NABC Chapter 67 The Giant Eagle Under the Moon
Chapter 67 The Giant Eagle Under the Moon
Jiang Ming snorted coldly and suddenly stretched his right hand out of the window.
Before the plains wolf could react, a large hand covered in metal gauntlets pressed down on its head.
Jiang Ming's five fingers, like hooks, sank deeply into the wolf's skull.
"Die!"
He exerted his strength and slammed the wolf's head hard against the concrete railing.
boom.
The wolf's head shattered, and its body fell from the second floor like a tattered sack.
A pack of wolves wandering downstairs let out a flurry of low growls.
Jiang Ming returned to the dormitory and told Wang Yang and the others the news, asking them to remind Zhao Yanzhi and the others.
"sleep."
"We'll take turns keeping watch; Old Wang goes first."
He lay on the blood-stained bed, closed his eyes, and the sword lay horizontally beside him.
In this crazy world, a good night's sleep is more precious than gold.
But for him, as long as he still has a sword in his hand, everywhere is a safe zone.
Wang Yang sat on an overturned bucket behind the door, with the Blazing Battle Axe resting across his knees.
The faint red light emanating from the axe blade illuminated his weary face.
"Brother Jiang, when will this ever end?"
He lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Jiang Ming did not open his eyes.
"Headless."
"Either kill monsters to become stronger, or die."
Li Bin sat in another corner, gently polishing the tip of the highly venomous piercing weapon with a whetstone.
The rustling sound was particularly jarring in the quiet room.
"I observed the wolves' tactics; they were probing our defensive weaknesses."
Li Bin pushed up his glasses, a cold, rational glint flashing behind the lenses.
"They're not just raiding at night; they're hunting in a circle."
"Just like when we hunted those goblins yesterday."
Zhong Chengyu sat to the side, bandaging the laceration on the web of his hand with gauze.
That was a wolf's claw wound; it wasn't deep, but it was burning with pain.
"Are they organized?"
He asked, somewhat incredulously.
"There must be a wolf king."
Jiang Ming opened his eyes and stared at the cracks in the ceiling.
"The wolf king hasn't shown up yet."
"It's waiting, waiting for us to get tired, waiting for us to make mistakes."
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Only the occasional sound of a girl crying in the distance reminded them that this was not a dream.
Half an hour later.
Soft footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Wang Yang gripped the axe handle tightly in an instant, his whole body like a fully drawn bow.
"Who?"
He let out a low growl.
"It's me, Xu Shishi."
Xu Shishi's tired voice came from outside the door.
"I brought some hot water and dry food. Su Xiao said you haven't had dinner yet."
Wang Yang glanced at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming nodded slightly.
Wang Yang pulled open the desk blocking the door, opening it a crack.
Xu Shishi walked in carrying a plastic basin, followed by Su Xiaoxiao.
Both of them appeared to have washed their faces, but the fear in their eyes still lingered.
"Are you settled in outside?"
Jiang Ming sat up.
"The wounded are all concentrated on the fourth floor, and Zhao Yanzhi's men are guarding them."
Xu Shishi put down the basin, which contained several pieces of roasted venison and a pot of hot water.
"We don't have enough medication, so those girls... are very emotionally unstable."
"They don't need to be stable, as long as they don't cause trouble."
Jiang Ming picked up a piece of venison and began to chew it heartily.
Venison is sour and has a tough texture, but it is still a rare delicacy nowadays.
Every calorie is a lifeline for survival.
Su Xiaoxiao squatted down next to Jiang Ming, wanting to help him wipe the bloodstains off his gauntlets.
Jiang Ming brushed her hand away.
"Stop messing with it, it'll get on your skin again tomorrow."
Su Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, said nothing, and simply sat quietly to the side.
"Jiang Ming, do you think we can hold out?"
Xu Shishi looked at Jiang Ming with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Jiang Ming swallowed the meat in his mouth.
"We must defend it even if we can't."
"It's nighttime now, and this building is our only foothold."
"If we lose this place, those beasts outside will use a war of attrition to wear us down."
He looked out the window, and even through the curtains, he could feel the oppressive atmosphere.
"Tomorrow morning, Lao Wang and Lao Li, you two come out with me."
"Where to?"
Wang Yang was stunned for a moment.
"Find the Wolf King."
Jiang Ming's voice was as cold as ice.
"Only by killing it will the pack of wolves disperse."
"Otherwise, they would keep many people waiting in school until they die."
Xu Shishi asked, "Is there anything you need me to do?"
"Guard the second floor. No matter what happens, don't let anyone open the door."
Jiang Ming lay back down and pulled a pink blanket over himself.
"Go to sleep."
"I have a feeling there will be a battle tonight."
Xu Shishi and Su Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance and silently left the room.
They knew that any words of comfort or weakness were superfluous in front of this man.
He doesn't need sympathy; he only needs absolute obedience and fighting.
It wasn't even midnight yet.
The wolf howls gradually subsided.
But that ever-present sense of crisis remained firmly in everyone's mind.
Jiang Ming opened his eyes in the darkness, listening to the occasional sound of messy claws scratching the walls downstairs.
He gripped the hilt of the horse-slaying sword tightly.
The [Synthesis] interface flickers slightly on the retina.
There are quite a few things that can be synthesized, but he feels there's no need to reveal them yet.
After all, all he needs to do now is kill monsters; more experience is equivalent to obtaining more materials.
Just as Jiang Ming was about to fall asleep again.
A dull thud suddenly came from the direction of the dormitory roof.
Immediately following was the sound of something heavy being dragged across the rooftop.
Jiang Ming suddenly sat up.
That's not a wolf.
That was something bigger and heavier than a wolf.
"Old Wang, wake up."
He nudged Wang Yang, who was fast asleep.
Wang Yang grabbed the axe in a daze.
"What's wrong, Brother Jiang? Has a wolf broken in?"
"There's movement on the roof."
Jiang Ming put on the breastplate, his movements swift and silent.
"I suspect that the eagle started attacking the dormitory building."
He glanced out the window.
The Swiftwind Ironfeather Eagle had vanished without a trace.
There was nothing in the night sky.
Jiang Ming's heart sank.
"Let's go up to the roof."
He grabbed the sword, opened the door, and ran towards the stairwell.
Zhao Yanzhi was dozing off against the wall in the stairwell when he was awakened by Jiang Ming's noise.
"What's wrong?"
"There's some noise on the roof, come with me upstairs to take a look."
Jiang Ming, along with Wang Yang and Li Bin, rushed up the stairs at top speed.
Each step on the stairs produced a heavy echo.
The door leading to the rooftop terrace was open.
As Jiang Minggang came up, the cold night wind blew directly at him.
On the rooftop, the moonlight was like silver.
A huge black shadow was facing away from them, its head down, tearing at something.
It was that Swiftwind Iron-Feathered Eagle.
It was standing in the center of the rooftop, with a girl under its feet.
The girl had been disemboweled, her intestines spilling out onto the ground.
Hearing the noise, the giant eagle slowly turned its head.
Those dark red eyes gleamed with a cruel light in the moonlight.
It spread its wings, and its wingspan almost covered half of the rooftop.
"brute."
Jiang Ming held his sword horizontally, its blade reflecting a cold, icy light in the moonlight.
"I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you've already delivered yourself to my doorstep."
The giant eagle let out a piercing shriek, its iron feathers flapping wildly.