Regardless of any legends, the dual influence of terrain and magical energy radiation had created the Magalie Grand Canyon’s bizarre geography and ever-shifting natural climate.
Within the canyon, one could find every type of terrain: grasslands, mountains, jungles, swamps, and deserts.
Moreover, just one second it might be clear skies after rain, and the next, a terrifying thunderstorm could descend!
The great sandstorms were a natural disaster so fearsome that even official Wizards had to avoid their fury!
Fortunately, these massive sandstorms had predictable timing, which prevented the route from being completely abandoned.
Advancing in such an environment was an extremely severe test of a Wizard’s stamina and energy!
And the Liban Dire Wolf was a unique creature that grew within the Magalie Grand Canyon.
It seemed that through natural selection and the modifications of radiation, the ordinary mountain wolves had, over countless generations of survival, evolved abilities to perfectly adapt to the canyon’s terrain and climate.
Wizards on both sides captured, tamed, and modified these wolves, turning them into essential tools for crossing the great canyon.
Based on Leilin’s guess, there was certainly one or several large Wizard families collaborating behind the Broken Axe Bar; otherwise, they couldn’t possibly control such a huge profit.
*Pant!*
The Liban Dire Wolf ran swiftly across the grassland, occasionally leaping high to dodge obstacles in its path.
Its sharp wolf fangs and gleaming, chilling claws were sufficient to deal with most wild animals, buying the Wizards time to rest and cast spells.
*Rumble!*
In an instant, the sunny sky ahead, which had been filled with light moments before, was suddenly covered by dark clouds. Electric serpents writhed within them, and thunder rumbled.
Strangely, over on Leilin’s side, the weather remained pleasant with a gentle breeze. The sky above was half clear and half black, filled with a peculiar, eerie beauty.
“Thunderstorm approaching! Watch out for the rain!”
A voice called out from the front—it was the old man, their temporary leader.
The group had elected, through collective decision, the two who could openly show their faces as the provisional leaders.
“Damn it!” Leilin’s ears twitched slightly, catching the complaint of a woman up ahead.
But he ignored it. Instead, he reached into the pack strapped behind his Dire Wolf and pulled out a large oilcloth, draping it over himself.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*
The Dire Wolf advanced quickly. Within a dozen minutes, they had entered the thunderous region.
Cold wind howled, slashing at everyone’s faces like knives.
Crack! Before long, bean-sized raindrops began pelting down, quickly turning into a torrential downpour!
Under the rain, the grassland had already transformed into a swamp.
The muddy ground slowed the wolves' advance, and in places invisible to the eye, traps of rotten mire lay everywhere. The moment a person stepped on one, they would be quickly swallowed up.
Thump!!!
The black wolf beneath Leilin Farell let out a long howl, and then a ring of white light ignited around its four claws.
Within the white glow, streamers of light constantly formed, and when the luminescence faded, a thick tuft of white fur had already grown atop the wolf's claws.
The white fur spread out, resembling hooves.
Thump thump!!! The white fur trod upon the water as though it were flat ground, and the entire column's speed surged.
"Double creation of nature and magic — truly remarkable!"
Leilin Farell stroked the hump of the dire wolf beneath him and praised.
At that moment, the fur on the hump had also gathered together, forming a skin-like layer that clung to the dire wolf's surface, coated with a layer of oil that felt like a raincoat.
The rainwater slid continuously along the wolf's body, not a single drop landing on the Lepan dire wolf.
"This is only an ordinary mount. I've heard that in the White Wizard Domain, all manner of wondrous mounts appear one after another — mysterious species captured in the wild, and bizarre creatures artificially altered..." A look of yearning and longing surfaced in Leilin Farell's eyes.
Riding the dire wolves at full speed, Leilin Farell's party finally burst out of the storm zone before nightfall, arriving at a forest of jagged rocks.
"We camp here for the night! Set up the tents, keep the dire wolves nearby, and don't forget to feed them!" the female Wizard shouted.
Hearing her words, the Wizards all reined in their mounts and began setting up within the rocky forest.
Soon, a ring of black tents clustered together, with the Lepan dire wolves stationed around them, bodies low to the ground as though standing watch.
Inside a specially made tent, Leilin Farell glanced at his status after finishing his meditation:
"Lein Farell — Rank 1 Warlock — Bloodline: Great Demonic Serpent — Strength: 7.1 — Agility: 6.7 — Constitution: 8.5 — Spiritual Power: 28.3 — Mana: 28 (Mana determined by Spiritual Power) — Spiritual Elementalization Progress: 1% — Status: Healthy"