I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 431: Max’s Punishment
The remaining beastmen were so angry their noses were crooked; no matter how stupid they were, they knew that Snow Wolf was intentionally toying with them.
This time they completely lost track of the opponent, so they could only temporarily rest to reorganize, treat their injured companions, and deal with the remaining body parts of the companions eaten by magic beasts.
A depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire beastman army.
These warriors were all close soldiers who obeyed Doan; usually, following him earned them considerable profit, and their status in the Kingdom was higher than other warriors. When had they ever suffered such a huge loss?
More than half of the leading close soldiers had died; only one remained, a vice-general from the Leopard tribe whom Doan usually trusted very much. At this moment, he tried to rally their spirits, commanding the warriors to clean up the battlefield.
The wind was bitingly cold. Max ran at extremely high speed; the cold wind blowing against his face cut almost like a knife.
Max’s whole body was wrapped in dense beast power, so he naturally wasn’t afraid. Doan had fallen into a coma when he met with disaster, but soon woke up during this brutal torture.
Besides the pain, the first thing Doan felt was the thick smell of blood. Aside from the smell on his own body, the scent lingering at the tip of his nose was mixed with the blood of many types of beastmen. His nerves immediately tensed up, remembering what happened before he passed out.
"You deliberately lured magic beasts to attack my subordinates!" Doan’s face was twisted, as ugly as a demon.
Max shook the long fur on his body. At this moment, snow began to fall from the sky again; in a while, the battlefield over there would likely be completely covered by snow.
Ignoring the angry roar by his ear, Max leaped high, climbing to the highest mountain peak.
Doan’s heart also hung high following Max’s movements. He was scared out of his wits, quickly changing his tone, no longer daring to use a questioning voice, and said fawningly:
"You have vented your anger, can you spare me? I can give you whatever you want."
No matter what, survive first, wait until he returned to the Kingdom... Doan lowered his head, hiding the viciousness in his eyes.
While they were speaking, Max had reached the top of the mountain; the surroundings were all mountain rocks covered in thick snow.
He put Doan down. Before a look of joy could appear on Doan’s face, a cold light flashed. Doan only felt his limbs go ice-cold, followed by severe pain.
Looking down, he saw that his limbs had all been severed. Doan let out a miserable scream. Realizing this Snow Wolf had no intention of sparing him, and facing imminent death, he stopped pretending and wailed and cursed:
"Damned Snow Wolf! You will all become slaves of the Kingdom sooner or later! You bunch of idiots, betrayed by the Black Wolves and still wanting to save them, hahaha. Do you know that back then, most of the Snow Wolves actually died at our hands? Idiots, haha, a bunch of idiots!"
His face was twisted and ugly, blood smeared all over it, and his whole body had no intact spot, his limbs severed at the roots. To alleviate the pain in his body, he kept opening his mouth to provoke the Snow Wolf.
Since he couldn’t survive anyway, he had to make the Snow Wolf unhappy before he died.
Max finally gave him a reaction.
The gigantic Snow Wolf slowly lowered his head, intense hatred welling up in his ink-black eyes.
"Our guess was indeed correct; there was indeed someone pulling the strings behind the Black Wolves. Back then, even if they betrayed the Snow Wolves, with the Snow Wolves’ strength, we couldn’t have suffered such heavy casualties. So that’s how it was, so that’s how it was."
The icy voice rang in Doan’s ear. He wasn’t afraid; instead, he sneered a few times.
"If we didn’t do that, wouldn’t the Snow Wolves have taken a share of our profits?"
Max looked at this beastman with the hateful face, intense anger and hatred rising in his heart. He really wanted to tear Doan into pieces with his own hands.
But in a fleeting moment, he lowered his claws, turned his head to look at the steep cliff, gave a cold laugh, and kicked Doan down.
"Ah!"
Suddenly losing gravity, Doan thought the Snow Wolf had been provoked by him and finally wanted to kill him. He couldn’t help but be scared out of his wits, screaming loudly.
But the scream didn’t last long before Doan heavily landed on a protruding rock.
He no longer had limbs and could only squirm and lift his upper body like a worm. He saw that amidst the snowy sky, on this treacherous mountain, he had happened to fall onto a protruding area of less than three square meters. If he wasn’t careful when turning over, he could fall into the bottomless abyss below.
In that instant, Doan didn’t know whether to be happy or not. He was lucky to survive, yes, but in this place, he didn’t know if his subordinates could find him...
"I won’t let you die so pleasantly."
Max looked at Doan like a dead dog down below, a look of pleasure flashing in his eyes. He had the lives of so many beastmen in his hands; dying easily would be too cheap for him.
"At least more than half of your subordinates are dead. The remaining useless ones can’t catch up to my speed. Do you think they can find their way here?"
Max sneered and said: "I want you to be unable to live or die here, until the last bit of warmth on your body disappears and the last drop of blood freezes into ice."
When he woke up from the coma, he had indeed missed the battlefield. Doan thought of that terrifying Ice Frost Giant Bear; his subordinate warriors would definitely have a very hard time dealing with it.
Thinking of this, Doan couldn’t help but start to feel fear. The strength of the Snow Wolf before him far exceeded his imagination, able to toy with a super high-level magic beast and his thousands of subordinate warriors in the palm of his hand. Then could this Snow Wolf’s words be...
"No... I beg you, spare me, save me!" Doan screamed miserably, begging.
The grievance in Max’s heart dissipated a little: "The number of beastmen who died at your hands is not small. When they begged you, why didn’t I see you spare them? If you want relief, jump down yourself."
After saying that, he no longer lingered and turned to leave, his long silver-white fur flying in the cold wind like silk.
"Damned Snow Wolf! Your Snow Wolf tribe will be leveled by the Kingdom sooner or later! When that time comes, the fate of your clansmen might not be any better than mine. Do you know how the Snow Wolves begged at my feet back then, hahaha..."
Doan’s mournful and piercing voice echoed amidst the snow-covered cliffs, but his words could no longer attract the Snow Wolf.
Sometimes cursing, sometimes begging, in his heart he hoped some beastman would discover his existence. But this was a place Max had carefully chosen; not a single beastman tribe could be seen for hundreds of kilometers around.
As for the beastmen of the Golden Kingdom who followed him here, because of the heavy casualties, they could only send a few hundred beastmen to search for his traces everywhere.
But the strength of these beastmen couldn’t catch up to Max. They could only search everywhere like headless flies, fundamentally unable to guess that their elder was hanging on the cliff of some mountain to catch the cold wind.
