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Chapter 11 - Killing the Wolf King!

At this moment, Zhang Minghai couldn't help but admit that he had encountered danger after danger. It must have been the result of him not having gone out to check up on the Chronicles.

The next time you go out, you must check the calendar ahead of time.

Zhang Minghai's ears were very sharp, and his nose was also very good. A thousand miles long nose; Wind Catching Ear was no exaggeration to say that he had a good nose.

When Zhang Minghai stopped to rest, he smelled a familiar smell, a smell that was special to wild beasts!

Zhang Minghai's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned around to take a glance. This look was nothing serious, but his heart immediately shrunk into a ball — — the wolves that he had forced back were actually right behind him!

Zhang Minghai clenched his fists tightly. He knew clearly in his heart that in the world of wolves, Zhang Minghai and the wolf pack could only live one life.

Zhang Minghai quickened his pace as he ran through the woods like an agile cheetah.

"Awoo!" A clear wolf howl came from behind. Zhang Minghai couldn't help but feel his heart tighten as he subconsciously stopped moving.

"Awoo!" Another wolf howl resounded through the forest, and it seemed to be getting closer.

Zhang Minghai tightly grasped the dagger in his hand as he listened to the sounds coming from all directions. Suddenly, a shadow flashed behind Zhang Minghai, and with a biting cold killing intent, it attacked the back of Zhang Minghai's neck!

Zhang Minghai pulled out the dagger, without even turning his head around, his body fiercely lowered, and immediately followed by a backhand stab that deeply pierced the neck artery of the wild wolf behind him. Instantly, fresh blood sprayed out from the wound, and the wild wolf in Zhang Minghai's hand violently struggled a few times, before it finally stopped moving.

Zhang Minghai wasn't the least bit courteous. He threw away the dying wolf in his hand, and got into a fighting stance as he looked at the surrounding wolves.

One, two, three, four, five, six!

Six adult tall and mighty wild wolves!

Zhang Minghai looked at the Wolf King in front of him with a murderous look on his face. It seemed like this beast wanted his life!

What a vengeful wild wolf!

Since you came here to die, don't blame your soldier grandfather for being merciless!

Zhang Minghai held the dagger tightly in his hand, vigilantly staring at the six wild wolves that surrounded him.

Just then, the two wolves behind suddenly attacked, they jumped up with their mouths wide open, aimed straight at their necks and pounced forward, Zhang Minghai forcefully lifted his leg and kicked, hitting one of the wolves right in the stomach, with a miserable howl, the wolf was kicked three or four meters away by Zhang Minghai, its body heavily fell onto the ground, and then it stopped moving.

The strength of Zhang Minghai's kick just now was definitely comparable to that of a tiger, let alone a wolf. Furthermore, it was the weakest and softest part of a wolf's abdomen!

Just as Zhang Minghai kicked one of the wolves to death, a dagger fiercely slashed across the neck of the other wolf, causing blood to spurt out and spray out a stream of bloody mist. The blood then fell onto the ground, being absorbed by the rotten leaves, leaving behind a blood-red mark.

In less than two seconds, Zhang Minghai had already taken care of two wild wolves. The remaining four wolves continuously let out threatening growls. However, they only grimaced in pain and glared at Zhang Minghai. Not a single one of them dared to move forward.

"Awoo!" Right at this moment, the Wolf King suddenly let out a long howl towards the sky. Its voice was shrill and hoarse, as if it was the final battle. It called for the wolves to attack!

Zhang Minghai's sharp eyes were filled with killing intent. Before the remaining three wolves could take action, he leaped up and stabbed the dagger in his hand deep into the Wolf King's eyes.

"Aooo …" The Wolf King's eyes were pierced by Zhang Minghai's knife and it let out a miserable shriek. However, the Wolf King was still the Wolf King, and Zhang Minghai's dagger was in its eyes. Its two sharp front claws fiercely clawed towards Zhang Minghai's chest.

If he was caught by the Wolf King, Zhang Minghai's body would be torn in half!

Zhang Minghai quickly pulled out the dagger. He then forcefully slashed across the Wolf King's chest, cutting off its two front claws!

In Zhang Minghai's hand was a military knife. It could even break rocks, let alone wild wolves' claws!

"Awoooo …" The Wolf King let out a blood-curdling screech as its body fell to the ground. It painfully rolled around on the ground. Its originally smooth and smooth fur was now covered in blood.

Zhang Minghai looked back at the remaining three wild wolves with a murderous look on his face.

All the wolves started to retreat as they began to growl in anger. Zhang Minghai's eyes were fierce and sharp as he gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

"Awoo!" The pack of wolves were ownerless. The remaining wolves quickly turned around and left this place, escaping Zhang Minghai's line of sight.

Zhang Minghai turned around to look at the Wolf King that was rolling on the ground in pain. He put away his dagger, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and coldly said, "If I provoke your grandpa soldier, you will die. It's not wrong for you to die."

