A mysterious visitor

Zhao Xu, who was driving the carriage, didn't think that he would one day really be chased by a pack of Winter Wolves.

He didn't even need to turn his head to feel the snowflakes that were stirred up by the Winter Wolf Army's charge.

At this moment, he was controlling the warhorse while casting the 'minor healing' spell from the previous circle on the warhorse, which had run out of stamina and suffered internal injuries.

To Zhao Xu, who was a spellcaster who had both the mystical and the divine, he could basically be self-sufficient in whatever happened.

Spells were the best treasure chest.

Even though the Army of Winter Wolves behind him was extremely fast, there were a few times when they almost caught up to him, but Zhao Xu's temporary means of speeding up were always able to break through their defenses.

After a period of exhaustion, these Winter Wolves had also fallen into a state of exhaustion and could only follow from far behind.