his body like a cannonball flying straight to the front of the three red wolves. With a swift horizontal slash of his saber, he directly slaughtered the three red wolves that had not yet reacted to what was happening.
In the blink of an eye, Qian Jing killed the red wolf that was about to advance and become a Flame Wolf Beast with one slash. Then, he killed three more red wolves with another slash, his powerful aura suddenly standing upright. With a flick of his body, he turned to the other side and killed two more red wolves with a swift slash of his knife.
Ahh... A red wolf let out a mournful howl, its body slightly lowering into a pouncing stance. Gan Jing held his saber horizontally across his chest and suddenly turned around to glare fiercely at the red wolf that was about to attack!
The red wolf's body suddenly shuddered, the ferocity in its eyes greatly diminished in an instant, and the standing wolf hair on its body also subsided. The long tail that was dragging on the ground was clamped between its legs, retreating repeatedly, and the humming sound from its mouth sounded more like fear.
Killing intent! The Red Wolf's instincts sensed the thick killing intent on Qianjin's body, which was absolutely from the pile of corpses and the bloody sea.
The wolf's intuition far exceeded that of humans, the red wolves surrounding Qianjin, baring their teeth and growling, were all cautiously staring at him, their tails tucked between their legs as they backed away, constantly retreating.
They didn't dare to take revenge on the wolf king, whether it was the person holding the knife or the broad and thick horse-killing sword, all of them were emitting a strong murderous aura!
Aaaaoooouuu...
Another howl, the remaining red wolves turned around and fled in unison, rushing headlong into the forest without looking back, fearing that they would be slaughtered by this killing demon if they ran slowly.
"Is that it?" Gan Jing looked at the cold and clear battlefield with some confusion, frowning repeatedly: "Aren't wolf packs supposed to be fearless? How come these Red Wolves are so timid today? What exactly happened?"
"It's better if he leaves, less trouble for me."
Taking a deep breath with a strong and fierce gasp, using the Iron Forging Breathing Method to slowly disperse his senses in all directions, searching for the hundred-year-old Ice Iron Mine that he had been looking for over three days.
Is it cool and refreshing? It's so cold! Like a block of ice! Gan Jing closed his eyes, swung his fists, and felt the chill from different directions. Under the ground and rocks was a huge iron ore, which differed from ordinary iron ore in that it gave people a cool feeling.
This? Gan Jing suddenly felt that, apart from the cold metal, there was another place with a hint of heat, which was a feeling completely opposite to ice and iron. It belonged to extreme heat, with temperatures as high as hundreds of degrees! The only thing was that this hot spot was very small...
Qianjin opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the heat source, only to find that it was coming from the body of the dead head wolf.
The saber sliced open the corpse of the wolf, and in its abdomen was a small red stone about the size of a thumb nail cover. Reaching out to touch it, he found that this little red stone was scorching hot.
"Is this the Demon Core?" Gan Jing cautiously used his knife to pick out the red stone, and then cut off another piece of the Red Wolf's fur. He wrapped the red stone in the fur and placed it in a pouch, sighing: "It should be the Demon Core. I didn't expect that it has already given birth to a Demon Core. It seems that with a bit more time, it will be my turn to have a headache."
If an ordinary person accidentally picks up a magic core, the only effect it has on him is a substantial financial return. He can auction it off at any auction house and get a lot of money back.
For magicians, warriors, pharmacists, blacksmiths and other different industries, there are different meanings.
Rumors have it that apothecaries can use them to concoct wondrous potions, while mages can find people who can inlay them into their staffs using special methods or use them to create some magical scrolls. Even if not a master craftsman of magic forging, one can still utilize the magic core to enhance the quality of the battle puppets to a certain extent.
Although this thing that doesn't know if it's a magic core or not can't be brought back to school, it can still gain more forging experience when forging weapons in Blake's blacksmith shop. In the future, if you're lucky enough to own a magic core, you won't be at a loss and know how to use it to forge a battle soldier.
The century-old ice iron ore is not a dense and cohesive whole, but rather like large rocks that grow slowly over time.
He lifted several boulders, selected one that weighed around 110 pounds of hundred-year-old ice iron, and then wrapped it in red flannelette to prevent himself from being frozen into an ice lump while carrying the cold iron down the mountain.
Carrying over a hundred catties of century-old ice iron, he took another look at the red wolf that was hacked to pieces, and his heart felt a wave of emotion and gratitude. If it weren't for this solo outing to complete so-called tasks, he wouldn't have been able to personally put into practice some of the warrior knowledge from his textbooks.
If it weren't for these three days of searching and intense battle, if I were just forging in the iron shop, it's hard to say whether my strength could break through to level 8.
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Because of a bug, I made some changes. Please forgive me.
