Chapter 502: Laughable, you're wolf soldiers—what does that make me?

What's even more deadly is that this jaw-dropping scene was merely the beginning, because the magic wolves the mercenaries rode could not hold up either.

The howl of the wolf tribe's strong ones was like a blade that wore down will, making those that had been fierce suddenly whimper like house dogs that smelled an unfamiliar tiger, voiding bowels and bladder as they collapsed limp to the ground.

What was honey for one was poison for another; next came the terrifying waxing and waning, as the wolf soldiers scattered around suddenly seemed possessed by evil spirits, their eyes instantly turning red.

Their expressions were ferocious, saliva dripping, clearly they had entered the beastmen tribe's most famous but low-probability awakened state: berserk.

Finally……

"Pfft!"

Indeed, how could a sound-wave attack possibly cause no damage?

In fact, even the Khan himself, who was over level fifty, was shaken by that wolf howl until he spat a mouthful of blood.

Let alone the other mercenaries, who had already lost their composure and fell hard to the ground along with their mounts.

Thus the Iron-blood Wolf Riders, who had just been radiating murderous aura, instantly turned into a sorry mess.

Wolf Prince A Xibao defeated them with a single move, turning them into a demoralized, routed army.

"Wolf cavalry, how arrogant."

He slowly approached the obviously leader in black armor, pulling out the exaggeratedly shaped serrated long sword on his back.

He sneered.

"But if you're wolf soldiers, then what are we?"

"Cough… Damn, I underestimated them this time! But…"

He coughed up another mouthful of clotted blood, the Khan slammed the ground and retreated three meters, simultaneously turning to resume his combat stance.

"Don't get cocky, this isn't over yet!"

Career promotions tied to quests, an honest in-game mall, the official forces hailed as the backbone of development, the standalone currency system at exchange points……

To some extent, players themselves are a large group of transmigrators who come with cheats, so it's absolutely impossible to judge their strength using Yangyue World's regular rules alone.

Therefore, after they all broke out the fourth-generation Rejuvenation Elixir and began guzzling it, this battle was bound to go into a second round.

Moreover, the sweet aroma of this Rejuvenation Elixir was too tempting, and coincidentally, the opponents they had to face were a pack of werewolves.

Not to mention the wolf soldiers, even A Xibao himself couldn't help but flare his nostrils.

"Damn, what kind of potion is this? Why does it smell so good?"

This really gave the Khan a point to focus on, as he raised his horse-slaying saber and laughed loudly.

"You haven't had it before, have you? This is Rejuvenation Elixir, you country bumpkin!"

The white-furred werewolf, hearing that, didn't get angry but instead curled a finger at him.

"Talk is useless; if you think you can still fight, come attack—after all, I just need to knock you down a second time."

Although they had lost their mounts, who could say what would happen on the battlefield? The Khan had also long anticipated that such a situation would surely arise in the future.

So the players still had proficiency in infantry combat; they didn't use polearms, but wielded handy blades and shields, charging straight at the surrounding wolf soldiers to cut them down.

But A Xibao's preparation time was ultimately too short; although he had taught the wolf soldiers how to assault fortifications and coordinate, it was still somewhat difficult to make these cavalry-accustomed warriors engage in close-quarters combat with others.

Thus, even though the players' average level and numbers were inferior to the wolf soldiers, by relying on equipment better suited to the current version they managed to hold the line for a time.

Even relying on the energizing effect of the Rejuvenation Elixir and freely usable firearms and ammunition, after firing a few rounds they formed a counteroffensive posture in some areas.

As for the showdown between A Xibao and the Khan……

Well, a mere energizing effect still can't enable a level‑fifty person to challenge a level‑seventy expert across ranks.

From speed to strength to technique to adaptability, the Khan, completely overwhelmed, was naturally beaten back step by step, nearly having his blade knocked away.

During this time he also tried firing a cold shot, pulling out a large‑caliber revolver, hoping to give the werewolf he still didn't know the identity of a surprise.

But by now they were in high‑level play, while far away the Fall God Peak had seen a magic dragon descend and the gods face annihilation—what use could a broken little revolver possibly have?

