The smell of blood did not deter the other two terralizards; instead, it aroused their wildness. They licked the bloodstains on the ground, getting closer and closer. Even the severely wounded terralizard that had fled far away refused to leave, just whimpering softly, licking the green blood on its head with its long forked tongue, while its remaining eye watched this side.
Rody multitasked, controlling Marcus as the main attacker and Emma as the deputy, trying to coordinate their dagger attacks against the enemies. The unfamiliar attempt and the difficulty of multitasking led Rody to make various wrong estimations and judgments. Marcus and Emma were repeatedly ambushed by the terralizards, adding injuries to their bodies. However, they were undying undead, unaware of pain and fear, only knowing to execute Rody's will, tirelessly attacking.
Soon, their relentless attacks were effective, and another terralizard was stabbed. Rody seized the opportunity. When another terralizard opened its mouth intending to bite, he had Marcus stuff his hand into its mouth, while Emma stabbed the creature frantically with a dagger. After nearly a hundred stabs, the terralizard rolling on the ground finally stopped moving, and the two lightly wounded ones had already fled in fear.
After the battle, Rody achieved victory. Due to clumsy actions and Rody's control errors, Marcus and Emma were bitten multiple times, and Marcus's hand was even tainted with the terralizard's rotting poison. But that was of no concern. No amount of toxins on a dead body could spread or worsen. Such injuries that could be fatal to humans were not a problem for these servants of darkness.
On the contrary, Rody saw another experiment in this - turning Marcus and Emma into poison people, believing this would make them more effective in battle.
Rody fed his sleeping mother a potion to heal weakness and restore life, then carefully rested her against a tree. The battle left Marcus and Emma unscathed, but it exhausted him. His mental energy severely depleted, he soon fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, the smell of blood attracted night wolves. When Rody awoke, he found five or six night wolves tearing at the dead terralizard.
The sight made his scalp tingle; to Rody at this moment, the wolf pack was a terrifying creature. They were pack animals, numerous, agile, and incredibly enduring. If they set their sights on him, it would not be pleasant.
Marcus and Emma couldn't climb trees. Rody tried controlling them to do so several times, but despite their complete obedience, they were unsuccessful, causing Rody great anxiety. The wolf pack was not like the terralizards; they were not only numerous but also had keen senses and swift movements. Although the terralizards were strong, they were not agile, giving Rody a chance to fight back with Marcus and Emma.
Now, he could only hope that the few night wolves would leave after filling their stomachs; otherwise, it would be dangerous. Rody struggled to carry his mother up to a higher branch of the tree and tried to lower a rope to pull Marcus and Emma up. But with his strength, he couldn't lift the robust Marcus and the corpulent Emma up the tree...
After eating for a while, the night wolves let out strange calls, short sounds that carried far and wide in the darkness, making Rody's scalp tingle. Indeed, the night wolves were calling their companions. A large number of wolves silently emerged in the darkness, about twenty to thirty of them. Seeing the remains of the terralizard, they pounced on it, joyfully tearing and greedily gnawing. After finishing the terralizard, their green eyes and bloody mouths turned towards Rody's direction.
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Rody inwardly sighed that he had started using Marcus and Emma's bodies for training too late. If Marcus now possessed fighting energy, and Emma was a three-star junior magician, they would have the capability to defend themselves in battle. Facing over twenty indiscriminate night wolves, Rody had only one option: to control Marcus and Emma to fight desperately, trying to injure the enemy as much as possible, hoping that their frenzied attacks would scare off the pack of night wolves.
"Kill..." Rody's killing intent erupted, controlling Marcus and Emma to wildly stab with their daggers.
The night wolves were not like the terralizards; they were smaller and as quick as lightning. Moreover, they excelled in coordinated attacks. They first attracted attacks, dodging the dagger stabs, and then their companions would launch surprise attacks from the side. Although Rody was aware of their tactics, Marcus and Emma's slow reactions made it impossible to effectively harm the wolf pack.
Piece by piece, flesh was torn from them by the night wolves. If they were normal humans, they would have likely been severely injured and fallen. Before their arms were torn off, Marcus and Emma managed to stab only two or three night wolves, and the injuries were not serious. The keen responses of the night wolves allowed them to narrowly escape the deadly dagger thrusts; they were not the slow-reacting terralizards.
In the end, Rody could only watch helplessly as the night wolves overpowered his dark servants, greedily tearing at them.
If Marcus had possessed fighting energy, the situation wouldn't have been so one-sided. Unfortunately, Rody had started his training too late... Fearing his mother would wake up to see this disgusting and terrifying scene, Rody fed her some more sleeping potion. Fortunately, the night wolves couldn't climb trees. They tried jumping several times, but finding the branch where Rody was too high to reach, they eventually gave up.
As an angry retaliation, Rody used Nicholas's severed arm bone to cast 'Ghost Fang' and 'Blindness', causing the jumping night wolves to fall hard to the ground, creating chaos.
The necromancy spells Rody could currently cast were of minor power, so this did little serious harm to the wolf pack; it was more about revenge and driving them away.
Although there was still prey hiding in the tree, the night wolves retreated before dawn. They are typically nocturnal creatures, their eyes as clear as day in the darkness. During the day, their vision and combat strength greatly decrease, and they definitely do not compete for dominion of the forest with other creatures in daylight. Once they left, Rody quickly descended from the tree. The heavy scent of blood would attract large beasts active during the day, which might be even more troublesome than the night wolves.
Marcus and Emma were left by the night wolves with only their bloody skulls, spines, and ribs. But they are undead servants of darkness. Once a magical contract is established, it will never be annulled unless their bodies are completely destroyed. Rody tried and felt that they still had the potential for training, which brought him immense joy. It was a surprise to Rody that even skeletal remains could be trained. However, he had no time to think further and quickly stored Marcus and Emma's skeletons in his storage ring and left.
After half a day of desperate running, an exhausted Rody finally emerged from the forest and reached a shallow bank of a river. Only after confirming that there were no large predators around and seeing many herbivorous animals leisurely drinking water did Rody let out a sigh of relief and gently let down his mother from his back. Feeling her forehead, he found that her high fever had completely subsided. Sensing with his mental energy, he found that her life force, although a bit weak, seemed much improved after rest and the potion.
In the evening, Rody's mother woke up, feeling very hungry. She ate the fish Rody had grilled and praised her son as a skilled fisherman and competent chef. As for the disappearance of Marcus and Emma, Rody explained that Father Cedo's sleep spell had worn off and they had woken up and run away.
"Mom, we will definitely have a good life. When I grow up a bit more, I will become strong enough to protect you, and I won't let anyone bully you. You must hang in there. We will leave this Kolo mountain range together and find a remote little village to live a peaceful life of our own. In that place, no one will harm us, no one will burn us, and no one will constantly think of sending us to the stake." Rody knew his mother was reluctant to leave Kolo and his father, and tried his best to comfort her.
"My dear, Mom won't let anyone harm you either. Don't worry about me, Rody, my illness is cured," his kind mother said, hugging Rody in her arms. She knew how much hardship her son had endured to carry her and flee their home, and as she stroked his thin and pale face, her heart ached.
Her husband had abandoned her, and the world had abandoned her. But she still had her son, the smartest, most understanding, and most precious treasure to her...