Vol 2 Chapter 61: Evil Wolf Wilderness

Evil Wolf Wilderness, the Banner Tent.

Under the dark blue canopy of the sky, the air carried a faint chill, and the soil beneath one’s feet was exceptionally barren.

This was a garrison northwest of the Hidden Grove association, close to the border. The soil was severely barren and polluted, incapable of producing useful crops. It seemed unsuitable for habitation, yet this garrison still had quite a few apprentices. The ‘Wildfire Sect (Bloodline·Beast Fang)’, the ‘Fang Forest Garden (Beast Fang·Verdant Nectar)’, and the ‘Wild Sky White Vulture (Vaulted Sky·Luminous Moon)’—these three organizations were permanently stationed here.

Passing through vast stretches of yellowing wilderness, a camp with numerous giant, towering tents came into view.

Not long after, a group of riders galloped on horseback, traversing the wasteland of gravel and weeds, arriving within the camp.

They unloaded the various boxes they carried from their horses and handed them over to the local association personnel, going through the items one by one according to the list, confirming each.

“Alright, inspection complete.” After confirming the quantity of supplies was correct, the local association member nodded.

Subsequently, this group of riders mounted their horses again, tied down the supply boxes loaded with various pelts, fangs, and bones, turned around, and left.

Although the Evil Wolf Wilderness couldn’t provide food crops, the pelts and bone materials produced here were also famous within the association. Every apprentice who could train here was skilled at fighting beasts and monsters.

In the afternoon, a young man returned to the garrison carrying a bloodied wolf head and pelt, tossing them into a wooden crate inside the camp’s main tent.

“Wash these and calculate how many points and gold coins they’re worth for me.”

“Yes, Master Agren.” The beastman slaves in the camp hurriedly lifted the wooden crate and went to wash it.

Afterwards, this young man rummaged through a box in a corner of the main tent, pulled out a bottle of wine, sliced off the cap, then sat at a table and gulped it down noisily, as if drinking water.

The wine liquid presented a vivid blood-red color. As it was poured into his mouth, the young man’s blood circulation began to accelerate, and strands of the ‘Bloodline’ Aspect’s power seeped in, circulated, continuously strengthening his physique.

“Hah.”

After drinking, the empty wine bottle was casually tossed by Agren into the wooden crate, clinking a few times before settling. He then went to the large bed covered with thick furs, intending to take a short nap to digest the absorbed power of the Blood Wine.

Unfortunately, before he had even slept for ten minutes, a Hidden Grove member wearing a short cape came to the large tent where he lived, calling his name.

“Is Apprentice Agren home? This is a mailed item delivered by the association.” He placed a long wooden crate inside the large tent, his gaze searching until he saw the sleeping young man.

“Alright, I know, put it there.” Agren raised a hand, casually pointing to a spot.

“Okay, but you still need to sign for it.” The other party came over with a booklet, making the half-asleep Agren sign.

After finishing, this association member pulled the curtain closed and left this large tent.

A little past four in the afternoon, Agren leisurely woke up, stretched, feeling thoroughly refreshed all over.

“Great, slept really comfortably.” He jumped up with one foot, flexed his wrists and ankles, and prepared to go wander around the market within the camp, and incidentally find something to eat.

“Huh, where did this come from?” He saw the wooden crate with a seal affixed to it inside the tent.

Walking over, he looked at the seal;
it should have been mailed from another garrison.

“Recently, I don’t think I placed any orders with that kid Mond. I haven’t finished drinking that batch of Blood Wine I bought before.” He flipped the crate over and saw the handwriting on it;
it was indeed addressed to him.

[Evil Wolf Wilderness, Agren]

“Strange, it really is for me. Whatever, let’s open it and see.” He directly pried open one of the wooden planks with his bare hands, dismantling the long, rectangular wooden crate.

Soon, a long sword in a black sheath, wrapped in three layers of wood shavings, thick cloth, and oil paper, appeared before his eyes.

“What’s this?”

He picked up the sheath, drew the hilt, and the dark gold blade poured out like flowing water, its smooth lines making one involuntarily grow fond of it.

