A moment later, Lex buried the thick, sharpened branches collected by Matthew and sharpened by himself and Leon, the two Hunters, into the ground, pointing them diagonally towards the bushes.
This way, any wild wolves that stumbled through the bushes would either fall into a trap or have to kiss the sharp, arm-thick branches with their bodies.
After setting up these traps, Lex felt that the Hunter potion seemed to have been digested a little.
It was an indescribable and very wonderful feeling.
At this moment, a faint, pungent smell was already wafting from the distant forest, and Lex's keen sense of smell acted again, reminding him to leave quickly.
The group continued down the mountain, finding suitable locations along the way and using Materials from their bodies or surroundings to set simple but effective traps.
Lex even deliberately left behind items with his scent, such as his hat or handkerchief, to ensure the wolf pack would step directly into the traps.
And by the feedback of scent and sound, Lex found that as time passed, the wolf pack's scent gradually faded, and the sounds they made became increasingly faint, which indirectly indicated that the traps they had set were working, and the number of wolves chasing them had significantly decreased.
When Lex emerged from a clump of bushes, he saw the dark blue sky as night began to fall, and the faint lights of the distant lumber mill; they had escaped from Eberly Mountain.
"We made it."
Leon, sweating profusely, gasped with a smile, "We got rid of those terrible things."
Lex was about to respond when he suddenly caught an unusual rustling sound in his ears, and the foul, pungent smell wafted into his nostrils again.
Then he saw three dark figures emerge from the bushes not far ahead, and several clusters of emerald green flames appeared in the gradually darkening night.
Three unusual male wolves with green flames flickering in their eyes snorted hot air from their nostrils, letting out deep, threatening growls, cautiously approaching and surrounding the four of them.
"Shit!"
Big Beard raised his shotgun, but before he could fire, the wild wolf he was aiming at jumped away.
Under the gaze of the wild wolves, Lex felt danger, which made him somewhat confused.
Admittedly, these abnormal beasts posed a considerable threat to ordinary people, but he was already a Hunter, and he didn't think three wild wolves could pose a threat.
So where did this feeling of danger come from?
Lex secretly paid attention, had Matthew hold the torch high, and he himself held the revolver, spun out the cylinder, looked at the remaining four bullets, adjusted slightly, and then raised the gun to point at the wild wolf beside him.
A male wolf tentatively charged over, Leon shot at it, but it agilely darted left and right, dodging two attacks, and was finally killed by concentrated fire from Leon and Big Beard.
The remaining two male wolves immediately launched an attack; Lex had anticipated them and, through premonition, after one mistake, Lex used three bullets to end the lives of these two male wolves.
And with the last shot, he fired an extra round, but the revolver clicked, failing to fire a bullet, as if the ammunition in the cylinder had been used up.
Just at this moment.
A dark shadow pounced from a nearby bush, lunging towards Lex.
Seeing that he was about to be hit, Lex took a horizontal step, then retreated three steps with a "thump, thump, thump," creating distance, causing the thing to miss.
He didn't have time to figure out what it was; he only knew that this dark shadow was the culprit that had caused his sense of crisis.
After retreating, he rushed forward again, closing the distance, and his other hand, already resting on the hilt of his knife, pulled out the sharp machete he had borrowed from Leon.
The blade reflected the firelight, cut through the evening wind, and swung out a beautiful arc, striking the dark shadow.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out from the shadow, and the opponent retreated sharply with a whoosh.
Lex spun around and raised his arm, using the rotation to add force, wielding the knife like a spear, and threw it out.
The dark shadow, still in mid-air, somehow changed direction, avoided the machete, landed on the other side, and then pounced like a cannonball.
At this moment, Lex calmly raised his revolver and pulled the trigger; the flame spewing from the muzzle illuminated a strange face.
It looked young, but its face was wrinkled, and it had coarse black hair on its lips and chin.
This thing seemed not to have expected that Lex's seemingly empty revolver could still be used, and it was caught off guard.
It was shot in the chest, splattering blood, and flew backward.
When it landed in the grass, it moved swiftly, running like a beast, and instantly disappeared in the direction of Eberly Mountain.
Only then did Lex feel a shiver, and a wave of lingering fear surged into his heart.
This was his first battle, a planned and purposeful battle!
In this battle, Lex used three 'traps'.
After sensing danger, Lex adjusted the order of the bullets in the cylinder, setting an empty chamber.
When he killed those wild wolves, he deliberately fired a fourth shot to create the illusion that the pistol was out of ammunition; this was his first trap.
This trap successfully drew out that thing.
Then, during the battle, he threw out the machete, giving the opponent the illusion that he had no weapon left, which was the second trap.
The last trap, of course, was the fourth bullet in the pistol, which successfully wounded the thing that didn't seem to be human.
It was a bit regrettable that, as it was his first battle, Lex was still too nervous and fired before raising his arm high enough.
Otherwise, this bullet would not have pierced his opponent's chest, but rather his head.
Lex felt that the Hunter potion had digested some more, seemingly because he had made good use of the 'traps'.
In addition, the movements and figure of that thing just now reminded Lex of the murder case that happened in an alley near Memorial Square a few days ago.
The figure he had struck and repelled with his cane at that time seemed to be the same as the strange thing just now.
"What was that?"
Leon walked over, looking in the direction where the strange thing had left.
Lex shook his head; he also didn't know, and at this moment, lights gradually appeared from Eberly Mountain, and Hunters began to escape.
It was already dinner time when they returned to the town; upon entering the hall, his mother, Amelia, saw Lex's torn coat, the mud on his shoes, and his face, which, despite being washed, still had stains.
Amelia gasped, covering her mouth, "Lex, where have you been?"
Lex cleared his throat, "Nothing, I went hunting."
"Go wash up quickly, then come to the dining room for dinner."
Lex nodded and quickly returned to his room with Matthew.
After he had washed up, changed into clean clothes, and entered the dining room, he saw his father, Bison, talking with his mother.
"Hal complained bitterly to me this afternoon; he complained that the Grain Act should not have been abolished, which forced him to lower grain prices to compete with grain imported from southern Feynapotter, Masin, Lenburg, and other countries."