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Chapter 45 Monsters from Other Territories

[Emergency mission: The wolf is smuggling/Completed]

[The favorability of the forest has increased]

"How did this werewolf appear in the Broken Steel Mountains?" Blaze crossed his arms and frowned.

Werewolves are not monsters that appear in Fast's territory.

It is said that they are a tribe that worships the moon and prays for its forgiveness, so they live in plains or mountains that can be completely shrouded in moonlight. Some werewolves even live in snowfields where it is almost always night.

The Fast Territory has too many places shaded by trees for werewolves. Although it is suitable for hunting, it is not comfortable to live in.

According to Chicken, werewolves are not welcome in the forest because the dirty blood in werewolves is similar to the blood of evil gods and has a corrosive effect. It's just that the evil god's blood will make the corroded person become powerful, short-lived and bloodthirsty, while the filthy blood will only make the corroded person unclean and rejected.

In the bard's story, most werewolves live on the west side of the continent, on the other side of the Ganges River. It is impossible to get there unless...

Blaze looked at his feet, to be precise, the tunnel dug by the dwarves under the rock.

The werewolf found a passage from the underground through the Ganges River and came here.

It would be okay if it was just an accidental one, but if this was a large-scale werewolf migration, then the Fast Territory would probably usher in a terrifying species invasion. Monsters like werewolves with almost no dead ends would have a huge impact on the ecology of the Fast Territory. Carry out overwhelming destruction.

The most important thing is that they may encounter dangerous monsters like werewolves in the mine tunnels they will walk through in three days. His current level is not enough to face a werewolf or a group of werewolves in a narrow tunnel.

"Chicken, tell Herbie this quickly."

The chicken didn't waste any time and immediately flapped its wings and disappeared from sight.

Blaze was pacing in place a little anxiously. In fact, he was vaguely worried about other things.

That's why the werewolves didn't hesitate to go through the tunnel to the Broken Steel Mountains.

The reason why werewolves will only survive in places that can be shrouded in moonlight for a long time is that they are all people who believe in moonlight, and the second is that they are parasitic moonlight bugs.

If moonlight bugs are not exposed to moonlight for more than a period of time, they will weaken and die.

The death of a bug is not peaceful at all. The bug has no emotion of pain, but will bite the host crazily under the action of reflex nerves, forcing the host to chase the moonlight. A werewolf, a species whose whole body is parasitic, once bitten, is like going up a mountain of knives and going down a sea of fire.

How could he endure this level of pain and travel through the tunnels.

Are you running away from something far more terrifying than the bite of moonlight bugs...?

Soon the rooster came whistling and she brought bad news and worse news.

The bad news is that they don't have three days to wait and they have to leave tomorrow.

Even worse news is that the silver werewolf is a monster from Audrey's territory - Arcadia.

Something terrible must have happened to that territory called Arcadia.

…

Resurrected again.

Dead again.

The God of Death and the little girl looked at each other from a distance.

At this distance, the sickle in Death's hand could easily chop off the little girl's head. But the God of Death can only harvest the little girl's life, but cannot extinguish the little girl's soul.

As long as the flame of the soul does not go out, the little girl can be resurrected again and again.

The God of Death also felt bored. He casually cut off the giant python that was trying to attack. The resistance before death made the flames in the God of Death's eyes fluctuate a little more. But it quickly disappeared because the opponent was too weak.

He had no interest in bullying the weak, but work was work, and he never mixed personal emotions with his work.

But this time the work took too long and he was too bored.

He was supposed to be on the other side of the continent, fighting the monsters in the darkness in the Arcadia territory, but now he was mechanically wielding a scythe.

"It's time for you to give up. Let alone walking to the Epidaurus Theater, you can't even get out of the Amazon jungle."

The resurrected little girl walked silently on the muddy ground, enduring the bites of poisonous insects stubbornly and silently. Even if there is no death to harvest her life, she will be killed by this environment at any time.

"Even if there is a wide road in front of you and you run tirelessly, you will never reach your destination."

The little girl stopped and laughed fearlessly in the face of this god of death who was countless times more powerful than her and even had different dimensions.

"It's just a dead person, don't let a living person give up."

"Am I a dead person in your eyes?" The God of Death lifted his hood, revealing a horrifying skeleton with only two flames dancing in his eye sockets.

The little girl snorted in disgust, and then sang a song, which was childish but full of courage. She stepped over the tree roots with difficulty, her petite body like a firefly in the fierce jungle.

That faint light will go out at any time.

Death raised the sickle again, and a crow suddenly flew over and landed on his shoulder. Death stopped and raised his skeletal fingers to touch the raven. The crow suddenly exploded with a pop and transformed into a skeletal bird, its feathers flying in the air to form a letter.

This is an undead crow with letters disguised as feathers and decorated on its body.

They were urging him to finish his other job quickly and let this little girl who had died countless times say the word "give up".

He is not good at dealing with children, and even worse at dealing with stubborn children, but work is work.

"Why do you have to attend the Epidaurus Theater?"

Perhaps it was the first time that the God of Death mentioned the topic she wanted to answer, and the little girl stopped.

"I want wealth and status."

"...Huh?" Even the God of Death had a surprised expression on his skeleton.

"And cute skirts, beautiful shoes, luxurious houses, beautiful gardens, handsome private butlers, delicious snacks, happy afternoon tea time, and many boys..."

"SKIP!"

The corners of the God of Death's eyes twitched, although he had no flesh on his face. Even if he was not interested, he knew that those who could attend the Epidaurus Theater were all outstanding artists, who devoted themselves to singing, like elegant swans, and the target in front of him was simply a barking, greedy and insatiable little dog.

"So that's it, you are willing to meet my wishes." The little girl walked back to the God of Death with an expressionless face. This was the first time she was so honest.

Just like a rebellious puppy returning to the food bowl.

"If all these wishes of mine come true, I might give up acting."

"What!?"

One SKIP sold me out! ?

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