94: Chapter 94 Werewolf 94: Chapter 94 Werewolf The challenge level of the cave troll is not low, normally higher than that of the Dead Stinger Spider, but it’s severely injured right now.

The most obvious injury is that it only has one arm left, in addition to countless other wounds large and small, its intestines are nearly spilling out of its stomach…

Of course, these injuries look serious, but for the cave troll, trolls generally possess strong regeneration ability.

It could fully recover in less than an hour, a complete recovery, not just scabbing over.

However, regrowing an arm might require a long rest.

If the cave troll had a bit of rest time, Leon and Evil Wolf, who remained in human form, would definitely have some trouble handling it, but they surely wouldn’t give the cave troll a chance…

Not that they wouldn’t give it a chance, but because the cave troll immediately lunged at them upon sighting them, desperately needing food to fill its stomach.

After several battles, Leon and Evil Wolf developed some teamwork.

Under a coordinated pincer attack, Leon didn’t even need to use Samadhi True Fire.

The already severely injured cave troll unwillingly fell.

Leon witnessed the trolls’ ability to still move despite limb loss, which was an eye-opener for him.

Immediately after, he decisively ramped up his efforts, stepping on the dismembered limbs of the cave troll to completely immobilize it.

Evil Wolf caught his breath and immediately pulled out a curved knife to cut open the cave troll’s chest, revealing its ugly heart, and said, “I heard that eating the heart of an Ice Troll can grant regeneration ability; the troll’s heart should be similar, right?”

“You could try it.” Leon said with interest.

“I can’t, it’s too disgusting,” replied Evil Wolf, extracting the heart of the cave troll, “but selling this to an Alchemist should fetch a good amount of money…

Do you want it?”

“I don’t want it.” Leon decisively shook his head, finding the cave troll’s heart too repulsive.

The meat was the same.

He had eaten many monsters — Owlbear, Ankheg, giant scorpion, giant striped lizard…

but he couldn’t accept giant troll meat.

Evil Wolf hesitated for a moment but decided money was more important.

He put the cave troll’s heart into the Dimension Bag, stating, “If you don’t want it, I do.”

“As long as you’re happy,” Leon stood up, “let’s move on.”

“You still plan to move forward?” Evil Wolf cautioned, “The Dead Stinger Spider and the cave troll both moved away from their original habitats…

The wounds on the cave troll suggest that a new monster has appeared deeper in the cave.

I don’t know what kind of monster it is, but it’s definitely dangerous.”

“I’m not afraid,” Leon said fearlessly, not believing that any creature residing in the cave leading to the Dark Territory could possibly harm him, “Are you scared?”

“I’m not scared, but recklessness isn’t bravery,” Evil Wolf was very cautious, “What if it’s a Beholder?”

Beholders are terrifying monsters.

If it were a Beholder, with its high intelligence using tactics, it would undoubtedly be a cunning fighter, and its eye rays are extremely powerful.

Even if Leon returned to his Dragon Form, he would need to be cautious.

It’s better not to provoke it without necessity, as there is still a possibility of defeat.

Leon glanced at the cave troll’s corpse, analyzing calmly, “These original wounds don’t seem to be inflicted by a Beholder…

Plus, if it was a Beholder, which is so strong, the cave troll couldn’t have escaped.

Since the cave troll managed to escape, it implies the monster is stronger than the cave troll, but not by much.”

“If you can’t take me to the Dark Territory, you must return my ten gold coins,” Leon stated.

“Let’s go,” Evil Wolf stood up unhesitatingly, ready to traverse the cave and reach the Dark Territory.

There was no turning back now.

They could not falter.

After walking for less than ten minutes, the two saw the creature that had injured the cave troll and driven it away.

A Behir hid in a dark corner.

If they had not anticipated and been very cautious, they would not have spotted it.

“Behir,” Evil Wolf whispered softly, “The Dead Stinger Spider is not in its habitat, it must be due to this creature.”

“We definitely need to avoid it,” even though Evil Wolf felt a bit cowardly.

The Behir’s appearance was a mix between a centipede and a crocodile, with scales transitioning from aqua blue to deep blue, gradually fading to light blue towards its belly.

In the current setting, Behir and Roc are weapons created by giants to engage in an almost endless war with the Dragon Clan.

To this day, Behir still retains an innate hatred for the Dragon Clan, never nesting in areas inhabited by dragons.

If a dragon attempts to nest near its den, it will either drive the dragon away by killing or expelling it, or, incapable of confrontation, it will travel far to find a new nesting site.

Behir dislikes dragons, and most dragons probably dislike Behir as well.

Leon instinctively hated Behir and said, “Avoiding is no problem, but I want to tell you — both the cave troll and Behir are wounded, and then I don’t like Behir.

Today I can help you here.”

