Super Righteous Player
Chapter 727 - 268: Humanoid Frost Beast_1

Chapter 727: Chapter 268: Humanoid Frost Beast_1

Once they reached the smooth and bright mountain path, their progress noticeably increased.

When they could already make out the Viscount’s residence, Annan suddenly heard a rustling noise from the nearby woods.

"——Your Majesty."

A deep and extremely soft voice emerged, muffled from beneath Zorgen’s scarf.

He stepped forward to stand in front of Annan and gestured for him to hold onto one of his scarves.

Zorgen was wrapped in eight dark grey wool scarves, wound from his forehead down to his shoulders. The scarves of varying lengths hung around his body.

Beyond his silver-grey eyes, not an inch of skin was exposed. He was wrapped tighter than Tuan Zang; he could lie in a coffin and pass for a mummy.

After he stopped Annan, Zoya didn’t leave but gestured to the players to check out the situation.

She herself looked intently at the Viscount, not concealing her suspicion and alertness.

The three exchanged glances and, without hesitation, followed the sound.

Xitan Pulan directly astral-projected on the spot—a spectacle that took Viscount Dorgoruki aback and made him take a second glance at her.

However, no sounds of fighting came from the forest.

It wasn’t long before the players returned.

"...Your Majesty, we’ve captured a strange... little creature."

Four Dark Jokers looked somewhat perplexed and glanced at the elderly Viscount, hesitating to speak, "I think you should take a look..."

Their expressions were a mix of astonishment, curiosity, and delight.

It was like seeing the family cat suddenly transform into a cat-girl —

But when Annan saw what was trailing behind them, he instantly understood why they had such expressions.

——It was a young girl with white hair.

Very young and scantily clad. But her skin wasn’t dark or dry; on the contrary, it was so pale it was nearly luminous... to be precise, her skin was indeed translucent.

She had a pair of canine ears on her head and a white tail tucked beneath her.

Her hands were bound behind her back with vines, and there were also vines around her left ankle, tied off with a strand of the Drifter’s hair.

The "strange hairstyle" atop his head, resembling tree roots, had sent out a vine and roughly tied up the girl. Clearly, she was the one he had captured.

This was likely the Drifter’s ritual modification to compensate for the "Vine Strike Technique," which he couldn’t use in most environments—he could now carry vines with him.

Although the attire seemed a bit odd.

But players dressing in strange gear for the sake of attributes or special effects was a kind of tradition...

The white-haired girl kept trying to escape, but when she saw Annan, she paused, then crouched down like a canine, gazing at Annan with those silver pupils, timid yet with an eager light in her eyes.

"...A werewolf?"

The Viscount slightly furrowed his brow in displeasure, "Your Majesty, I do not recognize this wolf pup... it must be wild."

"Would you like me to dispose of her, Your Majesty?"

The tall and ghostly Zorgen spoke in a low and extremely soft voice.

As if understanding his words, the werewolf girl immediately bristled but dared not growl at the old man and instead whimpered as she backed away. But the Drifter blocked her path from behind.

Strangely, the Drifter didn’t dare touch her—as if electrocuted, he quickly retreated a few steps.

"Wait a moment, Zorgen."

Something stirred in Annan’s heart as if sensing something, "Do not attack her."

That familiar sensation...

He stepped forward, crouched down and extended his right hand towards the girl.

Seeing Annan leaning in, her eyes lit up.

"Whimper..."

She struggled to move closer but stumbled because her ankle was tied.

"Let her go."

Annan stood up and commanded softly.

The child hummed affirmatively, and the pale green vines detached from the girl and retracted into his hair as if alive.

But it seemed the vines had a layer of frost on them.

And the girl who had always wanted to escape stopped trying after seeing Annan. Instead, she affectionately rubbed against Annan’s side, hugged his waist, raised her head trying to lick his cheek but fell just a bit short—she was only tall enough to reach his chest.

——Just as expected.

Feeling the attraction deep in his blood, Annan fell into thought.

"This child is not a werewolf, or at least not in the traditional sense," he turned back and explained softly to the two Winter’s Hands who were frowning with worry, "She is... a Frost Beast."

"...A Frost Beast?"

Zoya was immediately astonished.

She suddenly remembered something, "I recall, His Highness Dmitry seems to have lost a werewolf in the form of a Frost Beast... "

"It must be her."

Annan replied, "I didn’t expect her to run here."

Zoya stepped forward, wanting to observe the girl closely—possibly the only humanoid Frost Beast in this world.

But as she approached, the girl’s pupils suddenly constricted into vertical slits. She got so nervous that her body stiffened—if not for Annan’s quick reaction to hold her tightly, she might have fled on the spot.

However, she still glared at Zoya fiercely, fearlessly, making a rumbling threat in her throat... though her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

"...Does this little thing fear Zorgen but not me?"

Zoya was somewhat amused by this.

Just as she thought to get closer, the girl suddenly opened her mouth and took a deep breath.

A pale white, phantom-like substance peeled off Zoya’s face and was sucked into the girl’s throat.

But immediately after, the girl started coughing as if she had choked.

Zoya’s stride halted abruptly.

Her pupils shook violently but quickly steadied.

"...It really is a Frost Beast."

Zoya’s voice turned somewhat deeper, and her mood became somber, but she was actually reassured.

Even well-trained Winter’s Hands could not fully resist a Frost Beast’s close-range active emotion consumption... despite it being just an underage Frost Beast.

But even the strongest Frost Beast would not harm the people of the Winter clan.

Frost Beasts themselves are Transcendent beings born from the curse of the "Blood of the Frigid Winter."

Just like using wooden paddles to imitate fins or leaves to imitate wings, the "Winter’s Hand," capable of paralyzing others’ emotions and consciousness, is a Transcendent profession born to mimic the survival mode of a Frost Beast.

But after all, Winter’s Hands are human.

Having emotions consumed by a Frost Beast inevitably feels highly uncomfortable.

However, a Frost Beast that consumes the emotions of a Winter’s Hand will also feel discomfort—it’s akin to the difference between eating a hot barbecued meat and one that has been frozen.

"Auntie Zoya, do you have any extra clothes?"

Annan asked Zoya.

"You want to take her with us... It’s possible. His Highness Dmitry has been looking for her for several months now... "

Zoya nodded and simply took off her coat, handing it to the girl.

Although Frost Beasts are not afraid of the cold and although she had no particular fondness for werewolves—she still could not stand to see a girl exposed in front of so many people.

However, the girl with the dog ears did not accept her kindness.

She just wriggled on the spot, her body shrinking and reverting back to the form of a white wolf.

This is an innate ability of werewolves—to transform into the animal form of their wolf kin.

...But even so, she still did not quite resemble a wolf.

She was not even as tall as Annan’s knee, a white fluffy mass. Small enough to be held in Annan’s arms.

"Is this... a white fox?"

Xitan Pulan watched the girl who had transformed back into her beast form with even more intensity in his eyes than before.

"...But only werewolves can shapeshift, and I’ve never heard of any fox people."

Four Dark Jokers spoke softly, "That’s why I think... it might be... "

"...a fox, a foxhound form of a werewolf?"