Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method

After killing two wolves, Levi found that the alpha was missing.

And a massive force knocked him forward, face-first into the snow.

The alpha wolf must’ve taken advantage of his bloodshed and sneaked around behind him.

The wolf rushed up and bit at Levi’s head but was greeted with an elbow to its face. He protected his neck and retaliated, hitting the wolf with all he had.

The wolf leapt backwards, and Levi hurriedly supported himself by a big tree, panting. He underestimated the IQ of these beasts.

The wolf didn’t run. It instead howled, calling wolves to come to its assistance.

Levi was soon surrounded by five mountain wolves.

Even if you are a Quasi Knight, you may die.

“Sh*t,” Knight Fred cursed, ready to make a move at any time. “However, being able to master Vibrate in such a short time is commendable.”

Levi dodged to the side swiftly, trying his best to evade the mountain wolves pouncing at him.

With their size and number advantage, there is no way to completely avoid them.

Some of them bit at his armour, but they couldn’t bite through it.

This is the difference in power between beasts and humans—his armour was like a second skin to him. Being able to manoeuvre himself in such heavy armour was daunting, to say the least.

His breathing method burnt at his muscles violently, and he started feeling tired.

He had to make a quick decision and imbue his sword with immense energy.

In a single, swift slash, the mountain wolves perished under his blade.

The cunning alpha tried to escape again but was shot in the head by Levi.

Looking at the corpses of the wolves, he analyzed the situation: “My armour is a great barrier for the wolves to overcome, but against other knights, my armour may be useless.”

Despite this, he was satisfied. He was sure he increased his proficiency meter by 30 or 40 points, which is equivalent to a day’s or two’s worth of training.

Hunger took over him, and he quickly took out the prepared food to relieve his appetite.

Knight Fred dropped down from the tree and said, “We packed up for our journey back down the mountain. We should leave soon; the smell of blood is strong, and it may attract stronger beasts.”

Levi nodded. If he had to deal with tens or hundreds of wolves, he would die.

The fur of the wolves was soft, so it was suitable for making jackets. Their meat was also a good source of food, given their size.

Emptying the uneaten viscera into a river, Levi tied all of the carcasses of the deer and wolves to a makeshift sledge and dragged it down the mountain with Knight Fred.

As soon as they left, they could hear countless wolf howls that echoed through the forest.

These wolves formed a circle around the corpses and wailed in a low voice. A giant, silver wolf stood out amongst the crowd of wolves, and its pristine mane hugged its neck gracefully.

Obviously, this was the Wolf King. Looking at the remaining corpses, its eyes flashed with complicated feelings before feasting upon them.

In the cold winter, no food could be wasted.

After eating, the wolf lay down on a boulder and stared at the sledge dents in the snow.

The Wolf King decided to follow the trail—beasts like them rarely confront humans, but they have been lacking in prey. It was hard to feed a hundred wolves under his command.

And the livestock of humans was very tempting.

After returning, the servants and soldiers welcomed Levi with open arms.

“Patrol well tonight. Some wolves may come to retaliate; let the blacksmiths forge more arrows,” Levi said coldly, then went to rest for a bit.

The main fortifications of the castle had been repaired, and there were fifty men under his command. Although their weapons were all farm tools, like pitchforks, they should have no problem dealing with a mountain wolf.

Besides, they were eating well—this hunt had greatly enriched the castle’s meat reserves.

Levi could recklessly practice his breathing method for a period of time again.

The month of vitality swept away, welcoming the month of green, lush grass (April).

The chilly air gradually faded, and it was getting warm. The snow on the low valley plains had melted, and green, lush grass sprouted with vitality.

The serfs in Blackwater Valley had begun to sow wheat, and the military would help them after their training.

If the weather is good, they can harvest this around the month of the wheat field (September).

Spring was in full bloom, and the valley was thriving. The heavy snow had receded, which meant the passage to the outside world was now open.

On this day, Levi opened his eyes as he was practising. Just three days ago, he received an unexpected invitation letter.