Because the Grey Wolf was running straight toward the three-person team, it arrived almost in the blink of an eye. Ranger didn’t even have the thought of resisting this time—being attacked from both front and back, death was certain.

However, just as she thought she was doomed, something inexplicable happened. The Grey Wolf leapt seven or eight meters high, soaring over her head like a hunting eagle, and collided fiercely with a demon wolf that was chasing them.

“Awooo…” The pounced-upon demon wolf howled in pain and fell to the ground, its body rolling and bouncing across the grass from the momentum. Such a violent collision was hard even for the Grey Wolf to endure.

The Grey Wolf’s armor was much higher than that of the other two demon wolves, and its health points exceeded theirs by sixty. (Plus the ten extra health points from William Carter’s Holy Persuasion.)

The other wolf, seeing its companion injured, unconsciously slowed its steps, glancing back as it ran.

At the front, the experienced Ranger didn’t quite understand what was happening, but knew this was a rare opportunity.

She rolled to the side, sprang up, took a bow stance, nocked an arrow, and drew the bow.

“Whoosh!” The sharp magic arrow sliced through the air, striking the demon wolf that kept looking back right in the nape. A flash of magical light, and the demon wolf collapsed, its body tumbling across the ground from the tremendous force.

Chapter 10: The Legend of the Queen of Pain

It was the perfect time to attack, but the burly man didn’t stop to fight. Instead, he took the opportunity to carry the little girl and flee, quickly putting a great distance between himself and the demon wolves.

William Carter keenly noticed this. Clearly, the man cared deeply about the safety of the little girl on his back.

To save someone, you go all the way; to send a Buddha, you send him to the West. William Carter rode the antelope forward, waving his daggers with both hands, like a medieval European knight, full of spirit.

In truth, the reason he was in such a hurry wasn’t to save people, but because he saw that the demon wolf might be killed by Ranger, and he was anxious to snatch the experience points.

With one strike, the dagger stabbed precisely into the demon wolf’s neck.

Blood spurted, the wolf’s head flew up, and William Carter did a beautiful somersault in the air, landing steadily.

—If this were a medieval knight’s novel, that would have been the perfect outcome.

Unfortunately, William Carter’s riding skills were lacking, and the demon wolf’s hide was thick and tough. The dagger went in thanks to the impact, but pulling it out wasn’t so easy.

Not only did the wolf’s head not fly off, but William Carter was dragged by the dagger and tumbled off the antelope’s back, hitting the ground so hard his head spun and his nose bled profusely.

Luckily, his body had been strengthened by becoming a warrior. If this had happened before he came to this world, the fall would have broken his neck.

Still, this didn’t affect the victory. A level-nine demon wolf enhanced by Holy Persuasion easily overpowered an injured level-eight demon wolf, especially with the addition of a demonized antelope under the Command Aura. The outcome was never in doubt.

By the time William Carter got up from the ground, the demonized giant wolf had only about thirty health points left.

Furious and humiliated, he charged with his daggers, slashing left and right, soon riddling the demonized giant wolf with holes.

Only when the system notified him of gaining twenty experience points did William Carter finally put away his daggers with satisfaction. Turning to check the other side of the battle, he saw that the Ranger and the burly man were already struggling, while the little girl had been placed safely at a distance.

At this moment, she was clenching her small fists, nervously watching the battlefield.

Generally, a newly advanced warrior at level three or four would have at most around a hundred health points and an attack power of about five or six. Even two people would struggle against a demonized giant wolf.

By now, the burly man’s arm was injured, his face twitching with pain, veins bulging on his forehead like writhing earthworms. Clearly, he was a strength-type warrior and, as the tank, had taken most of the attacks.

Naturally, William Carter had to help.

One man, one wolf, and one antelope charged in and unleashed a furious assault. The half-health demonized giant wolf couldn’t withstand it and fell to the ground howling.

“Killed the injured demonized giant wolf, gained ten experience points.”

William Carter was stunned, finally realizing that in this world, experience was distributed based on the amount of damage dealt to a monster’s health, not just for landing the final blow.

“Thank you, brave warrior.” The female Ranger bent ninety degrees at the waist, bowing devoutly to William Carter in gratitude. The burly man also bowed in thanks.

On the Dota Continent, it was expected for warriors to help each other. Of course, it was also customary for those rescued to express thanks or offer some reward.

As for the reward, those who helped would usually try to refuse, only accepting if they truly couldn’t decline. If the other party bowed, they would also immediately help them up.

But the two of them bent so long their waists ached, yet William Carter didn’t come to help them up. The female Ranger couldn’t help but glance up, only to find William Carter already squatting beside the dead demon wolf, searching for loot.

She nudged the still-bowing burly man with her elbow, and the two of them awkwardly straightened up, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Having worked in business for many years, William Carter certainly understood manners, but he knew even better that profit always outweighed courtesy.