After chasing away the pack of wolves, Zhang Minghai's marching speed had increased by a lot. It wasn't that Zhang Minghai didn't encounter any trouble, but he had passed through two big obstacles in the forest. Zhang Minghai was filled with killing intent.

After travelling for four days straight, Zhang Minghai was finally 30 kilometers away from his destination. If nothing went wrong, he would reach his destination by noon tomorrow!

After four days of not sleeping at all, Zhang Minghai had obviously lost a lot of physical strength. However, there was one more thing in his eyes — killing intent!

It was a murderous spirit that killed gods and ghosts!

Although the wild beasts in the forest were fierce, but they were also ferocious insects. They were insects that ingested human blood.

A few shocking blood scabs could be seen on Zhang Minghai's skin that was exposed to the air. By now, he had already begun to be infected.

Zhang Minghai had no choice but to stop and continue walking. He had to deal with the wounds on his body as soon as possible. The air was thickened by the fermenting of the rotten leaves, while the leaves that covered the sky made the forest less able to circulate air.

Zhang Minghai used a small amount of clean water to clean the wound. He then collected some anti-inflammatory herbs. After he crushed them with a stone, he carefully applied it to the wound.

"Hiss …" Zhang Minghai sucked in a breath of cold air as he suddenly felt a refreshing feeling coming from his wound. He no longer felt itchy like before.

Zhang Minghai comfortably found a thick and sturdy tree to use as a bed. After eating all the rations he had on him, he climbed up the tree and prepared to sleep.

Right at this moment, Zhang Minghai heard the sound of movement around him. Judging from the sound, it seemed like this person could not move easily.

Zhang Minghai immediately crawled up, and when he saw the miserable looking Zhao Hai appear under the tree, he immediately laughed out loud and called out Zhao Hai's name, his tone filled with unconcealable excitement.

A person who had never experienced life and death situations would definitely not be able to understand Zhang Minghai's current mood. In such a desolate place, he could only see a comrade. Zhang Minghai was very happy in his heart.

"Zhao Hai, what's wrong?!" When he saw Zhao Hai's leg clearly, Zhang Minghai could not help but exclaim in shock, his face instantly becoming pale white.

"You're f * * king giving up your life!" Zhang Minghai's eyes were wide open.

Zhao Hai's right leg had already started festering, the skin and flesh started to turn outwards, to the point where his bones were exposed. Zhang Minghai did not know how long Zhao Hai had walked this leg for, but just thinking about it, Zhang Minghai felt like he was going to explode from anger. This stubborn ass! He was using his leg to play a game. So what if he had reached the end? One leg in exchange for a victory in the race, he will eventually be removed from the Falcon.

How could a falcon want a lame warrior!

F * ck!

Zhang Minghai resisted the urge to curse, and without saying a word, helped Zhao Hai sit under the tree, and then used all his water to clean Zhao Hai's wound, and then used the rest of the herbs on Zhao Hai's wound.

It was just that, the herbs that Zhang Minghai had found could only help him suppress the flames, looking at Zhao Hai's wound, Zhang Minghai was afraid that Zhao Hai would break his leg tendons, at that time, even the genius doctor would not be able to save his leg!

"You, what can I say about you?" Zhang Minghai's mouth was full of reproach and anger, but it finally turned into a powerless sigh.

And because Zhang Minghai knew the reason why Zhao Hai did so, Zhang Minghai became even angrier, because if it was him, Zhang Minghai did not know if he would make the same choice as Zhao Hai.

When Zhao Hai found out about his identity, he felt that this matter of relationship was completely cut off from him. Now that he saw it …

Zhang Minghai raised his head and glared at Zhao Hai, "You keep tormenting yourself, even if it costs you your life, you won't take the place of a martyr! How did you get that leg? "

"I ran into a blind man last night. He injured his foot in the fight..." From Zhao Hai's description, Zhang Minghai could roughly guess what had happened. Just by looking at the wound, he was able to tell that it was caused by a wild beast's bite, and it was originally not that serious. However, after walking for an entire day, the speed at which it festered was sufficient to infect his entire leg.

"Alright, go to sleep. We still have to hurry on our journey tomorrow morning." Zhao Hai turned his body, and only left Zhang Minghai with his back.

Zhang Ming Hai clenched his teeth, although he did not spend much time with Zhao Hai, he knew that Zhao Hai was stubborn, and once he made up his mind, he would never be able to get back at him.

"What happened to me?" When the sky was just starting to brighten, Zhao Hai sat up straight and shook his head, trying to get up.

"You're still having a fever, your wound has already become infected, if you keep walking, your leg will really be crippled!" Zhang Minghai stood at the side with an expressionless face. His tone was surprisingly calm.

Zhao Hai acted as if he did not hear, stood up shakily and continued to walk forward with a limp.