Chapter 5

A figure covered in blood and a 4 feet sword in his hand slashed his sword cutting the approaching enemy in half.

The looked around, to be found surrounded by a pack of dire wolves. The dire wolves had the numbers but they didn't dare to approach their foe.

The figure let out a cold and crazy smile as his slashed yet another wolf in half, the other wolves retreated.

The figure was non other than Azreal after arriving in the dire wolves territory he started to massacre them unceasingly, with the potion in his hand he recovered endlessly but even the potion couldn't recover the stamina and the battle had already drained, Azreal who hadn't even began his proper training of all his stamina, he was at his wits end, barely keeping up.

Sigh!

Looking at the hunters being hunted, he sighed helplessly.

'If it weren't for the potions I had and this sword I would have already been dead ', he knew that if it were no potion he could have been dead.

Looking at the legendary ranked sword his brother had brought him he felt his mind at ease.

One way to increase Battle strength would be by increasing one's rank and mastering their techniques but the another way would be equipping one with high rank weapons.

Azreal slashed yet another wolf in two and got himself injured in the process drinking another potion,' six' he counted in his mind .

There remained three wolves standing on the battlefield, facing their foe they faced fear and didn't dare attack him.

"How...", the fallen wolves howled.

Azreal dashed towards them, they retaliated but it bare no results as they soon met their end by his blade. Azreal looked around and he knew if he didn't run now he would not make it out alive but he had no stamina to run.

In another part of the Shadow Wood Forest, A group of armed men arrived from the magic circle of the Mage Tower which was fixed by the mages, though it took some time.

Upon their arrival their saw one of the most gruesome scene their lied a corpses with nothing but skeleton and some flesh which was torn, their heart shook.

A girl with red hair had her legs numb from fear she couldn't believe what she was seeing, tears overflowed from her eyeball.

The atmosphere silent but the boy besides her was also anxious countless thoughts came to be in his mind. But besides the corpses of the girl there were some corpses of 6-7 feet tall and 10-12 feet wide predators under the shade of the tree.

"This a ritual of dire sled wolf, they live their kin body under a tree after their death but they were so unlucky that they arrived at the cemetery of the dire sled wolfs not to mention two kids with no proper training even a fully fledge 2nd star or 3rd star will find it hard to escape not to run", a voice announced.

"No can't you see how the body was mutilated", another voice interjected and continuing, "It seems it's a young dire sled wolf ...So, young master may still be alive".

The boy looked at the sobbing girl and then looked at the corpses,' This is my fault, I didn't do what I was tasked. Again, I am powerless to do anything', he punched the tree with anger, the tree shook violently.

"Doesn't your Mage Tower have anything that inspects this area?", the boy asked.

"Yeah, we did but ",looking at the angry boy with fright the man with a symbol in the back of his clothing continued," It was destroyed around six months ago".

" We found something", a voiced said saving the mage.

The boy rushed, taking a bottle with some still remaining green content in his hand his anger subsiding, hope bloomed.

"Split into four teams and search every nook and cranny of the forest and report to me if you find anything", the boy ordered.

The group split into four as order, leaving the girl and the boy with some men to protect them.

The girl hadn't recovered she was still in despair.

The mage heart shook, he was the in charge of them but one died and he would be held responsible, ' The punishment of the second daughter of the Morgaine Family wouldn't be much but some years in prison and being stripped to work in the mage tower but ....even Azreal Ein Schwert were to be dead I wouldn't make it out alive no,no,no not even my family would be sparred', the man was scared shitless.

Meanwhile a group of wolves were searching for track in a battlefield where a massacre had taken place not so long ago, in the battlefield lied their fallen comrades, searching for something they found nothing.

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But there was wolf who was larger and made fierce aura than the other like if it were the alpha of the pack, it glance at a corpses for sometime, "HOWll..", after giving their respects to the dead they went on their way.

After a brief period of time, a figure covered in blood came out of the stomach of the corpses of the wolf the alpha wolf was eyeing, the figure looked around for any potential danger. After his search he found it to be same.

The figure was non other than Azreal, he had no stamina to run for his life and found it to be more dangerous so he decided to hid in the stomach of a wolf, escaping his predicament.

The Wolves respect their pack members so they wouldn't do anything to the corpses of their fallen members which made it possible for Azreal to survive.

He didn't have anything to eat and just had six potions remaining, with his level of battle strength he wouldn't make it alive as many 3rd and 4th star have also met their end.

Hence, he decided to live in their until someone came to find him. But all of sudden the pack of wolves returned and were glaring at Azreal with intense filling intent.

"howl...", The leader of the pack howled commanding the pack to attack, the pack rushed forward with fast moments giving Azreal no chance to defend himself as barraj of attack landed on him.

