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Chapter 115: Wasteland Wild Dog
Flying Wolf glanced at the terrifying corpses of the Militia, but they had not surrendered before their deaths, which pleased him greatly.
"Strange, it seems like there are fewer people," Flying Wolf muttered.
Suddenly, he stood upright, eyes fixed ahead, and asked, "Where are the others?" It was unclear who he was asking. "If the others are dead too, there should be bodies left behind!"
Just as someone was about to respond, a mournful horn sounded from the south.
Flying Wolf immediately drew his sword and pointed towards the direction of the horn. "Quickly go save them, but be cautious; there may still be Green Demon Eagles around!"
The Militia began to move toward the sound of the horn, each member and horse appearing anxious. The horn sounded three times before falling silent, which did not bode well.
After walking for a while, they came across another corpse of an Azure Blaze Lizard. Its body was torn open on one side by sharp claws, and its spine was broken in two like a snapped tree branch.
Not far away, a Militia corpse lay crushed beneath a large tree. His leg bones jutted out grotesquely, and the horrific expression on his face sent chills down even the bravest members of the Militia.
"Steady!" Flying Wolf commanded. "Maintain formation!"
The horn sounded again in the distance, this time weaker but closer.
Flying Wolf's group hurried toward the source of the sound, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.
As they moved forward, one of the Militia suddenly exclaimed, "Another body!" pointing ahead.
Indeed, there was a corpse—a terrifying Green Demon Eagle lay dead on the ground, its body split in two, with the left side far from the right, as if it had been searching for an opponent in its final moments.
The eagle's beak was crushed, and the torn right half of its body lay atop a deceased Militia member.
Nearby, they discovered seven or eight more bodies of trained Militia, their remains scattered across the ground like chewed chicken bones. An old tree stood beside these corpses.
One Militia member leaned against the tree, his left arm severed and wrapped in a bandage that had been carelessly applied. He appeared to be on the brink of death, his eyes glazed over as if he couldn't see the approaching team. A horn still clutched in his right hand, his body was drenched in blood.
This Militia member was not only injured in his arm but also bore wounds on one side of his face, which was now exposed bone—whether it had been sliced off or gnawed away was unclear. His chest rose and fell slightly, but breathing seemed extremely difficult.
The slight movement of his chest caught the attention of Flying Wolf, who immediately shouted, "There's someone alive over there!"
Hearing the shout, the surviving Militia member slowly lifted his remaining eye to look at Flying Wolf.
He opened his mouth but could not produce any sound.
Flying Wolf gestured to Healer, "Go check his wounds!"
Healer promptly replied, "Yes!"
At this moment, several concerned Militia members rushed forward, kicking up a cloud of dust. Flying Wolf raised his voice again, "Don't crowd so close! Stand back! Do you want to suffocate him with dust?"
The Militia members retreated several paces while Healer examined the injured man. Meanwhile, Flying Wolf cautiously scanned the surroundings, hoping there were no remaining Green Demon Eagles lurking nearby.
After a thorough examination, Healer shook his head at Flying Wolf and said, "If you have any questions, ask quickly."
Flying Wolf understood the meaning of Healer. With such a serious injury, Flying Wolf did not force the healer to do more than necessary. He stepped forward, his expression serious, and asked, “Where is Fugitive?”
The Militia seemed to be experiencing a moment of clarity, finally able to speak. “They escaped... Green Demon Eagle was too much... Perhaps... they were eaten by Green Demon Eagle as well.”
“They were eaten too?” Even though Xia Lian knew about Ji Zichen's abilities, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. However, she had faith in Ji Zichen, believing that he would not become a meal for the Green Demon Eagle.
Flying Wolf expressed disbelief. “How could that be? While the Green Demon Eagle is formidable, there are so many of you…”
The surviving Militia spoke in fragments. “The Green Demon Eagle... came too suddenly... We panicked... and became defenseless.”
With that, the Militia gasped and fell silent, unable to awaken again.
Flying Wolf frowned. “This time we truly fell into the hands of the Green Demon Eagle.”
He signaled for the other Militia nearby to search for any remaining survivors.
After scanning the surroundings, Flying Wolf turned to Xia Lian. “Come with me.”
Xia Lian followed Flying Wolf, staying within sight of the group but exploring the area.
“Another one,” Xia Lian pointed at a dried horse carcass.
The horse was covered in wounds, its body picked clean by scavengers. Besides the presence of the Green Demon Eagle, the stench of decay attracted other animals.
Flying Wolf said, “We can only stay here for half a stick of incense; this place isn’t safe.”
Xia Lian shared the same thought as the Healer, who stood beside him, visibly shaken. "In the village, when has so many people died at once? It's truly terrifying! In all these years, I've never faced so many corpses."
Suddenly, the horses began to whinny restlessly.
Flying Wolf sensed something approaching nearby.
When the other Militia noticed the horses' unease, some stepped aside, while others stumbled and fell over each other. Flying Wolf stood tall, shielding Xia Lian and the Healer behind him.
Out of the nearby woods, five Wasteland Wild Dogs burst forth. The wild dogs moved with remarkable agility, quickly weaving through the crowd to gnaw at a dead horse.
One of the Militia shouted, "It's wild dogs!" Upon realizing they were Wasteland Wild Dogs, the others couldn't help but laugh at their own cowardice.
Flying Wolf regained his composure and scolded himself for being overly jumpy. The wild dogs were lean but had razor-sharp teeth. Unlike ordinary dogs, these Wasteland Wild Dogs had a strong survival instinct; they could work together to tear apart a cow.
No one wanted to provoke these wild dogs if it could be avoided. They understood that as long as the wild dogs had something to eat in their bellies, they wouldn't attack living creatures.
In another situation, Flying Wolf would have kept his distance from these wild dogs. However, the dead Militia were under his command; their deaths here were largely due to his orders. It was already tragic enough that they had perished; Flying Wolf absolutely could not allow them to become food for the wild dogs. He signaled to the Militia to spread out and capture these wild dogs.
They did not attack the wild dogs head-on because they knew it would be futile. Two Militia moved forward to draw the wild dogs' attention while two others stayed back, taking advantage of the distraction to shoot arrows at them. A lone Wasteland Wild Dog stood no chance; since they hunted in packs, it was fortunate that they had enough numbers on their side. The wild dogs were quickly dispatched.
Flying Wolf ordered that the bodies of the fallen Militia be gathered and returned to the village for a proper burial.
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