Finally…I once again arrived at the spawning area of the wild wolves. Looking at the arrogant wild wolves, I was unexpectedly furious. With a dagger in my hand, I charged at a wild wolf.
It was probably the wild wolf that killed me. I saw that there was a wound on its side that had not fully recovered. My eyes began to shoot out anger.
The wild wolf and I once again began to charge at each other, quickly dodging the wild wolf's pounce. Once again, I slashed at its side with my dagger, opening up its wound that had yet to fully recover.
Once again, the wild wolf collapsed to the ground, covered in blood. However, this time…I no longer felt any pity for him. I turned cold and swung my dagger at him.
Fresh blood gushed out from the wolf's throat. The wolf finally fell to the ground slowly. Looking at the wolf lying in a pool of blood, surprisingly, I didn't feel any fear at all. Instead, I felt a perverted pleasure of devouring blood. It was as if I had just done something very satisfying. I felt exceptionally refreshed. This was probably the inevitable result of finally being released after being under pressure for a long time.
I didn't pay attention to how much experience I gained as I continued to charge towards the next wild wolf. I didn't have the slightest intention of dodging the wild wolf that was charging towards me. I just slightly tilted my body when I was about to make contact with it, allowing the wild wolf to brush past my side, which was where I was originally standing. The dagger in my hand was quickly swung, and the wild wolves became souls under my hands.
It was too simple, really too simple. Although wolves were intelligent animals, they were still far inferior to humans. They would only pounce in the direction where the enemy was standing. Every pounce would be at full speed, not holding back at all. As a result, once I dodged, they could only pounce from where I was originally standing. At the same time when they missed, I had already attacked from beside them.
Whether it was a human or a monster, after suffering a major blow, there would be a period of stalemate. The length of the stalemate was related to the part of the body that was hit and the severity.
When I died just now, I was bitten by a wild wolf on the throat, so the stalemate lasted for a few seconds. This long time was enough for me to die a few times.
The attacks of the little crazy cat would only scratch my arms and thighs, and the damage was very light. Therefore, the stalemate would only last for a few tenths of a second. From the outside, it would only be a slight pause, and it would not affect the subsequent attacks.
I silently calculated. Half an hour later, I had already killed more than 300 wild wolves. On average, I could kill more than 10 wolves per minute. Although wild wolves seemed ferocious, they were actually easier to kill than the little crazy cat. Other than their ferocious pounce and greater lethality, their agility and reaction speed were not as fast as the little crazy cat.
With an average speed of 6 seconds per wolf, I quickly harvested the lives of the wild wolves. Gradually…I could no longer be satisfied with this speed. What I wanted was to kill them in one strike.
Wolves were the same as the little crazy cat, their weak points were their throats. As long as I cut their throats, although they wouldn't die immediately, their HP would decrease rapidly and continuously. Moreover, wolves didn't know how to take medicine, so in just a short while, they would die of excessive blood loss. Although they died of their own accord, the EXP would still be given to me.
Following that…I began to pursue a sure-kill attack. My focus became more and more focused, and the accuracy of my attacks became higher and higher. However…it was still very difficult to produce a sure-kill effect. I knew…that this was not something that could be practiced overnight.
I forgot who said that as long as there was effort, there would definitely be returns. Now, I finally realized how true this saying was. As time passed, my accuracy continued to improve. Although my speed was a little slow, the results were still very obvious.
By the time I logged on for a full day, my sure-kill rate had increased to an average of one in ten. Even if I didn't hit a vital point, most of my attacks would hit the secondary vital point, doubling the damage.
My level had already reached Level 20. If I were to reach Level 21, I would have already killed more than 10,000 Wild Wolves. In fact, I had already killed almost 20,000 Wild Wolves. Now, the EXP that the Wild Wolves gave me had also dropped to 20. It was meaningless to continue killing them.
He packed up his luggage and sorted out his messy chores. Most of them were white grade level 10 equipment that did not need to be appraised. Most of them were clothes, pants, hats, and the like that were the most likely to appear. As for weapons, he did not see a single one. The probability of dropping weapons in this game was really too low.
I hurried back to the village. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to spend some time selling my items first. Because now was the time when most people were around level 10, I should be able to sell my equipment for a good price.
I clicked on it. There were a total of four pieces of armor, six pieces of greaves, and five hats. As for accessories, I didn't see a single one, probably because the monsters here hadn't dropped them yet.
I found a place with the most people and applied for a stall from the system. Then, I started my first business in my life. I didn't know if I would sell it.
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