A few kilometers from the southern gate of Obojar, weeds, leaves, and dirt mixed with blood were scattered here. A teenager knelt on one knee, his pale linen coat stained with blood. His chest heaved violently, and blood was oozing from the right finger of his clenched staff, flowing down the curved shaft.

The corpses of several forest gray wolves around him had turned black, and the pungent smell of burning fur made him cough. But he didn't relax, his whole body tensed, and his eyes were locked on a windblade wolf not far ahead.

The windblade wolf was much taller than the dead gray wolves, its silvery-white hair was no longer shiny, and the left cheek was burned by flames, and the dried blood mixed with the charred hair stuck to it, and it looked terrifying. At the moment, it was pacing, looking very cautious, and the emaciated-looking human boy on the other side had already caused it to suffer greatly.

The boy was Vane, his hands trembling slightly from the overuse of magic, but his eyes were full of determination.

Encountering the Windblade Wolf was something Vane hadn't expected. Named for its razor-sharp claws and swift movements, the Windblade Wolf is found only in the forest, often accompanied by large or small timber wolf packs.

Vane had been out of the house since dawn, desperate to improve his abilities, and the best way to do that was to use magic in real combat. When he walked into the quiet and frightening forest, the blood that had been transformed into his inner impulse had long since disappeared, and he remembered the spider swarm that day, and fear continued to grow in his heart.

But the stubbornness of the teenager made Wayne unable to turn back, he could only move forward with his head on, and finally the current scene appeared.

The Windblade Wolf was still waiting for an opportunity, and Vane was barely able to get up. A man and a wolf confronted each other in the air, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Vane's chances were running out, and countless thoughts passed through his head. Vane was familiar with the beasts described in these books, and he certainly had no illusions of killing this windblade wolf, which was very vigilant, agile, and tenacious with vitality, and it was difficult for ordinary magic to hit it, let alone kill it.

Time was of the essence, and Vane had to make a risky decision. He slowly fell forward to the ground, as if his body had lost its last strength and had given up hope.

A minute, a minute or two, Vane lay on the ground and waited anxiously, he looked at the Windblade Wolf with his peripheral vision, but it didn't move. Just as Vane was about to lose his patience, the Windblade Wolf walked towards him.

Ten meters, five meters, Vane could already hear the heavy wheezing of the Wind Blade Wolf. He began to whisper a spell in a faint voice, a spell that was somewhat similar to the Fireball Technique, but much more complicated.

The windblade wolf's gasps were already close to its ears, and it looked down at its prey. Vane could even feel the stench of temperature.

Suddenly, Vane held the ground with his left hand, his upper body rose violently, and the staff of his right hand swung forward suddenly, and the staff hit the mouth of the Wind Blade Wolf impartially. The Windblade Wolf was startled and hurriedly retreated, but it was all in vain. Flames erupted from the sapphire, condensing into a basin-sized fireball that whizzed towards the Windblade Wolf.

Almost at the same time, a huge fireball slammed into the Wind Blade Wolf's chest with a tail flame, making a loud bang like an entity colliding.

Although the Intermediate Magic Great Fireball Technique is only one word different from the Fireball Technique, the destructive power is much greater, and although the Great Fireball Technique cast by Vane is very ineffective, but when it is hit at such a close distance, the Wind Blade Wolf still suffers serious damage.

The blood was all over the ground, the charred fur was hanging on his body, and even though the Wind Blade Wolf was strong, he was a little unsteady on his feet. It let out a few muffled sounds, as if in pain or as if unwilling, and turned around and limped into the depths of the forest.

When he couldn't see the figure of the Wind Blade Wolf, Vane fell to the ground with a thud. He could no longer support his body, and his brain kept giving instructions to rest. But he couldn't sleep here, not to mention whether there would be other strange beasts, and the Wind Blade Wolf was also known to be good at revenge.

Vane was covered in blood, and in his current state, he could no longer even perform any magic. He tightened his grip on his staff, staggering to his feet and walking in the direction he had come, spurred by the opening of the wound.

The last thing Vane saw before he fainted was the road leading to Obojar.

I don't know how long it took, Vane regained a trace of consciousness, but his eyes couldn't see anything, and he vaguely heard the voices of many people talking around him, as if someone was calling his name.

Slowly, a light appeared in front of his eyes, and a hazy figure came into his eyes.

"Wayne, can you hear me, Elena!" the figure in front of her gradually became clear, and the girl with a long ponytail looked at her anxiously.

It turned out to be Elena, and she thought she was dead, Vane smiled at her, but she didn't know if she laughed or not.

Maybe it was seeing Vane wake up, and a lot of people gathered around, Felder, Simpson, Eth, and Minister Rostry. Looking at the familiar faces, Wayne's heart warmed, and he regretted his impulsiveness.

Felder motioned for Vane not to speak, and then gave Vane a few sips of water. It didn't take long for the tiredness to hit again, and Vane couldn't help but fall asleep again.

When I woke up again, the sky was full of stars. Vane tried to sit up from the bed, but to his surprise, he felt that his body was much better, and there was no sharp pain as he had imagined.

"Vane, my natural magic isn't bad, is it?" a relaxed voice came over. I saw that York was sitting on a chair next to him, looking at him with his legs crossed.

"I'm feeling better, Deputy Minister York, you saved me?" Vane asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"You were lucky enough to have the patrolling guards spotting you on the side of the road, and Captain Barber ordered someone to bring you here. Your injuries aren't very serious, I mean at least your arms and legs are still there. York said and smiled. "By the way, your friends are back to the inn for the time being, so you can rest here tonight. ”

As he spoke, Rostryy pushed the door in, and he said as he walked: "Wayne, you kid is really not worrying, the words I said to you are to let you lay a solid foundation, not to let you rush into the wolves alone in hand-to-hand combat. However, a magic apprentice can still escape when he encounters a wind blade wolf, which is worth boasting about for a while. ”

"Minister Rostry, I was a little impulsive, but not because of what you said, but because of ......" Vane hesitated to say it, as a book that would record itself sounded a little implausible.

"Vane, what the hell is going on?" Rostry, sensitively aware that something was wrong here.

Vane eventually told Rostry, as it had happened, that day.

Rostri didn't ask about the book, but the look of surprise in his eyes flashed when he heard the black hooded cloak and the staff of the sheep's skull.

Will the Shadow Wizard do? Things seem to be getting more complicated.