Chapter 49: Frostcove Maze(2)
Spurt!
Auuuu!
The beast let out a final shout as the life drained from his eyes. His trembling body stilled beneath my shadow as my blade pierced its neck. The blood pooled on the ice below the white fur-covered carcass of the frostwolf.
I flicked my sword, clearing the crimson streaks that marked it.
[That was the last of the pack.] Dante said, [Take some rest before collecting their mana cores. You have been fighting for two hours straight.]
I simply nodded, sheathing my sword into the scabbard and taking a seat on top of the wolf's lifeless body. I tapped on the silver-plated ring that was in my left hand.
It glowed with an ethereal silver light before warping the air around it, forming a small hole through which I pulled out a small vial with dark green liquid inside it.
Opening the vial's cork, I gulped down the green liquid or better known as stamina recovery potion. A green ambient light surrounded my whole body, I felt my vigour returning to me like it returns after a good night's rest.
"Fuck! It's bitter," I complained, dragging my tongue across my tooth. But the feeling of recovery was great, it left me feeling whole again.
I threw the empty bottle away, committing to polluting this world. I stood up from the carcass of the fallen wolf. Taking out a small iron knife from the ring, I cut its carcass, trying to gauge out the mana core embedded in its body.
"There are a lot of them," My eyes drifted off to the other corpses—Draugrs, frostwolves, ice wraiths. There were a lot of them who kept coming and coming.