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The great lich, upon hearing the girl's praise, immediately revealed his true colors, throwing back his head in a loud laugh: "Of course, hehehehe, I was once the first noble prince of the ancient Yindoro Empire. Back then, the beauties who wept for me were as numerous as the stars in the sky..."

Seeing this mad lich fall into his self-absorbed reverie once again, Chen Xuanfeng couldn't help but shake his head. He pulled Jin Luosha and turned to leave, leaving only the lich's (or ghost’s?) shrill voice echoing in the vast "Necromancer's Hall."

PS: Although the plot is somewhat contrived and forced, the "Magic Pearl" finally makes its grand entrance, hahaha. Even though the "Perfect Ten Magic Weapons" have no chance of appearing in the setting, it's still good to let a few other magic weapons make an appearance. Sob, Guan Canghai increasingly feels that he lacks talent in plotting, and can only compensate with beautiful settings and props.

Volume of the Werewolf Hero Chapter 6: Vast Desolate Sands, Endless Grievances

The desert sand is like snow.

The "Endless Sand Sea," located at the heart of the Mainland, has always been a forbidden zone for living beings, a stage for the Grim Reaper. If not for the battle between one of the Twelve Sages and the High Elves' magical army here long ago, which blessed this place with the power of the Nature Goddess, it would likely still be a lifeless wasteland today. Yet, under the alternating glow of the white moon and the blue moon at night, this desert radiates a faint luminescence, as beautiful as the early winter morning snow.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

On the silent desert, a continuous rustling sound echoes, and a black shadow, like a midnight phantom, races across the vast expanse of sand. The dense, rain-like footfalls indicate the shadow's lightning-fast speed.

"Awoooooo——" A long howl suddenly rings out from the distance, followed by answering calls from all directions.

Thanks to the power of the Nature Goddess, those fortunate enough to survive in the desert are not just intelligent races; numerous beasts and insects have also made their homes in this barren land, maintaining their survival and reproduction in various ways. Among them, the most powerful are the sand wolf packs of the desert.

Desert sand wolves, individually no larger than wild dogs, naturally cannot match the formidable giant war wolves tamed by the northern beastmen in terms of combat power. However, they excel in numbers, ferocity, cunning, endurance, and tenacity. They often hunt in groups of thousands or even tens of thousands, pursuing prey for hundreds of miles until the target is killed. Therefore, unless it's a large caravan of over a thousand people, encountering a sand wolf pack usually results in total annihilation, leaving not even bones behind.

However, the situation tonight is different.

The one who emitted the long howl is a one-eyed old sand wolf, which has been the leader of this pack for more than eight years. Under the leadership of this cunning and fierce leader, the number of sand wolves in the pack has surged from one or two thousand to a massive seven or eight thousand. Wherever they go, almost all life disappears, making them the nightmare of all nearby creatures. But tonight, this one-eyed old wolf has lost its usual composure, as have the entire wolf pack and all the creatures in this desert, feeling uneasy and restless. Though they have never faced high-level or even super-grade magical beasts, the innate primal instincts deep within their bloodlines warn them of danger, urging them to flee as quickly as possible.

Faced with an inexplicable sense of crisis, some chose to obey, while others chose to resist. Thus, when small animals like black scorpion sand rats fled in panic, the kings of the desert—the sand wolves—gathered in anger at the perceived affront to their dignity, led by the one-eyed wolf king, heading towards the source of their fear.

The semi-circular formation of eight thousand sand wolves opens to the west, waiting for the mysterious entity coming from the east to enter the ambush circle. Then, they will pounce together, eliminating the immense terror pressure, just as they have done countless times before.

However, these beasts, who had never seen a magical beast's innate magic, had no understanding of the immense gap in rank between magical creatures. Thus, they never imagined that what they were about to face was not prey, but a powerful being that disdained to be the hunter of their lives.

Soon enough, they witnessed something beyond their wildest imagination. Under the moonlight, a black streak of light raced swiftly toward them. Even to the sharpest-eyed sand wolf, it was only barely discernible that the figure was a massive black beast, five to six meters long, with two humanoid figures riding on its back. Before they could see clearly, the enormous beast, with soaring momentum, crashed into the oncoming wolf pack. The sand wolves on either side couldn't close in fast enough, and the first row of over a hundred sand wolves had to face this powerful beast alone.

Unlike any battle the sand wolves had seen or imagined, the Black Wolf had no intention of stopping to tear them apart with its teeth or claws. It didn’t even slow down, charging straight into the wolf pack. There was no collision, no tearing or entanglement, and not a single sand wolf was sent flying—a pure black flame erupted from the beast, with fiery flames spraying three to four meters outward. The sand wolves engulfed in flames were instantly reduced to ashes, allowing the Black Wolf to pass through the frontal blockade unimpeded. Even the one-eyed wolf king lurking at the back was consumed by the flames. The beast continued charging forward without slowing down, leaving a stunned pack of wolves in its wake, showing nothing but utter disdain.

Amidst the flames, the two figures riding the Black Wolf remained completely unscathed.

It was only after a long while that a few whispered words drifted on the wind.

"Brother, too many creatures were startled by Ice Wind along the way..."

"There's no way around it. After all, it's not a true living being. Even after being modified, it can't learn to control its aura. But we can increase our speed further, so that any creature sensing Ice Wind won't have time to react..."

The black beast was none other than the transformed "Ghost Wolf" Ice Wind, and riding it were the humanized Lord Chen Xuanfeng and the "Light Goddess" Jin Luosha.

At this moment, both had black hair and black eyes. Their formerly straight hair now cascaded in waves, and with the change in the lightness and darkness of their skin, the structure of their facial features had subtly changed, yet they were strikingly similar. Anyone who saw them would assume they were siblings with Viking and Yellow Dragon heritage.