“It doesn’t matter to me; you still want to continue your guide business, right?” Leon guided persuasively, “With Behir nesting here, your business will probably falter, won’t it?”

Evil Wolf was straightforward.

“You convinced me,” Evil Wolf suddenly tossed aside his Heavy Crossbow, “but to deal with it, I must use all my strength.”

“Um…

have you not been using your full strength all along?” Leon was stunned for a moment but then understood.

Common sense told him that Evil Wolf, who frequented the Dark Territory, had to have some significant capabilities.

It was impossible that he was only at the level where he struggled against a Dead Stinger Spider.

“Why do you think everyone calls me Evil Wolf?” Evil Wolf looked at Leon.

You really like to play the guessing game, huh?

Thinking this, Leon replied, “You’re actually a Werewolf.”

“You actually guessed it.” Evil Wolf was surprised.

“It’s quite easy to guess, based on your name,” Leon said helplessly.

“Yes, I am a Werewolf.” Evil Wolf no longer hid his true nature.

In their beast form, Werewolves possess unmatched savagery and strength, with bone-crushing bites and sharp claws capable of tearing apart the innards of beasts several times their own size.

The challenge level of an ordinary Werewolf is already 3; if they are professionals with class levels and then transform into a Werewolf, the level could be even higher.

“I don’t like turning into a Werewolf,” Evil Wolf sighed.

“After transforming, I cannot control my instinctual urge to kill…

It’s because of this reason that I left my homeland for Crossroads City and took up the business of guiding alone.”

Leon nodded.

He knew how much a body could influence one’s thoughts and was aware that many Werewolves who had transformed fled from civilized lands.

Those resisting the curse feared suddenly becoming violent and harming their loved ones, while those who embraced the curse feared the repercussions of their murderous acts being discovered.

“What I mean is…

when the battle is almost over, don’t concern yourself with me and immediately head through the cave to the Dark Territory.

Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself from attacking you,” Evil Wolf said.

“After you return from the Dark Territory, meet me at the Red Berry Tavern.

If the Behir has any spoils, I’ll share half with you.”

Leon had not expected to encounter such a principled Werewolf in Crossroads City…

This was introduced by Betty, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so fortunate.

“No problem,” Leon said.

“Go ahead.”

Evil Wolf then raised his head and howled, his muscles involuntarily trembling, bones making slight noises, ears sharpening, face elongating, dense fur growing rapidly, and his arms and legs elongating with sharp claws sprouting…

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a Werewolf covered in thick fur and developed muscles.

The hungry and ravenous head of Evil Wolf glanced at Leon, then his limbs hit the ground as he pounced towards the Behir, zigzagging and jumping to dodge the Behir’s Lightning Breath.

Finally, he leapt high and landed on the Behir, tearing open the scales on its body with a claw attack.

The Behir couldn’t continuously spray lightning.

Besides this, it had many legs suited for climbing but not walking, and was better at biting and constricting like a snake.

Unfortunately, such constricting methods were useless against the agile Werewolf.

Leon had reason to believe that even if he did not intervene, Evil Wolf alone could handle the Behir.

The only issue was that the Behir could withstand numerous defeats with its tough skin and coarse flesh, but he had to avoid making mistakes.

Leon finally made his move.

His sword was no weaker than Evil Wolf’s claw attack; as long as he avoided the hard scales on the Behir’s body and targeted its vulnerable underbelly, one strike could leave a long gash on the Behir.

While he was not very agile and not good at dodging, luckily, he was resistant.

Being slapped against a wall by the Behir’s tail did no harm.

The biting and constricting of the Behir were undoubtedly powerful.

Leon could only try to dodge, and if that wasn’t possible, he would activate the immobilization spell and Gathering Form and Scattering Energy.

This particular Behir wasn’t very large, probably not even fully grown – just at its juvenile phase and not at the peak of its strength.

It had already been wounded in a battle with a cave troll and gradually fell under the onslaught from Leon and Evil Wolf.

Until the Behir lay on the ground, barely breathing more out than in, Leon finally remembered Evil Wolf’s warning before the battle and found a chance to break away from the fight.

Otherwise, after killing the Behir, a frenzied Evil Wolf turning on him would be problematic.

Leon moved deeper into the cave and soon walked out, entering the Dark Territory.

Intersecting caves and underground rivers, tiny glowing minerals and plants, and stalactites overhead…

The Dark Territory presented a world vastly different from the surface.

Leon traced his fingers through the air, pulling a map from the spatial fracture to check it, and then headed towards the location with refined gold when suddenly he heard a howl.

Turning his head, he saw that Evil Wolf had followed him…

all the way there.

Kill, kill, kill!

Covered in blood, the four-limbed Evil Wolf was in full sprint, uncontrollable, with a mind filled with the desire to kill, intent on tearing apart a certain individual who had taken over upon entering the cave and continuously caused him embarrassment.