Chapter 122: Arrogance

“On!”

The swift bird fled desperately, its massive, powerful talons trampling over a thicket of bushes. The fierce wind whipped the branches into a relentless sway. Nelson crouched low on the saddle, glancing back anxiously from time to time. He was filled with regret!

Five hours earlier, Nelson had finally returned to Victor’s domain. Along the way, guided by the Dust Falcon, he had carefully avoided several ant colonies, taking a wide detour. To regain his strength, Nelson found a relatively safe spot to camp and rest. After feeding the swift bird and getting ample rest, he was preparing to set off again when he spotted a lone antman.

Without a second thought, Nelson hurled his battle axe at the antman. However, the antman caught the rapidly spinning axe with ease! Nelson’s eyes nearly popped out of his head! The battle axe weighed a staggering 120 pounds, and propelled by his immense strength, its destructive power was terrifying. Nelson was certain that even a knight could not catch his flying axe barehanded, yet this antman not only caught it but didn’t even take a step back—only sinking a few centimeters into the ground on all fours.

Clearly enraged, the antman threw the axe back. Nelson rolled like a lazy donkey, miraculously escaping with his life. The axe smashed a waist-high iron oak tree behind him in half. The sheer force sent chills down Nelson’s spine, and he leapt onto the swift bird to flee.

“Bang!”

A mound of earth exploded, scattering dirt and stones as a sleek, gleaming figure dashed out—the antman in pursuit once more. Nelson pulled hard on the reins. The swift bird turned and sprang onto a nearby hillock, stretching out its long legs as it leapt up without hesitation. The antman followed, slower by a few beats, shrieking sharply, vowing never to let his prey escape.

In truth, the antman was faster than the swift bird. Without the bird’s extraordinary ability to navigate obstacles and make sharp turns, Nelson would have been caught long ago. But seeing the antman tear through stone and break trees with relentless fury, Nelson grimaced inwardly. This monster’s stamina was impressive; catching him was only a matter of time.

Nelson knew he had to act. Continuing to flee meant certain death—the swift bird’s heart pounded like a drum, nearing its limit. Turning to fight was impossible; the antman was clearly a Silver-tier monster. His only chance was to jump off the bird where its line of sight was blocked by obstacles, hide in some concealed corner, and pray the antman would chase the bird instead.

A bend ahead was the perfect spot! Nelson urged the swift bird forward, but the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch: five huge, calf-sized savage wolves blocked their path.

Wolves had long been a plague in the domain. Nelson had wanted to eliminate these beasts to restore peace but had never found the savage wolves—until now, at this critical moment!

“Run, buddy! Thanks for carrying me these past days! Now it’s my turn to do something for you!”

Nelson jumped off the saddle and patted the restless swift bird. Raising his lone battle axe, he roared and charged at the savage wolves. Blocked ahead and hunted from behind by a Silver-tier monster, he was doomed! But even in death, he vowed to take some with him.

The five savage wolves let out terrifying roars. Their green eyes instantly turned blood-red, their dark manes bristled sharply, and their muscular bodies swelled. Like arrows, they shot past Nelson and lunged straight at the antman behind him.

Nelson raised his axe and charged forward for a good twenty meters, then froze in disbelief.

Facing five fierce warhounds, the antman commander exhibited overwhelming strength. Standing upright, it slammed a fist down with unmatched force, sending the lead warhound flying over ten meters. The sound of bones shattering echoed as the deformed skull of the warhound crashed into a large tree, which snapped under the impact. The warhound rolled several times on the ground before falling still.

But the warhounds were in a bloodthirsty frenzy, moving with astonishing speed. As soon as the antman killed the first warhound, the others swarmed it, tearing at its body desperately. Unfortunately for the hounds, the commander’s shell was tougher than armor; their sharp teeth could not penetrate it. The antman grabbed another warhound with its upper limbs, clenched its clawed arm into a fist, and struck upward with a heavy thud. The warhound’s body bulged grotesquely, spraying blood from its mouth and nose.

Throwing the corpse aside, the antman seized a third warhound, preparing to tear it in half, when a cold gleam flashed by—a bolt pierced its head, followed by a howl of air being ripped apart.

Mortally wounded, the antman let out a wild shriek, forcibly breaking the warhound in its grasp, then stomped heavily on a fourth warhound, crushing it utterly. Blood and gore splattered everywhere, a gruesome scene impossible to look away from.

The commander antman gave chase to the last fleeing warhound, a long crossbow bolt still lodged in its head. This seemingly comical scene carried an indescribable horror.

Nelson stood dazed, having lived through the cycle of life and death in a brief instant. The brutal battle had erupted and ended so inexplicably that his mind was in utter chaos.

“Nelson!”

A familiar figure emerged from the distant bushes. Nelson cried out, “Lord Victor!”

“Come quickly! One commander antman is dead, and the swarm will arrive soon!” Victor waved his hand. Several burly men emerged from hiding, and two strange little carts came running from afar, pulled by two other savage wolves.

“My lord, this...”

“Move! We’ll talk once we’re safe!”

Victor grabbed the stunned Nelson and helped him onto a cart, heading west.

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“How’s the dog cart ride?”

“My lord, I’ve ridden horse carts, ox carts, but this is my first time on a dog cart...” Nelson smiled wryly.

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