That white‑furred werewolf's speed was even more exaggerated than that of the Fire Cloud Evil God; the Khan finally found a moment to aim and fire, but the werewolf simply tilted its head and dodged.

What's worse is that in Yangyue World agility and vitality go hand in hand; since the opponent is that fast, its defense must be…… the Khan figured even if he landed a close‑range hit, he'd at most pierce a bit of skin.

——So what the hell is this step‑by‑step retreat?

It's just that damned werewolf playing around, treating him like a monkey for amusement!

If that white‑furred beast got serious, it could probably lop off his head with a casual swipe, leaving him no chance to dodge!

Thus the Khan lowered his voice.

"Are you humiliating me?"

The white‑furred werewolf stepped back, finally showing a hint of seriousness.

"How dare you ride wolves onto my stage, swaggering and calling yourselves wolf cavalry? Hah, you should have expected this outcome!"

The Khan's heart shuddered.

"……You know who we are?"

The werewolf raised an eyebrow.

"I not only know you're wolf cavalry, I also know you're mercenaries! I know far more than you imagine!"

"Huh?"

The Khan thought it over, then suddenly recalled that he had once gone to the grasslands to carry out several missions specifically to train cavalry tactics.

Could it be that the news leaked back then?

Even such a tiny loophole could be seized by the opponent—it seems this pack of wolves is more cunning and clever than I imagined……

No, I have to tell the others about this!

"Hahaha, you really believe that?"

As soon as he thought that, he heard the person opposite burst into loud laughter and, raising a hand, chopped off his right arm at the root.

"Ah! (the Khan's miserable cry after losing the King's Power)"

He stomped the Khan's arm lying on the ground into pulp, and A Xibao revealed the truth.

"I already asked before; those sentries are nothing but damn Silla people who hired Pioneers with money."

"And you ride wolves, just now saying 'the employer commands,' so you're not wolf cavalry, not mercenaries—what else could you be?"

"Are you an idiot?"

Khan: "Damn!"

Covering his wound, he was so miserable he could only curse, constantly sucking in cold air.

Even though the game reduces pain, having an arm chopped off like that is still heart-wrenchingly painful.

But he couldn't just let the wound bleed out, so he steeled his courage and took out another bottle of Revival Elixir.

But just as he was about to drink, his vision darkened, then a heavy blow to his abdomen sent him flying backward, and he instinctively let go.

"Is this the so-called Revival Elixir?"

With a mocking smile, Axibao pinched the small vial containing the red liquid between two fingers, held it before his eyes, and gently shook it.

Indeed, after suffering a setback, what the Khan got was not wisdom but another setback.

"Damn!!"

Even the potion was snatched away like taking candy from a child, and the Khan lying on the ground truly wanted to cry but had no tears.

"It's over! This round is definitely lost!"

The good news is, this is a game; even if I lose again, I get another chance.

The bad news is, including the demon wolf beneath him, everything that won't fit in everyone's backpack will be dropped.

And without the demon wolf, this so-called wolf cavalry unit is in name only……

And that bunch of berserk werewolves had obviously seen players' self-destruct ability, so after regaining the upper hand they began to control the distance between themselves and the players.

"Ah no……"

Thus several unlucky bastards panickedly pulled out explosive vests, had just pulled the pin when they suddenly noticed there wasn't a werewolf around, and could only turn into fireworks congratulating the final victor.

Even worse, some didn't even have time to pull the pin before being headshot by a prepared werewolf's arrow, leaving behind polearms too big for the backpack as they departed this world.

So watching the team list fill with '【Reviving】', the Khan, while knowing full well that defeat was certain, felt hatred rise from his heart and evil grow from his courage.

With his organs shaken apart, he struggled to sit up, speaking with fresh blood in his mouth.

"Werewolf! I'm prepared to die on the battlefield—may I know the hero's name?"

Who knew Axibao would put the potion away and blurt out:

"Die on the battlefield? You think I don't know you can revive after death!"

……

"Feigning death? This time I'm not tricking you."

"I can't believe a bunch of otherwise perfectly normal people could be so resolute about death, which even I fear."

