This Giant Dragon is So Powerful!-Chapter 111 - 2: Green-Eyed
Pross Town, Adventurer Street.
The surrounding shops were almost all geared towards adventurers: weapon shops, enchantment stores, taverns, charm shops, material shops, casinos, potion shops...
Adventurers were bustling back and forth, moving in groups of three or five. Some wore leather armor, some wore iron armor, some had short swords and machetes at their waists, some carried bows, greatswords, heavy hammers... A few adventurers even rode on demons with proud postures down the street. People would instinctively make way for those with demon mounts.
Fearing demons was out of the question; how could adventurers, who lived by risking their lives and killing demons daily, be afraid of their prey?
They mostly feared causing trouble.
The first requirement for having a demon mount was the ability to afford a contract book. Otherwise, you could potentially defeat an Intermediate Demon but couldn’t handle a more ordinary Low-Level Demon?
Because contract books were expensive and relatively rare, a contract book to bind a Low-Level Demon generally needed to be crafted by a Mid-level Mage with a mastery of the Lower Contract Technique, both of which were not easy to come by, especially the former. A Mid-level Mage could easily earn a noble title and even territory in any human nation, while the Lower Contract Technique was a relatively rare Second Ring Spell, equating in value to an ordinary Third Ring Spell.
A striking group appeared at the end of Adventurer Street. Five people, four men and one woman, all clad in enchanted equipment with subtle magical auras. What caught attention was that they all rode uniformly on a giant blue wolf.
These blue wolves resembled the Wind Wolf demon. Wind Wolves were Level 3 demons possessing the spell-like ability ’Wind Blade.’ However, unlike the ordinary Wind Wolves which stood just over three meters tall, these adventurers’ mounts were larger, nearly four meters tall, outmatching a buffalo in size. Muscles hidden under thick blue fur rippled with every step, radiating astonishing explosive power.
"Could these be Storm Wolves?" A seasoned adventurer’s eyes slightly widened, instinctively taking a few steps back to avoid the group.
A fellow adventurer, engaged in casual chat with him, subconsciously also stepped further back, curiously asking,
"Aren’t those just Wind Wolves, just bigger ones, likely elite individuals among Wind Wolves... What kind of demon are Storm Wolves?"
The seasoned adventurer rolled his eyes at his companion as the group moved away, smugly saying, "See, you’re not well-informed. Storm Wolves are not creatures from the Dark Forest. They are powerful wolf demons from the distant north.
These demons, once mature, reach Level 6! They’re a far cry from those Level 3 Wind Wolf pups. Next time I take you north, for heaven’s sake, don’t go charging up to a blue giant wolf blindly. Every year, some adventurers from other regions mistake Storm Wolves for Wind Wolves and meet their tragic end."
His companion’s eyes widened, with only the words ’Level 6 Demon’ in mind!
A Level 6 Demon... Adventurers capable of hunting demons of this level were undeniably elite. Most adventurers encountering demons of this level could only wait for death. Survival often depended on whether you had many companions and whether you could outrun them.
In this way, if the demon was full or had enough fun killing, maybe it would leave you be.
....
"It’s quite bustling here." The middle-aged man, riding the largest Storm Wolf, glanced around, a bit surprised,
"According to the information from our employer, this was just a wasteland a year and a half ago... It seems the Higlind family is something else."
"I have a feeling we took on quite a troublesome task," the only female adventurer in the five-person team said, frowning.
"Marsi, we’re part of the Wolf Adventurer’s Guild. We can even handle dangerous missions involving Advanced demons successfully. The Higlind family is just a newly emerged Earl family in the backward Southern Duchy, not even a count in the Empire. You’re being overly cautious."
A young man in the team with beautiful short purple hair and a black dagger playing in his left hand said with a grin.
"Ossai, there’s nothing wrong with being cautious. Have you forgotten our previous lesson?" Marsi said calmly.
The lesson she referred to was the Intermediate mission they took on half a year ago, the ’Hunt the Human-faced Spider’ task. It seemed simple, but Ossai fell into the Human-faced Spider’s trap, got poisoned, and nearly died. It could have been avoided, but it was due to carelessness.
Marsi’s words brought back Ossai’s fear of being dominated by the Human-faced Spider, darkening his expression, and he closed his mouth, saying no more.
"Alright, when the mission starts, keep your mouths shut. Be wary of the ears around us." The middle-aged leader spoke.
Their conversation just now had been confined within a certain range, and the adventurers around could only see them with their mouths shut, looking cold.
This was the simple application of two Zero-Ring Illusions: Silencing Skill and Confusion Technique, cast by the team’s seemingly juvenile, short-statured wizard.
In reality, this boyish wizard was over forty. The reason for his youthful appearance was that he was a rare Half-Elf wizard.
Specifically, he was among the three subtypes of Half-Elf known as the Tall Half-Elf. The other two subtypes, the Fur-footed Halfling and the Strong Half-Elf, were both very short, standing only a meter tall when grown. The Tall Half-Elf subtype could reach around 1.2 meters when mature and was most human-like in appearance among the Half-Elf subtypes.
