Although the torrential rain that has been raging for a long time has passed, the clouds that have accumulated in the sky still show no sign of dissipating. In this moonless dark night, only a little light from the magic furnace in front of you can give people warmth and protection in the entire rainbow ranch.

Looking at the vicious wolves on the other side of the riverbank, who had begun to charge at high speed, Moriarty took a deep breath and raised the black wand in his hand.

There was no chanting of mantras, and there was no need for any guiding gestures, just a little spiritual power triggered, and immediately two consecutive brilliant magical rays of light shone from the tip of the "mage partner". In an instant, the first-level spells in the two pre-stored zài wands, "Breath of the Wind" and "Petrified Skin", were instantly summoned by Moriarty. This is the power of magical equipment, which can help mages break through the shackles of magic tradition and achieve a series of magical effects at a certain level.

Gently lowering the "mage companion", Moriarty's body was already surrounded by white and dark green spell brilliance. Looking at the wolves that had almost crossed over, Moriarty grabbed the magic dagger in the palm of his hand, and then drew his sword out of its sheath with a "swish", and actually recoiled towards the ten steppe wolves that attacked. And as if stimulated and motivated by their temporary masters, the four hounds, which had already shown timidity in the face of the surging wolves, also screamed and rushed over.

Thanks to the blessing of the Breath of the Wind, Moriarty's sprint speed is extremely fast. By the time the leader of the pack was the first to break out of the river and step onto the soil on the north bank, Moriarty's sword light was already roaring.

"Whew!"

He never expected that the human in front of him would have such a rapid attack and such a rapid speed, and the green eyes of the head wolf couldn't help but flash a trace of panic. However, the bloodthirsty wildness and the hunger in the belly instantly suppressed the panic. In a furious wolf howl, the head wolf's powerful hind legs kicked violently, and the calf-like body suddenly turned into a terrifying black shadow, and actually pounced on the attacking blade.

And in the face of the counterattack of the head wolf as if fighting for his life, Moriarty just smiled coldly. If he was holding an ordinary iron sword, maybe the blow of the head wolf might really turn defeat into victory. Because it is known that the hardest part of a wolf's body is the wolf's head, which is almost like a rock. But alas...

With a twist of the hilt of the sword in his hand, Moriarty instantly turned into a thorn, and it was aimed at the top of the head of the evil wolf that rushed towards him, and a "whoosh" sword stabbed straight out.

"Poof."

As if a hot knife had cut through wax, Moriarty's magical dagger pierced through the fur and skull of the head wolf's head without hindrance, and then pinned the wolf's massive head to the dirt of the riverbank. Then, the green light in the wolf's eyes quickly dimmed and extinguished.

"Whew!"

Seeing that their leader had died in the hands of humans with just one face, the remaining nine wolves who were still trekking quickly in the rainbow river were immediately frustrated. But after roaring in unison, the wolves still swooped down on their goal.

Ignoring the angry wolf howl that blew in his ears, Moriarty "clicked" and pulled the magic dagger from the head wolf's head. Immediately, a large amount of juice mixed with white and red impurities spurted out like a fountain from the wound on the top of the wolf corpse's head, soaring more than two meters high.

The next moment, the wolves that had crossed the Rainbow River finally pounced on the north bank, and Moriarty instantly fell into the siege of the wolves.

An ordinary first-class warrior, facing the siege of nine hungry wolves with the strength of one person, can probably only hold out for five minutes. And even if you fight desperately, you will kill about half of the wolves at most, but you can't escape the doom of being killed by a wolf's kiss after all. That's why some of the most massive packs of wolves in the steppes even dared to attack heavily armed caravans. Under the conditions of sneak attacks and hasty encounters, even the most powerful professionals are likely to be killed alive by the ferocity, tenacity, and sheer numbers of wolves. …,

But alas, the ten steppe wolves who came to the Rainbow River tonight to feed were really unlucky. Because the opponents they encounter are not pure warrior professionals, nor are they fragile mage professionals, but Moriarty, who is being tested by the Battle Mage mission.

In the face of the sharp teeth and sharp claws that constantly attacked him, Moriarty only protected his vital points and face, and did not actively defend other body parts. At the same time, Moriarty's blade was like the fingertips of death, constantly writing the notes of death on the bodies of the wolves. And for more than a minute, one hungry wolf after another turned into flesh syllables in Moriarty's killing music.

