Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

However, Herbert, though eager to trouble the Chalice of Oblivion, wasn't in a hurry.

This time he came with three objectives.

First, to check the situation at his camp and start initial construction.

Another was to resolve some lingering issues with the Chalice, to see what exactly it intended for him.

For this, Herbert brought along the water mastery mermaid, Miss Fremay.

The most crucial step, actually, was to test the effectiveness of the fallen angel's Power of Conquest on the demon beasts.

He needed to level up!

Also, he aimed to gather some loot materials; otherwise, it'd be hard to explain when he returned.

"Let's first try according to the map provided by the monastery."

Before leaving the monastery, Herbert received a map from the Rusted Nail Bishop.

It detailed the safe zones the monastery had mapped and described the distribution of creatures within, noting each one's threat level and their capabilities.

While the Knight Commander claimed not to care and let Herbert act freely, he still handed him the map.

Hmph... somewhat a display of arrogance.

But, men's arrogance isn't interesting at all!

The arrogance of a middle-aged rocker with rust-covered nails is even stranger!

Moved ten times yet refused.

"Hmm..."

Herbert simply selected some targets, temporarily avoiding those high-tier creatures, focusing instead on the numerous low-tier and middle-tier creatures.

Best to pick something simple as an appetizer.

And preferably with a larger quantity to provide more data.

"Mist Ant Swarm, though individual strength is low-tier, their large numbers make them extremely dangerous... this won't do; challenging them alone is a bit risky."

Even though the swarm met Herbert's criteria, after contemplating, he decided to pass for now.

Herbert knew his weaknesses. Most of his abilities are passive, lacking the capability against groups.

If he jumped in headlong, he wouldn't die, but it wouldn't be pleasant either, hacking away without knowing when it'll end.

While Fremay could just sing a dirge and send them off, it would lose its training purpose.

After considering several plans, Herbert finally decided on his target.

"Fremay, let's move! Target—"

"Mist Ghost Wolf Pack."

...

Mist Ghost Wolf Pack.

Widely distributed mid-tier creatures in the Mist Mountains, often seen in packs.

A wolf pack's number usually doesn't exceed thirty, but is rarely fewer than ten.

With high coordination in group movement and strict hierarchical system, the alpha directs the pack's actions, each wolf knowing its role and collaborating smoothly.

The wolves' fur color blends with the mist, granting them natural camouflage, adept at stealthily approaching prey.

As half-spirit bodies, they can briefly phase through narrow gaps or evade physical attacks.

Their half-spirit nature also provides some added magic resistance.

This trait allows them to escape danger in the Mist Mountains, boasting considerable survivability.

Moreover, the ghost wolves hold grudges.

If not completely killed, should even one escape, a pack will soon follow.

Such troublesome enemies, not only dangerous but hard to eliminate, naturally became the nightmare for mid and low-tier cultivators venturing outside the Mist Monastery.

Typically avoiding contact with them, upon encounter, retreating became instinctive, even avoiding counterattacks during assaults.

Yet, in a corner of the mist, things differ slightly.

"Oops, sorry about that, accidentally killed one."

The white-haired boy, holding the lifeless ghost wolf's body, apologetically smiled at the dumbfounded wolf pack.

Then tossed the corpse to the tallest alpha ahead.

The alpha, dazed, glanced at the boy, then its favorite mate... the body.

Its eyes instantly turned red, anger enveloping the surrounding twenty-plus ghost wolves.

The entire forest grew lethal, with over twenty pairs of crimson eyes locked onto the boy.

"Hey, I apologized! What more do you want?"

The boy shrugged innocently:

"Besides, it attacked me first..."

"But what's done is done, no need to be so upset, life must push forward... Seems this notion is not acceptable to you."

Awroo—

The ancient forest cloaked in mist shuddered with the alpha's furious roar, the grey wolf pack turning transparent.

They swiftly blended into the mist, charging simultaneously from all directions at the central boy.

They sought revenge for their fallen kin!

"Everyone saw it! You made the first move!"

Herbert, wielding a longsword glowing with sacred radiance, gazed excitedly at the advancing creatures.

"Now... I'm justified in defending myself!"

Even though the wolves acted first, Herbert launched the attack!

"Boiling Blood."

Thump thump.

Herbert darted forward like a white lightning bolt into the pack, his steps light yet swift.

In an instant, as he neared the wolves, he swung his longsword, slicing through the mist with a golden arc, slashing towards the front ghost wolves.