Warlord

The aged corpse wolf lay on top of a human body. From a distance, its lowered head looked like it was nibbling on a corpse. However, the other corpse wolves that were wandering along the riverbed of the canal did not know that their brethren had already extinguished their fires of life. The hunter became prey, and the corpse wolf’s body, which was not young anymore, became his food.

It was a young man in his mid-twenties. He had short, aristocratic blond hair, but it was already smeared with dust, mud, and blood. The man wore a dark red leather robe that was torn in many places. From these cracks, one could clearly see the fibers of the fabric, as well as the alloy defensive layers that were hidden in circles around the robe’s body.

This robe alone, its exquisite handmade and practical defensive properties, was not something that anyone could get in the wilderness. This was a man of status, but from the looks of it, this was not a simple man either.

After he roasted the corpse wolf’s entire head, he forcibly tore off its chin, and then tore off the corpse’s flesh. Then, along with the inedible fur, he put it into his mouth. After chewing for a while, his Adam’s apple moved up and down and he swallowed it.

Even the refugees who did not plan for food in the wilderness would not be able to eat wolf meat like this. But Saurun did not care, or rather the will that now ruled the body did not.

That’s right, this person who looked like a homeless person was the young noble, Saurun, from that day. After being killed, Andrew used a special potion to activate his cells, but Saurun, who had been revived, was no longer the same person he was before. What directed this body was a common will formed from countless cells of the disordered. This will looked at all living things in a frenzy, filled with the desire to kill. At the same time, it also possessed rudimentary intelligence, and retained the memories and emotions from before Saurun’s death.

It was the memory of zero, and the feeling of revenge. This made killing zero the highest level mission in Saurun’s Will.

From the ruins on the north side of the Windmill Town to the Shadow City, then to the west, all the way. The disorderly version of Saurun had more animal instincts, one of which was to lock on and track the scent. Of course, with his speed, he would not be able to reach Asgard in a short period of time. Thus, Zero only took a few days while Saurun took two months.

During these two months of travel, he crossed thousands of miles of the Western Wilderness. He would fight with the Corpse Wolves, Violent Bear, and Swordhorn Panthers for food. Wandering between the characters of the hunters and their prey, fighting against the vile natural environment, and even crossing the devilish desert, they were almost pulled into the sand by the Sand Scorpio, which was wreaking havoc in the desert, burying them alive.