Perhaps, these wild creatures who fell under Moriarty's sword will never understand why they have been unable to leave any effective wounds on their bodies despite their desperate attacks. Every time the sharp edges of the wolf's fangs or claws tore through Moriarty's robe and sliced mercilessly into his flesh, a dark green curtain of light flashed. Then, the prey's peach-soft skin suddenly seemed to be covered with a solid layer of rock, so that the wolves' attacks could no longer penetrate any further, except for light scratches on the surface of Moriarty's skin.

Instead, with the blessing of the Breath of the Wind, Moriarty's attack was as swift as a whirlwind. The "sharp" magic dagger is like a tailor cutting clothes when facing the thick fur of a pack of wolves, and even a small intimate contact with the blade of the dagger will definitely bring out a shocking dripping wound immediately.

After another minute, ten grassland hungry wolves, including the previous wolf, were wiped out on the north bank of the Rainbow River. In fact, when Moriarty's killing was carried out at the last moment, the only two hungry wolves left did not think of escaping. It's a pity that the four hounds have also been outflanked at this time, and after slightly blocking the retreat of the two wolves, the sword light that pursued them cut the remaining wolves into four pieces.

When the battle was over, Moriarty stopped, looked at the mess around him, and sighed faintly. In addition to cutting off a few sturdy wolf legs as a reward for the hound's meat, the rest of the wolf corpses were all thrown into the Rainbow River and washed away to prevent the gathering of blood from causing other unnecessary trouble.

Wiping the blood stain off the magic dagger, Moriarty glanced at a fingertip-sized white crystal beneath the hilt of the sword, and then returned the sword to its sheath. The two-minute or so fight only slightly weakened the light scale in the white crystal, so the "sharp" effect of the short sword can last at least ten minutes of battle, and it will not have much impact on the subsequent mission.

Back in his small camp, Moriarty first breathed a bit, and then immediately replenished the two first-level spells "Wind Breath" and "Petrified Skin" back into his wand. Then, after a qiē is finished, put the kettle back on the magic stove and heat it up, and continue with his dinner. As for the robes that were damaged in battle, there are currently no spare parts to replace, so they can only continue to wear them.

After dinner, Moriatilo freshened up and began to meditate. As for the guard of the camp, there are four keen hounds, so it is not to be missed.

The next morning, the cumulus clouds that had been hanging over the pasture had finally cleared. A huge rainbow stretched across the sky from east to west, and the bright sky light was slowly sprinkled, which was unusually beautiful.

Three days had passed since the deadline of the mission, and there was not much time left for Moriarty. Packing up his belongings, he prepared to set off as far as he could to find the traces of the three Gogos.

However, before making the move, Moriarty first took out a palm-sized jar of sealed container from the canvas bag, then summoned four hounds, opened the container and let the hounds sniff the cans one by one, and then carefully sealed the opening. The four hounds began to sneeze in unison after smelling the mysterious smell in the can, and even a few hounds even showed slight dizziness, but fortunately they soon recovered again. …,

Retracting the container, Moriarty instructed the hounds to follow the breath from the jar for some faint smell that remained in the air. Because as a mage, Moriarty was able to communicate with Guò spirits and make it easy for the Hound to understand some of his simple intentions. After sniffing around nervously, the four hounds all found some faint traces one after another, and immediately began to follow an invisible trajectory along the north bank of the Rainbow River.

Here, Moriarty should be grateful for the dog's superior sense of smell, which allows it to find a trace in the air of zài even after the heavy rain and the wind blows for many days.

By the time the fourth day had passed, Moriarty, guided by his hounds, had found dozens of kilometers in the direction of the upper reaches of the Rainbow River. Although the three Gogodevils were still missing, it was clear that the four hounds had firmly grasped the traces of their targets. Especially in the evening, the hounds were chasing at a much faster pace, and it seemed that the Gogodevil was not far ahead.

Since he had firmly bitten the other party's tail, and the night action remained unchanged, it was very disadvantageous for the single Moriarty to engage in a hasty engagement, so after weighing and considering, Moriarty decided to camp on the spot before nightfall, and then quickly rush up after dawn on the fifth day.

And in order not to attract the attention of the possible target in front of him, Moriarty did not even light a fire that night, but drank cold water and chewed dry food raw. And the four hounds were also muzzled to prevent them from howling in the middle of the night and alarming the Quartet.

Nothing was said all night. Early in the morning of the fifth day, a ready-to-prepare Moriati continued to mount his horse in pursuit. After about two hours of advancement, Moriarty finally found the conclusive traces of Gogg on the road ahead.

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