Gripping the hilt, Agren casually swung it, feeling a seamless, natural ease of handling.

“Not bad, really not bad, very not bad.” He uttered several praises in a row.

Then Agren found a damaged, useless beast pelt and gently drew the blade across it. A sharp, smooth cut was torn open, the process exceptionally silky.

“This feel is really comfortable.” He kept playing with this long sword, his heart filled with joy.

That night, Agren took the sword and found the blacksmith within the camp, asking him to evaluate it.

“Oh, this sword.” The other took it, brandished it a bit, then held it up to the firelight for a careful observation.

“It should be from the Glittergold Plains. The material goes without saying;
the entire blade body uses Glittergold ingots, exceptionally generous and bold. The craftsmanship is also excellent;
seems it was forged by those familiar folks from the ‘Forging Gold Hammer’.”

“So, how much did you spend to have it custom-made? I estimate they wouldn’t even bother for less than 100 gold coins.” Putting down the sword, this blacksmith asked teasingly.

After listening, Agren sheathed the long sword, inserting it back into its scabbard, and answered with a smile, “Spend money?”

“Of course, I didn’t spend a single coin. But it really was a good friend who helped me order it. She probably spent quite a bit of money.”

“Seems like next time we meet, I’ll have to thank her properly. But what was her name again? Tilu? Xiya?” Agren stroked his chin, a bit unable to recall that girl’s name.

“Never mind, I’ll deal with it next time we meet. I feel like I’m about to advance soon. Afterwards, I’ll go check out other places. I’m getting a bit tired of staying in this godforsaken place anyway.”

“So fast? I remember you haven’t even been here a year yet, Agren.” The blacksmith was somewhat surprised. He walked to the side and sat down, taking out a jar of water and noisily pouring it into his mouth.

“Hah, who do you think I am?”

“Didn’t I show you the Badge when I arrived? During the assessment, I already slew a Second Tier ‘Black Goat’ alone. Now, after another half a year or more, my strength has advanced by leaps and bounds. Killing those Second Tier wild wolves out there is as easy as playing.” Agren came and sat down beside this chubby blacksmith.

“Once I advance, I’ll take down that Third Tier Wolf King, then collect the bounty and transfer garrisons.”

“Leaving so soon? I remember many of the young guys in the camp really admire you, even calling you big brother.”

“Being a big brother isn’t limited to one place.” Agren shook his head.

“The rule of the grasslands is, as long as you’re strong enough, you’re the boss anywhere.”

“Them calling me that every day is just because they want to follow behind me, hunting and fighting battles safely. If they run into someone they can’t handle, I’ll step in.” With both hands supporting the back of his head as he leaned back in the chair, Agren crossed his legs, watching the bellows being pulled in the blacksmith shop.

“This fire is getting bigger and bigger.” He looked at the gradually orange-red, white-hot flames in the furnace, seemingly reminded of something, then stood up.

“I remember in that equipment list you showed me before, there was a set of wolf-head cloak, right?”

“Oh, you mean that one.” The blacksmith turned around.

“You need to give me a pretty impressive wolf head, at least Second Tier. Then give me four Soft Silver Iron ingots for the inner lining. After that, I’ll find a tailor to collaborate with, and I can make you a set of wolf-head cloak.”

“With that thing, your movement speed can probably increase by about thirty percent. Combined with your own Breathing Technique, footwork, and such abilities, your speed will be out of this world, killing enemies like slaughtering chickens.”

“Second Tier?” Agren shook his head.

“I have at least twenty-some wolf head souvenirs piled in my tent, all Second Tier. Wearing that would be too cheap.”

“Wait two months. I’ll get a Third Tier wolf head for you.”

“Oh right, I won’t go looking for Soft Silver Iron ingots myself. Don’t waste my energy on such miscellaneous tasks. I’ll trade you all the Second Tier wolf heads in my tent, help me dispose of them. You don’t need to give me the extra money;
just remember to help me forge the cloak properly.”

“Deal. Agren, you’re still so generous, haha.”

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