Chapter 62 - One Man Army
"Now, I'm ready. Come, foolish creatures."
Having said those harsh words towards the ignorant, savage animals, Jeremy initiated the first blood with an explosive sprint towards the closest wolf.
It appeared that the naive wolf didn't foretell that their 'supposed' prey would come at them instead of trembling or running away in fear.
As of right about now, the entire pack of wolves came to hunt down this atrocious being, for they had already surrounded this area completely.
How could the wolves even expect such a turn of event?
"Wooolff!!"
"Woolfff..."
"Awoooo..."
Countless howling and growling sounds of the wolves resonating out loud, indicating the bloody fight had officially begun...
Right about now, Jeremy had already reached a few meters away from his first target.
"First blood is you..."
With a swift thrust of his spear towards the ignorant wolf that was preparing to jump, avoid the incoming attack.
But sadly, the wolf was too slow compared to the fast-approaching spear blade...
"Grurrr..."
*Puchi*
Just like that, its neck was pierced hazardously by the spear blade all the way till the blade's tip appeared on the other side of the pitiful wolf's neck.
*Plush*
With a plushing sound, Jeremy pulled the spear back, readying himself for the two incoming white wolves from the front.
Not waiting for himself to be on the passive side, Jeremy dashed forward once again while scanning his surroundings carefully with his acute senses.
When Jeremy and the two rushing white wolves were approximately three meters from one another, the two wolves suddenly jumped at the same time, aiming to finish Jeremy altogether.
Simultaneously, with quick reflex, Jeremy bent both knees slightly to bring his buttocks towards the ground as his kneecaps slid along the thick snowy ground, creating two grooves along the way.
At the same time, Jeremy also aimed his spear tip towards the white wolf on his right side, for it had jumped in mid-air at a lower altitude than its companion.
As a result, the leaping wolf on the right might have a chance to attack Jeremy somehow if they crossed each other.
So, Jeremy chose the right wolf as his first target.
Well, it was actually the second one, whereas the first one was already killed by him...
*Puchi*
The wolf's abdomen was punctured completely, showing the entire spear blade on the other side of its body.
How about the other wolf?
Obviously, it had missed Jeremy thoroughly, as its body flew through the air to some meters behind Jeremy's back.
Then Jeremy forcefully retracted the spear from the wolf's abdomen near its ribcages region.
*Plush*
With the wolf's blood spraying on the snow-white ground unstoppably; it couldn't be more dead.
Afterward, Jeremy turned to look at the wolf that had missed him a moment ago; he also saw two more wolves standing beside it now.
"Two dead, twenty-two more. Hmm? Oh wait, now it's twenty-three." Said Jeremy, as one more pair of 'white glows' was coming from the distance.
It seemed like many more winter wolves would be massacred tonight...
...
The dark sky over the now-reddish-gory snow ground started to brighten from an unknown source.
Nevertheless, the earlier night sky was getting brighter and brighter with each subsequent minute passing by...
Within the vicinity of the 'black' camping tent that did not look so black anymore, resulting from red liquid assumed to be wet and dry blood had already stained and dirtied many spots on the tent's canvas, there were several dozens of winter wolf carcasses lying everywhere.
Many unidentified organs, mashed brains, and disgusting innards were littering and dirtying the ground, causing the original white-snowy ground to be painted in dark-pink color instead...
*Huff* *Huff*
While letting out some huffing sounds, Jeremy pulled a long object from a comparatively bigger wolf than the rest...
*Plush*
A huge amount of blood oozing out from the wound, followed by nauseating guts and innards sliding sluggishly from the gaping fatal wound on the large wolf's body.
"Fwuuu..."
Having let out a long, long breath of air, Jeremy mumbled lightly,
"Three packs... It's three fucking packs of wolves. I hope those are all of them for now."
That's right, Jeremy had fought with three packs of wolves earlier.
The life-and-death battle between one human and three wolf packs was nothing but hellish...
As the intense, intensive skirmish of life-and-death spanned over one hour and a half, the final outcome was particularly clear as there was only one man currently standing on this diabolical, gory battlefield.
The human, Jeremy, had won...
The three wolf packs of almost one hundred wolves had lost...
In fact, it was quite strange that three packs of wolves had come to hunt Jeremy together because usually, the wolf would operate independently from pack to pack.
But here they came, one after another, with the exceedingly clear purpose of... vengeance.
Nevertheless, they still lost to one human...
"Hahaha. It is fucking refreshing!"
Jeremy suddenly laughed contentedly after looking around and finally seeing no more 'alive' wolf.
Although the place was now filled with fresh carcasses, or in other words, meals for other wolves to eat, other packs' wolves would not come and loiter here at all if they were not truly hungry.
'Well, a wolf does not eat another wolf even when they are from different packs anyway.'
Having thought of that sudden piece of knowledge coming from another Omniscient being back on Earth, Jeremy shook his head slightly at the notion of fighting another round.
Currently, his entire body felt terribly sore and aching. After all, fighting bloodily with more than 80 omega wolves and some 'large' wolves was nothing but drained and worn out.
Jeremy only felt his physical body had already hit its absolute limits...
Upon shaking his head firmly to clear his mind, Jeremy steeled himself up.
Then he walked towards his 'black' camping tent, intending to keep the pillow, cushion, and the tent itself back inside his left glove's storage, only to find out that the tent's canvas was pretty dirty with blood droplets littering in various spots.
'Let's clean it first.'
'Oh, wait! My favorite cloak...'
Unfortunately, one's mana field projection wasn't omnipotent, as the mana itself was a semi-living creature that could detect 'intent'...
As the blood of those quadrupedal animals didn't contain any adverse effects or bad intentions, Jeremy's mana field projection didn't appear to protect him from the blood sprays.
Well, even some pieces of internal organs and disgusting brains were sticking at the back of his 'black' cloak still.
As of Jeremy didn't have any eye behind his back, so he didn't know there were such awful things stuck on his hind clothes.
If Jeremy knew that, he would immediately take off and burn down his 'favorite' cloak in seconds, for his pride didn't allow him to be 'dirtied' by such lowly things.
After ten or so minutes, Jeremy had finally finished washing and keeping everything back inside his gloves, excluding his spear, undoubtedly. Also, he didn't dare keep the spear inside his right-handed glove's storage anymore for fear of another ambush from the wolves.
'I am pretty curious if those large wolves are beta or alpha. Should I check for more information from within my sea of consciousness?'
'Hmm... Should I?'
'Nah... It's not that important, I guess. I will just kill them all anyway.' historical
When Jeremy finished weighing the pros and cons of accessing his sea of consciousness, in the end, he came to a definite decision of not checking it.
Well, this might be a setback to bite him in the ass later, but he didn't care...
No wolf had a qualification to bite his ass anyway; only women had...
Having finished organizing everything, including his thoughts, Jeremy turned his head to the left side.
'Alright, more than 70% of them came from that direction...'
With a light smile, Jeremy strolled in that direction leisurely, albeit 'a bit' tiredly.
After a short time, Jeremy, who was wearing a brand-new black cloak, disappeared into the winter forest.
As for his old 'favorite' cloak?
Already burned into black powder...