Azreal defended with his sword barely hanging on but on the onslaught of the group of wolves rendered him defenseless, as if it wasn't enough the alpha of the pack also joined the battle, adding to the misery as Azreal was covered in a layer of injury.

Azreal took out a bottle of potion drinking it in one mouthful recovering from the injuries, he looked at his enemy with bloodshot eyes slashing his sword he cut one of the wolf in two but the rest of the beasts didn't even buzz a inch instead their attack fierce.

Without a notice the alpha wolf attacked Azreal, his claw sharp and swift with a strike it tore Azreal left hand without a notice, "Ahhhhh ..", screams of pains echoed.

The wolves charged for a piece of meat upon a chance, Azreal had kept everything in his storage ring but the ring was in his left hand, he had no chance of defending himself as wolves torn his meat bit by bit, blood gushing out from the torn sector intense assaulted him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh", loud scream of pains were heard, as the wolves didn't bother to pay attention to their victim.

But just when it seemed that the wolves had won, Azreal forceful drew out the mana around the forest in last bit attempt of survival. His gaze firmer and more resolute, he spat out a mouthful of blood, it wasn't easy to forceful to draw mana from the surrounding as many people die in the force as the surrounding mana was almost endless and no one would be able to absorb it all, hence people consume the mana core of the monster to increase their mana.

Thud!

Azreal crashed down on the ground, he failed to reach 1st star by forcefully absorbing the surrounding mana.

But it did had some benefits as Azreal had more mana than before, applying his mana, a blue layer of energy surrounded the sword, making it more easier to slash.

Azreal slashed the surrounding wolves with much difficult, making a way he reached his ripped off arm, opening the storage ring he took out a magic potion, he lied down on the ground connecting the ripped off arm with the joint which was bleeding. The pack of wolves attacked, Azreal took out a magic scroll from the ring which converted into a layer of shield protecting Azreal from the onslaught of attacks, but the layer of shield shook violently signifying that it won’t hold much longer.

Under the pressure Azreal pored the contents of the potion onto the shoulder joint and the ripped arm.

“Ahhhhhhh”, Azreal screamed in pain, miraculous attaching the arm back to it’s original spot.

Azreal made a fist and punched into the air, checking if the arm was still working.

Azreal stood up, holding the sword with both hand, he took a stance, ready to face the challenge that lie ahead.

“Howl”, the leader of the wolves growled in anger. The alpha wolf attacked with much more force, breaking the last layer of defense.

Clang!

Another round of battle took place, sound of claws and swords clashing.

Azreal slashed a wolf in half, a layer of attacks pursued him, with some slight moment, he dodged the attacks thrown in his way. As the battle progressed Azreal got more elegant with his moments as he dodged the attacks and attacked when shown a opening, if the previous Azreal who slaughter the group of wolves with high energy and stamina cost was said to be ammature then the current Azreal would be a master who attacked the beast with the minimum energy expenditure, not just was his moments even his killing intent was growing as he slaughter the wolves.

The alpha himself took action fearing Azreal would slaughter more of it’s kin. Azreal was soon forced back into a corner when the fierce attack. The wolf dashed and landed a tackle to the fragile and weak Azreal, Azreal who had yet not reached 1st star couldn’t do anything as he landed on the ground with much impact.

Thud!

Azreal spat out a mouthful of blood, not moving. The leader of the pack, thinking it may be a trap sent two wolves to probe.

All of a sudden the atmosphere got heated as the killing intent around Azreal further solidified, making the wolves stop in their track as they got sliced in half by the sword, his emerald blue eyes turning red as his aura turned eerie and bloodlust.

Azreal charged towards the beast slaughter them with no regard to his energy or stamina, smiling he continued, his action as if he were a beast.

The alpha of the pack charged towards Azreal, they both of them face each other head on, evenly matched. The wolf found a opening as it bite and tore the reattached arm again.

Azreal didn’t scream from the pain, instead he laughed more madly.

Boom!

A loud explosion took place inside the wolf mouth as a fire explosion scroll activated, splattering the flesh of the wolf.

"Howl", the remaining wolf howled with grief upon the fall of their leader.

Azreal looked at the remaining wolves with no regard to his bleeding, with a sword in his hand he charged and slaughter everyone left and right.

A group of people were attracted to the battlefield by the explosion as they saw countless corpses of countless wolves and a figure covered in blood with a missing arm, laughing madly slaughter wolves in his slight.

Azreal sensed the presence of the group, dashing forward he attacked the group a middle aged man jumped out of the group, fending off Azrael.

The two clashed, the middle aged man suppressed Azreal, Azreal sword broke into pieces as it had undergone many battles with countless strong foe.

But as the man thought it was all over the broken pieces of sword charged forward, the man caught off guard was left undefended as the pieces left injury on his face and the sword hilt with the broken sword left a scar on his neck within seconds.

“Young master …”, the man said with mixed emotions.