Just call me Thor - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: How did you fix it?
Dog devours the sun.

That was Apollo’s prophecy.

However, when Apollo uttered those four words, he probably didn’t envision this many dogs: Cerberus, Chaos Claw Tiger, two White Wolf Kings…

Even with their combined efforts, devouring the sun was a time-consuming endeavor.

Meanwhile, Mike and the others weren’t just standing around.

He gazed towards the northwest, his expression grave.

[Friendly reminder: there’s a magical valley in the northwest direction]

[It’s called the Valley of the Fallen Wolves]

Even without the Eye of Truth’s prompt, Mike had already guessed it.

The White Wolf King had been searching for the enemy in the wilderness, the elusive Nature Elf Envoy.

Little did he know, she was hiding right under their noses, in the Valley of the Fallen Wolves!

Dracula, seemingly bored, sauntered over to Mike and casually remarked, “Son, remember that question you asked me earlier?”

Dracula’s son: ???

Father, are you hearing things? I didn’t say anything!

Dracula continued, “You asked me if the Nature Elf Envoy and the Wolf Alpha were working together, right?”

Dracula’s son was even more confused.

What was going on?

Had his father lost his mind?

Dracula nodded, as if confirming his son’s unspoken question. “That’s right. You guessed it. The Nature Elf Envoy and the Wolf Alpha are indeed in cahoots. The Blood Ancestor himself told me so. The Wolf Alpha has always sought to reach greater heights, even if it means seeking the help of the elves.”

Of course, Dracula wasn’t speaking to his son.

He was speaking to Thor!

Mike’s expression turned serious.

He had suspected that the wilderness wolf, the former Wolf Alpha, might still be lurking somewhere in the wilderness.

Now, the worst-case scenario had come to pass.

The wilderness wolf and the Nature Elf Envoy were working together!

Mike quickly checked his Charge Up, relieved to see that it was already maxed out on the 30th floor.

No problem then.

“Elven powerhouses are known for their underhanded tactics,” Dracula continued, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. “They love nothing more than to strike from the shadows. You can never let your guard down around them.”

Speaking of striking from the shadows, Dracula’s son suddenly remembered something. “Father,” he blurted out, “didn’t you have a move that could easily deflect the elves’ arrows?”

His voice grew more excited, his face beaming with pride. “I remember you once blocked an arrow from the Elf Ancestor himself!”

“That was a long time ago,” Dracula said, waving his hand dismissively. “I don’t like to dwell on the past.”

Mike caught his drift.

“Dracula, come here.” He beckoned the vampire closer. “I heard you broke my radio?”

Dracula: …

Damn it!

After all that exposition, after laying the groundwork so carefully…

Even when fishing, you needed bait on the hook, right?

Dracula took a deep breath and produced the mangled remains of the recording device. “It’s not broken!” he insisted.

“Look, this button records, this one plays back, and this one unleashes a blood clan forbidden spell…”

Mike stared at the modified device, impressed despite himself.

Well played, Dracula.

“How did you fix it?” Mike asked, his curiosity piqued.

To think Dracula had managed to tinker with such advanced technology…

It was truly remarkable.

“Simple. I sealed a Succubus inside to handle the recording,” Dracula explained confidently. “Just replace the Succubus every three hundred years, and you’re good to go.”

Mike: …

That’s not how you’re supposed to use a Succubus!

Free her this instant!

Setting aside the matter of the Succubus-powered recording device, Mike and Dracula quickly struck a deal.

If the Nature Elf Envoy attacked, Dracula would intercept her ranged attacks.

In exchange, Mike would provide Dracula with blood from various Vampire Princes, helping him regain his peak strength as a ninth-tier Prince.

“Deal!”

With everything in place, Mike turned his attention back to the northwest, towards the Valley of the Fallen Wolves.

The sun behind them had been devoured by more than half.

“How long are they going to wait?”

Just as he thought that, a prompt appeared before him.

[Activate long-distance HD live stream – Valley of the Fallen Wolves?]

[Cost: One Sage Mode usage]

“Can I watch it in 360p for free?” Mike asked tentatively.

[…]

[Free 720p HD live stream activated!]

Instantly, the Valley of the Fallen Wolves appeared before Mike’s eyes!

…

Valley of the Fallen Wolves.

Hidden beneath the remains of over thirty thousand White Wolf King corpses were two formidable figures.

“ROAR!”

A colossal gray wolf burst forth from the ground, its towering form casting a long shadow over the valley.

It stood fifty feet tall, dwarfing ordinary wolves. A single glance from its piercing green eyes could strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest warriors.

The former alpha of the werewolves, hailed as the strongest wolf in history!

Its nostrils flared, releasing plumes of white vapor as its fur bristled, its gaze fixed on the setting sun.

Behind it, a graceful Nature Elf emerged.

She stood seven feet tall, her longbow even taller, her limbs slender yet powerful, her lithe frame boasting a pair of surprisingly ample breasts.

Her tanned skin, pointed ears, and piercing blue eyes, even partially obscured by a veil, radiated an undeniable aura of power.

“Don’t forget our agreement,” the wilderness wolf growled, its voice a low rumble.

“Fear not,” the Nature Elf Envoy replied, her voice as clear as a mountain stream. “Once the deed is done, the Heart of Life is yours. With it, you can break through to level 995 and reclaim your rightful place as alpha.”

The wilderness wolf shook its head, muttering something cryptic. “It’s no use… The title of alpha… will never be mine again.”

There was something the wilderness wolf wasn’t saying.

Among werewolves, the stronger they were, the more acutely they could sense and perceive the current Wolf Alpha.

The White Wolf King, at level 989, believed the current Wolf Alpha to be the strongest in history.

The wilderness wolf, at level 994, was on the cusp of pseudo-godhood.

And he could sense that the current Wolf Alpha was more powerful than all previous alphas combined!

If the current Wolf Alpha were to appear, they could easily crush both the wilderness wolf and the Nature Elf Envoy!

“Let’s focus on the task at hand.”

The Nature Elf Envoy stood beside the wilderness wolf, her longbow in hand.

The bow was crafted from the spine of the Sun Elf Envoy!

Two of the three most powerful Elf Envoys had fallen by her hand.

This bow and arrow set, though individually SS-rank equipment, when combined, could briefly rival the power of SSS-rank equipment!

It was one of her most prized trump cards!

She drew back the bowstring, her aim unwavering.

An arrow, launched from a thousand miles away, hurtled towards its target.

This devastating attack, imbued with the power of a vengeful god, spelled certain doom for its intended victim.

Or so the Nature Elf Envoy thought.

Until… a man clad in white appeared in her vision.

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

A series of explosions rocked the valley, smoke and debris obscuring the battlefield.

As the dust settled, the Nature Elf Envoy stared in disbelief.

She saw…

The black arrow, stopped dead in its tracks by the white-clad man’s single finger!

The arrowhead couldn’t even pierce his skin!