Journey from Overlord

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The villagers had no power to resist and could only flee desperately, while the werewolves continued chasing them. A thatched house on the edge of the village had already caught fire, likely set by the werewolves.

Aya saw an old man kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to a werewolf. But the werewolf simply howled to the sky, raised the machete in his hand, and chopped at the villager's head.

A man rushed forward with a wood-chopping axe, but before he could even touch the werewolf, his throat was slit by a claw.

A girl was trapped in a corner. She tried desperately to hold back her tears as two werewolves stood over her, tearing her clothes off piece by piece with their claws. The sharp claws left red marks on her skin.

Something in her heart trembled slightly, but the tremor was too faint and clear to change Aya's inner judgment.

'But why, why this unease?'

'It wasn't my fault that the villagers were massacred, and even if I hadn't gone to see it, their fate wouldn't have changed.'

'There's no reason to intervene; this is an indisputable fact.'

'However, maybe there is value in saving them.' This sudden thought made Aya's eyes light up.

"Camilla, if I ask you to kill those werewolves, will you do it?" Aya asked.

"Yes." Came the answer without hesitation, making Aya raise an eyebrow.

"In terms of blood relation, I have nothing to do with werewolves. I am not a wolf, just a wolf variant of the original monster. My blood belongs to my mother." Camilla explained.

"As for my identity, my only identity is as my mother's daughter and follower. My mother's will is my wish, and her orders are my direction." She spoke without hesitation, neither humble nor arrogant. This attitude even made Aya, who had once doubted Camilla and Pleia's loyalty, feel a little ashamed.

"If we were dealing with humans, exchanging information and acquiring intelligence would be much easier, and now would be the perfect time to win their favor," Aya said. "I'm also somewhat interested in the civilization created by humans in this world."

"Yes, I understand." Camilla nodded.

"Then, let's do it." Aya said, standing up, "Camilla, get ready with your full armor, and Pleia will stay here. If anything changes, abandon this place immediately and use Counter Summon to evacuate to the Temple of Life."

[High-level Warcraft Creation]

[Intermediate Warcraft Creation]

[High-level Mercenary Recruitment]

Several shadows flew from under Aya's feet.

"Just in case, I've already summoned combat units skilled in concealment." Aya took out a silver half-mask from her prop bar and put it on her face.

"Think of it as repaying the favor of the bread." With that, Aya cast a teleportation spell.

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the battlefield.

The first thing to be thankful for was that no one interfered with the transmission. It seemed this massacre wasn't a trap, so the most dangerous situation had been eliminated.

Aya placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. The girl's clothes had almost been torn apart, leaving only her undergarment. At this moment, she was stunned by Aya's sudden appearance.

Aya swept a cold gaze over the werewolf in front of her. Perhaps due to the surprise, the werewolf didn't react at all.

Three seconds later, one of them muttered, "So big..."

[Life Drain] Activates.

This magic forcibly absorbs the opponent's health points. It is a powerful magic of up to level eight. The most useful aspect of this spell is that it can detect the opponent's remaining health points.

Based on the damage caused by this skill, Aya could roughly judge the opponent's level and magic resistance.

If the effect wasn't good, Aya would immediately teleport and escape with the girl. This was why she had chosen to teleport here. Even in the worst-case scenario, she needed to take away at least one result.

But she had worried too much.

At the moment the magic was activated—lasting a total of 2.5 seconds—the werewolf turned into a cloud of ashes before even a second had passed.

Surprisingly easy.

"You are, what..." Before the other werewolf could finish his words, Aya stopped him with a raised finger.

[Frost Star]

This time, it wasn't to kill, but to test. Aya only released a fifth-level magic, which was a low-level spell for her. It was a type where the control effect was far stronger than the damage.

But the werewolf died instantly, turning to ice and shattering into at least seven pieces.

Generally speaking, wolves are resistant to ice. Is this the result?

So weak.

It's so weak it's almost shocking.

"Mother, I'm here." Camilla, dressed in white armor, stepped out of the portal opened by Pleia. Camilla's profession was a warrior, and compared to Pleia, a mage, she was better suited to fight alongside Aya, who was a summoner and believer. So Camilla had been chosen to join the fight.

Camilla, who was both happy and nervous because her mother had chosen her first, was a little confused when she emerged from the portal.

"What's going on, Mother? Can you explain it to me?" Camilla raised an eyebrow and asked. She smiled as she did, and though she was her daughter, at that moment, she exuded an aura that made Aya feel pressured.

"That..." How should she put it? Although Aya had a clear conscience and knew it wasn't her fault that she was holding a nearly naked and sobbing girl, this scene was undeniably visually impactful.

In her heart, Aya gave the order to the summoned monster to kill the werewolf. This crisis should now be basically resolved. But at the same time, new problems had arisen—she felt that her reputation in her daughter's eyes was going to be tarnished. Aya sighed.

It turns out that being a mother is much harder than it seems.

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He took a deep breath and smelled blood—the smell of human blood. The scent interfered with Kuruk's sense of smell, but it made him feel at ease.

Kuruk was the only werewolf who did not chase humans. He stood in the center of the square, holding a spear with a rusty tip. But it didn't matter; he wouldn't fight, and the spear was just a walking stick to him.

He was the commander of this werewolf army and the eldest son of the leader of the werewolf tribe. He was also the chief candidate for the high priest of the tribe.

That's right, a priest, not a chief. He couldn't become a chief because he couldn't compete with his two silver wolf brothers, who had stronger bloodlines and more powerful bodies. More importantly, he was a blind werewolf.

Kuruk's left eye had been blind since birth, and his right eye was born with a thick layer of white cataract, leaving him only able to see blurry shadows moving in and out.

With such a congenital disability, it would have been difficult for Kuruk to survive in the werewolf tribe, where the strong preyed on the weak. Yet, not only had he survived, but he had also risen to a high position within the tribe.

It wasn't because of his father, the leader. If it hadn't been for his mother's pleading, that cruel old bastard would have eaten him the day he was born.

What Kuruk relied on was his exceptional sense of smell and hearing, both far superior to those of ordinary werewolves, as well as his intellect.

"Someone stole food from the warehouse." These were the first words Kuruk had spoken to his father, "There was a strange smell, and the quantity didn't match."

Though confused by his disabled son's sudden words, the leader had conducted a thorough investigation. The result was exactly as Kuruk had suspected: the warehouse manager had been embezzling.