199: Chapter 117 Poor Worm_2 199: Chapter 117 Poor Worm_2 Even the sheep grazing down the slope were faster to react than him.
Ti often unfolds on a dimly lit afternoon or a foggy morning.
The sheepdog lazily lying beside him would suddenly prick up its long ears, sit up alertly, and dart off with a “whoosh.”
A commotion would arise from the herd, bleating and curling together like a ball of yarn.
Then, from the depths of the distant grasslands, a few black dots would erge, rapidly approaching.
The sheepdog with the sa black and white spots as a cow was extrely reliable, even courageous.
Even when facing three vicious wild wolves at once, it never backed down, growling lowly as it protected its master’s property and offspring.
Sotis it would drive those wild wolves beyond the unseen hillside.
Then it would wag its tail, stick out its tongue, and trot back with little, bouncing steps.
Bennett originally thought such a life would continue until he grew up, married, had children, and then let his son take his place.
Until that noon, when the sun was most intense.
Like before, a sheepdog leapt from his side, the crowded flock, the wolves driven beyond the hill.
But this ti, it didn’t co back.
Instead ca the shaking, rumbling earth, a massive, chaotic din…
And then, from beyond the hill, soldiers clad in black armor surged like a tide.
A nomadic life is never easy.
Fighting stray dogs for food, brawling with people till their heads are bleeding, just for a slice of bread…
Bennett felt he was like those “pitiful” wolves on the grasslands, no matter how fierce and intimidating, he could never touch the flock guarded by the sheepdog.
He once wanted to be that brave sheepdog.
Of course, he wanted to look more handso, at least not like the black and white patched cow.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have used a chisel to smash the head of a rogue who tried to assault the village girl.
But the wandering life forced him to once more don the wolf’s skin for survival.
Perhaps, it was just his nature.
Or maybe the adventurous life matched his beast-like conduct too well.
As he aged, his body grew stronger.
It seed he and the wolf skin had truly rged into one, carving out a reputation.
Gathering other hungry wolves, using the most vile and despised thods, killing the sheepdog, filling their bellies with tender, juicy lamb.
“Green Blood” Adeline was sowhat known in the town, and Bennett roughly knew her capabilities.
She mastered two battle skills, close to achieving a professional level, similar to him.
But her habits were peculiar, mostly taking on goblin-related missions.
Making barely any money, broke as a joke.
He had previously contacted her through channels, inviting this strong woman to join his team.
But he never received a response.
They were not of the sa ilk.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t consider her a target.
The risk to reward ratio wasn’t favorable.
But a few days ago, a newcor “Wolf Cub” Kegel revealed Adeline’s team’s current state to him.
Her once decent teammates couldn’t stand her eccentricity and had left the team.
The only veteran left in the squad was Berg, besides Adeline herself.
The two new adventurers who joined were complete greenhorns who hadn’t even killed a person.
They could only slash goblins.
Compared to them, they were no threat.
Bennett was tempted.
The wolves on the grassland never mind if the prey is too skinny.
Without the guard sheepdog, be careful not to be horned by those sharp lamb horns.
Knock it sideways to the ground, crush its throat, rip open its intestines.
Then it’s yet another delicious feast.
Unfortunately, being an adventurer with a nickna in River Valley Town.
Adeline was smarter than he imagined.
Actually uncovering his setup, which disrupted his plan, and the traps he had prepared were not used.
Forcing him to resort to a backup plan.
First, use words to entice, have her subordinates surrender their armor and weapons, greatly weakening their combat power.
Then…
he certainly wouldn’t let them leave as he promised.
Adventurers without equipnt are no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Then, when the “wolf pack” surges forward, even Adeline, who retained so fighting prowess, wouldn’t hold out for long.
Of course, this was just the best-case scenario.
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