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Even the mighty Lu Bu needs to rely on righteousness for support. The splendor of the noble families marks the darkest hour for the common people. Unless one possesses extraordinary abilities, few can turn the tide in adversity.
As Yun Xiao Yi and Zhao Yun engaged in a friendly exchange on the ground, a sudden exclamation broke through from the side. "There are wolves, Second Brother! The wolves are coming!" Zhao Yang shouted.
Hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately drew his sword, alert to his surroundings. Although Yun Xiao Yi did not fully understand his words, she sensed the urgency in Zhao Yun's reaction and began to scan the area as well.
A few dozen steps away, a pack of gaunt, hungry wolves emerged from the thicket, their eyes gleaming with ferocity as they fixed their gaze on the Dwarf Deer and the others. These were not just any wolves; they were starving, vicious beasts.
Ordinary people like Yun Xiao Yi might have felt fear at this moment, but now she was transformed, clad in sturdy Iron Armor. To her, these wild wolves posed little more than a trivial challenge.
Unaware of Yun Xiao Yi's transformation, Zhao Yun took a step forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her and Zhao Yang. Facing the pack alone, his expression remained unyielding, filled only with a desire for battle.
Unfortunately for him, Yun Xiao Yi had no intention of showcasing personal bravery. With ample supplies at hand, why should she step onto the battlefield to confront the wolves? Such an action would be inefficient and increase the risk of injury.
In ancient times, medical conditions were extremely limited; even a minor infection could prove fatal. Thus, the best strategy was to eliminate potential threats before they could manifest, demonstrating to these Eastern Han wolves what a true iron fist looked like.
With Zhao Yun and Zhao Yang looking on in astonishment, Yun Xiao Yi retrieved her workshop and swiftly transformed iron ore into Iron Ingots. She then crafted a complete set of Iron Armor—including a helmet, chest plate, leg guards, and boots—along with several Iron Swords.
Afterward, she handed over the equipment and weapons to the two men.
"What!?" The two stared in disbelief at the items on the ground, their shock beyond words. Where had this massive wooden workshop come from?
But how could this Workshop seemingly create Iron Armor and Iron Swords out of nothing? Yun Xiao Yi wanted to explain, but the language barrier left him powerless. In desperation, he attempted to gesture and wrote the word "wear" on the ground.
Due to the external crisis, Zhao Yun and Zhao Yang did not dwell on it for long and quickly picked up the Iron Armor from the ground. Although the amount of Iron Armor was moderate, it did not completely match their body structures; for Zhao Yun, it felt a bit tight, while for Zhao Yang, it was slightly loose.
Just as they were puzzled about how to wear it, something strange happened. The Iron Armor flowed into their skin like liquid, perfectly adapting to their body shapes. This sight caused Zhao Yun and Zhao Yang to experience a collapse of their worldview. After exchanging glances, they looked at Yun Xiao Yi with newfound respect.
They picked up the Iron Swords in their hands once more. In Chinese history, during the Qin and Han periods, iron smelting technology had seen some development, but the materials were still crude. Iron tools were prone to rust and lacked sharpness, requiring frequent maintenance.
In contrast, the Iron Sword crafted from the Workbench was not only sturdy and durable but also remained sharp without needing much upkeep—almost comparable to a divine weapon.
"What a great sword!" they exclaimed in unison.
Zhao Yun donned the shining silver armor and wielded a sharp Iron Sword, exuding an aura of authority and bravery that hinted at his future as the renowned Bai Ma Jiang Jun.
At that moment, the pack of hungry wolves finally gathered into formation. Yun Xiao Yi cast a quick glance and discovered that there were about twenty Head Wolves. For a single wild wolf, this could be considered a massive legion.
Among the pack, the most striking figure was the leader, whose robust physique stood in stark contrast to the lean forms of its companions. It was not hard to guess that this was the key reason it could lead the others.
With a long howl from the Wolf King, the wolves seemed to receive their charge order and surged forward.
Zhao Yun, of course, was unafraid. Though still young, his ability to follow Zhao Yun into such perilous situations demonstrated his courage and bravery. The two accurately assessed the approaching wolves and swung their Iron Swords.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The two appeared like deities on the battlefield; with just a few light strikes, they cleaved those wild wolves attempting to approach them in half.
Soon after, Yun Xiao Yi joined the fray. Although he had never received Martial Arts training, he relied on his sturdy Iron Armor for protection and the characteristics of the game world to push back the wolves that lunged at him time and again.
However, the fallen wolves did not deter the pack; instead, it ignited their primal instincts. Their eyes turned blood-red, and their attacks grew increasingly ferocious.
The Wolf King hid among its pack, waiting for an opening to strike at Zhao Yang's throat.
"Fourth Brother!"
Yun Xiao Yi felt a surge of anger and fought even more fiercely, leaving no room for the wolves to retaliate. Yet, a sound of clashing metal shattered the standoff—the Wolf King's teeth had shattered in that collision.
The Wolf King was momentarily stunned. Before it could react, Zhao Yun swiftly arrived and cleaved it in two with a single stroke of his sword.
"Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" Zhao Yun asked as he continued to wield his Iron Sword with rapid precision among the wolves, slaying more of those that charged at them.
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