Chapter 193: Slaying · Sealing

The Wolf Pack that had finished eating gradually scattered.

Aside from the messy snow and bloodstains on the ground, the Dense Forest returned to normal once again—and at this moment, a figure appeared at the edge of the field, carefully moving toward the center, and then, as if discovering something, the whole person rapidly retreated.

“Don’t think about running!”

Goth Grand Knight Chak shouted loudly and rushed out from his hiding place.

Another Goth Grand Knight, Wudel, followed closely behind.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two flying daggers shot out of thin air, but they were easily knocked away by Goth Grand Knight Chak’s heavy sword; not only did they fail to widen the distance between the two sides, but instead, the distance was shortened by a bit.

“I will gut you!”

Chak roared like this.

Although Wudel at the side did not say anything, the expression on his face was even more ferocious than Chak’s, and at the same time, his gaze kept sweeping around, wanting to find other hidden people.

Or rather… forcing the fellow in front of them to lead them into the opponent’s temporary stronghold.

Then…

Thinking of the various ambushes encountered along the way and the casualties of his subordinates, Wudel, who was already incomparably angry, had a ferocious face that even became twisted.

The two sides chased and fled all the way, and soon left this Dense Forest, entering another Dense Forest—in the Snowplains Dense Forest, what was most lacking was the snow that never melted all year round, as well as the endless trees.

“Want to sacrifice yourself? Not that easy.”

Sweeping his gaze over the traces where no one had appeared in front, and seeing that the fellow in front started to slow down, Wudel could not help but snort coldly.

“Take my sword!”

Chak shouted even louder, jumping up and chopping down with his sword.

Bang!

Snow splashed everywhere, and under the longsword, the snow was cleared away, revealing the solid frozen ground.

And the person being chased had already rolled in a series and dodged behind another tree.

“Heh!”

Chak and Wudel, who had caught up, sneered at the same time, splitting to the left and right, and rushing toward that big tree—they could not wait to catch this fellow and interrogate him properly.

Even if he was a Dead Soldier, if he didn’t die in the first moment, it was still possible to ask something, let alone some thieves.

With such thoughts, the two Goth Grand Knights involuntarily sped up, especially Chak, who seemed to be charging, reckless and disregardful.

Then, his vision went black!

A huge Greatsword appeared before his eyes; the blade was longer than his body and as wide as two palms, and just one glance at it brought a strong sense of oppression, causing Chak to pause for a moment. By the time he reacted, the Greatsword was already before his eyes, impossible to dodge.

“Ha!”

With a loud shout, Chak raised his heavy sword in front of his chest, wanting to rely on the metal defense to block this sword; however…

Clang!

Amidst a crisp sound, that commendable heavy sword seemed as if it were made of paper, being split in two.

Along with it being split in two was the body of this Grand Knight.

Starting from the chest, the cut was even, and his internal organs spilled all over the ground; his tenacious Health kept him from dying in the first moment, and he let out a series of wails.

However, he immediately disappeared in a gust of strong wind.

After cutting off the head of the opponent before him with the Dragon Head Greatsword, Dean did not look back, swinging the entire Greatsword onto his back.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal striking rang out—

Wudel, who had come around from the other side of the big tree, still launched an attack in the face of Chak’s death, a standard Goth Longsword silently approaching Dean.

However, Dean, who was well-versed in stealth skills, had discovered the opponent even earlier.

Wudel, whose strike missed, did not retreat; instead, he seized the disadvantage of Dean having his back to him and launched a series of attacks.

Ding, ding!

The Longsword carried two separate attacks toward Dean’s exposed back, but they were all blocked by Dean slightly moving the Dragon Head Greatsword.

Wudel’s eyes narrowed, and the next moment, the Longsword in his hand stabbed straight at the arm Dean used to hold the sword.

Clearly, this Grand Knight realized that with the width of the Dragon Head Greatsword’s blade, his attacks were undoubtedly futile; from the moment he raised his hand to thrust the Longsword, the opponent only needed to slightly move that Greatsword to block his attack, which was truly shameless.

However, similarly, the weakness was also quite obvious—

The opponent’s wrist!

Unlike the back, which was blocked by the wide blade, the wrist holding the hilt, along with a part of the forearm, was ‘exposed,’ and even because of the need to hold the hilt, dodging was very difficult.

For him, it was even more like a target.

“This sword will sever your arm!”

Wudel thought in his heart.

But just as the Longsword in his hand was thrust out, a low roar appeared; it was a roar that made him incomparably palpitated, even terrified, as if the enemy before him had turned into a Fierce Beast from legends, and what made Wudel feel even more inexplicably shocked was the flame!