The Khan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"You're even smarter than I imagined, White Wolf……"

"Axibao."

The Wolf Prince paused.

"I am the young prince of the Steppe Wolf Clan's royal court, Axibao·Yintie. You can spread this name, for sooner or later the wind of the steppes will blow it to every corner of this world."

"So confident! But… being overconfident won't do!"

The Khan tried, found he really couldn't stand up—damn it—so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground.

"You think beating me means you've won? Can you beat all the Pioneers like you did today?"

He spat another mouthful of blood and continued.

"Listen! Beating me doesn't even count as an opening victory! Because in the Pioneers' circle, I'm nobody!"

Axibao still found it rare to meet a Pioneer willing to chat, glanced at his subordinates massacring the other mercenaries, and said intriguingly.

"Oh? Do tell."

"Haha, you don't get it? Let me make you understand!"

The Khan stretched out his hand, raising his middle finger toward Axibao.

"If this fingernail represents me, then all the Pioneers are this sky!"

Axibao naturally knew what the middle finger meant, but he didn't get angry at a dying man.

Instead he fell into thought, wondering whether this man, who had lost too much blood and was near death, was speaking the truth.

The Khan raised his voice again.

"Really! I have no need to lie to you here, and I can prove it!"

Axibao instinctively focused his gaze, wanting to know how he would prove it—by throwing out a map or…

Huh?

You really threw it?

He didn't expect the other side to actually throw something over, but judging by its size, the flying object was clearly a hidden weapon.

But he had no time to focus; seeing no magical reaction, he simply grabbed his big sword and slashed.

What could it be?

Maybe it's some poison he thinks is deadly.

Ha, but he obviously doesn't know that as the son of the Steppe Wolf King, my awakened talent is……

"Ah!!!"

Axibao covered his nose and let out a scream so horrible it could scare everyone nearby to death.

No way, it's damn stinky!

What the heck was in that bottle? It exploded on contact with the blade!

Seeing that arrogant and playful wolf prince fall for the trick, the Khan finally let out a hearty laugh.

「hahaha d zone……」

Unfortunately, he didn't laugh for long before being overwhelmed by a ferocious stench akin to Noxus's guillotine, making him vomit outright.

Furthermore, because he vomited a huge mouthful of an indescribable solid-liquid mixture that an ordinary body could never expel, his innards churned like the seas shifting and the universe moving, even choking his throat, and he died on the spot from the stench.

But it doesn't matter; I ultimately won this round!

Sitting cross-legged in the chamber pot, the Khan laughed so hard he could barely straighten his back, opened the mercenary chat group, and with great effort managed to type.

【That damn bastard ate one of my alchemical poison gas shells!】

Originally, everyone got killed and lost their gear, which was already unpleasant, but now the whole chat group is laughing hysterically.

Especially the Khan, that mischievous devil, used ironclad willpower to start the game recording, capturing the full sight of Axibao being overwhelmed by the stench, screaming and vomiting.

【Holy shit I can't hold it in!】

【Oh damn, there's this kind of werewolf? I'll forward it right away.】

【This time we won't lose; if we go live while the hype's hot, we'll recoup everything!】

Logically speaking, although it's essentially a byproduct of the life-restoring liquid, and the poison gas shell related to Ji Ming, this supreme deity is indeed extremely overbearing.

But even if it could deal armor-piercing damage that ignores defense, for a level seventy powerhouse the effect shouldn't be that exaggerated.

But considering that during the game's closed beta, Death God and others relied on various toxic mushroom extracts to create terrifying biochemical nukes.

Nowadays, after nearly half a year of booming development in the chemical field by players, being able to come up with something relatively new is not excessive at all.

For example, the 【TF-749 model individual poison gas grenade】 that the Khan just used is large, juicy, freshly obtained from the military; since it's considered a trial use, it was issued in a pair.

But due to the addition of many rare plant extracts and the implementation of the latest sealing technology, even a pair is not cheap, and the Khan gritted his teeth……

What? You ask me why a mercenary leader who roams the frontier of the barbaric plains can get his hands on supplies from the Huaxia military's interior?

This will also be an eternal mystery~