Xia Nan was all too familiar with the wounds on the coyotes before him.
Dark purple bruises formed from blunt force trauma on their skin and muscles, with small puncture wounds possibly made by rusty nails or similar sharp objects.
Some appeared to be slash wounds caused by sharp human weapons. A closer look revealed that the edges of these wounds were jagged, as if cut by a saw, with flayed flesh exposing greyish-yellow rust spots.
Poorly made yet inexplicably sturdy wooden sticks, rusty knives and swords scavenged from adventurers' corpses...
Along with the filthy, putrid, and sickening stench that surrounded the coyotes, a smell Xia Nan found strangely intoxicating and familiar.
By now, he knew exactly what the hunting coyotes had encountered.
Goblins!
It was goblins!
His beast eyes narrowed, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, his chest heaved along with his rapid breaths.
The wolf tail behind him wagged furiously, and Xia Nan felt an indescribable urgency rise within him.