At some point, a huge flame appeared on that Greatsword, and then, it directly burst apart.

And this was the last scene Wudel saw.

The flame burned intensely, melting all the surrounding snow into water vapor, and the frozen ground even appeared charred; however, the range was only a 5×5 (yard) area, while the rest of the place remained the same as before, without the slightest change—

“The Dragon Breath flame emitted by the Dragon Roar stimulated by the Dragon Head Greatsword is indeed several times stronger than the Dragon Flame Breath of the current Dragon Swordsmanship!”

Dean swept his gaze over the completely carbonized Corpse on the ground, as well as the charred ground, and could not help but sigh in his heart.

In fact, the previous battle was truly full of surprises for Dean.

After he activated the Talent Power Burst, being able to use the Dragon Head Greatsword for combat was simply unexpectedly easy for Dean.

With a swing of the sword, opponents whose strength was on par with his, or even exceeded his by quite a bit, were split in two.

Opponents who were extremely fast and far beyond his comparison were instantly swallowed by the Flame.

Even though he had a plan beforehand and was a bit mentally prepared, Dean was still shocked by the effect brought by the weapon in his hand—

“This has long exceeded the category of Magic Weapons!”

Dean thought with such certainty for the first time.

However, the sense of weakness rising in his body immediately made Dean think of the note regarding the Dragon Head Greatsword: If you want to pick up this Greatsword and use it freely, you need at least 5 Strength, and you also need a trace of Giant Dragon Bloodline—this is the minimum standard, although, when using it, you will still consume your Stamina significantly.

“What an exaggerated consumption!”

Feeling the consumption as if he had run nearly three hundred laps around the Knight Order station during morning training, a sense of shock rose in Dean’s heart.

“Sure enough, I am still far from being able to use it as a conventional weapon… and changing its appearance also requires some thought…”

Dean thought silently, then picked up the Dragon Head Greatsword again, carefully examining every detail of the Dragon Head Greatsword.

At this moment, in Dean’s heart, he had already thought of a method that could not be called clever, but was enough to serve as a cover.

Of course, this required the help of Marquis Vauban.

After all, he himself could not find such a blacksmith.

“Awooo, awoooo…”

After checking the Battlefield once and confirming there were no omissions, Dean howled like a wolf, and immediately, the male and female Beta Wolves and several Guard Wolves appeared, driving two Warhorses.

These Warhorses were all horses of the Goths, which had been driven away by Dean before and then surrounded by the Wolf Pack.

Except for the two before his eyes, the rest naturally became food for the Wolf Pack.

Tying the Dragon Head Greatsword to one Warhorse, Dean flipped onto the other Warhorse, and then, slapping the horse, he moved toward the Conqueror King’s mausoleum.

Fendel had already sent out a second wave of men.

The disappearance of this group of men would surely make the opponent alert, and at the same time, the next attack would definitely far exceed the current Strength; perhaps they would even send out Silver, or even Gold.

And this was definitely not something the current Dean could handle.

Therefore, Dean could only use the clumsiest method to establish a little advantage for himself, or rather… buy a little time!

Running wildly all the way, several hours later, Dean arrived in front of the Conqueror King’s mausoleum—

“Ha!”

Raising the Dragon Head Greatsword, with a loud shout, Dean chopped straight down at the rock before him.

Clang!

Just like when facing the Goth Grand Knight’s heavy sword before, this rock that required two people to embrace was cut in two with one sword, and with the breaking of this rock acting as a pillar.

Rumble, rumble…

The earth trembled continuously, like an earthquake, and when this movement stopped, the entrance to the Conqueror King’s tomb had been completely sealed.

“Even if Silver or Gold is sent, opening this completely will take quite some time… the time during this period is enough for me to respond!”

Looking at the blocked entrance, Dean let out a slight sigh of relief.

Then, after resting for only a moment, Dean returned along the original path, while the Wolf Pack naturally stayed nearby to continue Guarding the Conqueror King’s mausoleum.

On the way, Dean once again placed the Dragon Head Greatsword back in the previous hiding place—of course, the Demon Blood Dagger was not here, because of the special aura on it, Dean had hidden it in another, more hidden and safe place.

Not putting eggs in one basket had long become an instinct for Dean.

Moreover, the aftereffects of using the Demon Blood Dagger made Dean not want to use this Dagger, which made him uncertain, for the time being.

At least, until finding more information and intelligence, Dean would not use it.

Of course, Dean already had a target for where to find more information and intelligence.

After all, that Thief leader of the Tier Territory who had spent half his life for the Demon Blood Dagger was still imprisoned in Baron Tier’s dungeon.

He only needed to plan a bit; finding useful clues from the other party’s mouth was not a difficult task for Dean.