Chapter 373: Chapter 336: The Oriole Behind

"Let’s trade right now!"

The talismans and Rune Equipment of the Silver Moon Race were highly sought-after goods; normally, one couldn’t buy them even if they wanted to. Now that someone was willing to trade these items with them, and at a premium no less, they naturally wouldn’t refuse. They all agreed without a second thought. For a time, the mountain peak became as bustling as a marketplace.

Una and the others busied themselves inspecting the goods, counting the numbers, and then taking out the talismans and equipment for the trade. The adventurers happily received the items and carefully checked them over, both sides extremely satisfied with the exchange. In just half an hour, dozens more Spiritual Weapons were transferred from the adventurers’ hands to the disciples.

When the final transaction was completed, Una tallied the total number, her smile almost uncontainable. "One hundred and sixty-three in total. This is a massive haul."

The others were also beaming with joy.

After that, the group left Bone Mountain and continued to search the surrounding areas. Unfortunately, they didn’t find any more Spiritual Weapons, and they hardly encountered any Undead Monsters. Thus, they retraced their steps and left the battlefield.

As they stepped out of the cave entrance, the cold wind brushed against their faces, making everyone unconsciously let out a long breath. The long-accumulated stench of decay from the battlefield was left behind. The air became crisp again, making them subconsciously relax a bit.

However, this relaxation didn’t last long.

They soon noticed something strange outside the clearing. Dozens of adventurers’ corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the ground, many of which were familiar faces they had traded with earlier. Over a dozen massive gray wolves were gnawing on the corpses. Hearing the noise, they raised their heads, their cold, beastly eyes staring eerily at the group.

Una and the others reflexively raised their weapons, staring at the wolf pack with alarm and uncertainty. Where did these monsters come from?

At that moment, a low voice suddenly echoed.

"You’ve finally come out."

The group looked toward the voice, only to realize that behind the wolf pack stood three tall members of the Wolf Race. They stood there with their arms crossed, scrutinizing the group with measuring gazes.

Members of the Wolf Race? Ivy’s expression hardened. These three Wolf Race members gave her a profound sense of danger. Golden Tier!

The leading Wolf Race member had a burly build and broad shoulders. His grayish-white fur looked like it was covered in a layer of frost under the night sky. His gaze swept over the group as he spoke unhurriedly. "We waited out here for a long time, only to find that the people who came out didn’t have a single Soul Weapon on them. After interrogating them, we learned you took them all. But that’s perfect. It saves us the trouble of searching them one by one. Hand them over directly and don’t make us waste our energy."

Hearing this, Una and the others immediately realized they were the unwitting prey in a larger trap. Their expressions darkened as they instantly assumed combat stances.

Ivy asked calmly, "Are you from the Blood Claw Race?"

The leading Wolf Race member raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his tone. "You’re quite sharp."

Ivy thought to herself that her guess was right. Although there were Wolf Race groups in the eastern part of the continent, she had never heard of any at the Golden Tier, let alone three appearing at once. Moreover, the other party could control wolf packs. Thinking it over, the only Wolf Race members fitting these characteristics were from the Blood Claw Race in the north.

What confused her, however, was why a mere hundred or so pieces of Magic Equipment were worth the Blood Claw Race mobilizing three Golden Tier experts to travel thousands of miles to the Iron Hill Kingdom in the eastern continent. Unless the Spiritual Weapons held a special significance for the Blood Claw Race as well. The other party’s mention of "Soul Weapons" just now indirectly corroborated this point.

"What do you want those weapons for?" Ivy asked again.

The leading Wolf Race member narrowed his eyes. "That’s none of your business. Hand the items over, or don’t blame me for getting rough."

As he spoke, the wolf pack slowly closed their encirclement. Low growls squeezed through their fangs, sounding exceptionally eerie in the night wind. Ivy’s expression remained unchanged. She simply took a dark gold talisman from her sleeve and pinched it between her fingers.

The leading Wolf Race member took in her actions and sneered. "Stubborn to the bitter end. Do a bunch of Silver Black Iron trash think they can fight back against us?"

However, the moment his words fell, a voice suddenly rang out.

"I actually think that if it comes to a fight, you’ll be the ones dying."

The three Wolf Race members’ expressions changed simultaneously as they abruptly turned toward the source of the voice. In the darkness, three figures were stepping out from the woods. Leading them was a gentle-looking blond Elf, a wisp of undissipated Spiritual Light lingering at his fingertips. Behind him followed an aloof young Elf and a red-haired Elf Maiden holding a crimson whip.

"Laine!"

"Lucius, and Mia too!"

Una and the others immediately recognized the arrivals and were instantly pleasantly surprised. Ivy’s expression also relaxed slightly as she put away the talisman. With Laine and the others here, she wouldn’t need to make a move.

Not far away, Laine took in this scene and sighed inwardly. He thought about how highly their teacher valued Ivy, to the point of actually giving her a Sword Talisman. A Sword Talisman sealing a wisp of Sword Intent from a Golden Core Third Stage Cultivator, even if it only retained half the power of the teacher’s casual strike upon activation, was more than enough to kill a peak Gold Tier expert. This item could only be crafted by a High Tier Sword Cultivator, and the forging process was not easy. The exchange price was exceptionally exorbitant; even he didn’t have a single one in his possession.

On the other side, upon hearing the words of Una and her group, the three Wolf Race members’ expressions changed once again. The Blood Claw Race had meticulously gathered intelligence on the Silver Moon Race, so they naturally knew who these three Elves were.

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