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Wolf screamed in agony.
Carlin's expression remained stern as he thrust his cross sword out.
Wolf's eyes widened, looking at his own chest.
The sword had pierced through him, and then reached the deer horned monster behind him.
Crack!
Not only that, Carlin took the opportunity to throw a jar, which shattered and spread a pungent odor.
—Lamp oil!
It was not just lamp oil, he had also added a specially prepared ointment that was particularly harmful to deer horned monsters!
Thanks to the legacy of the Old Demon Hunter, Carlin knew the weakness of these deer horned monsters: they were afraid of fire!
Even more fortunately, the deceased Demon Hunter had once encountered a deer horned monster and had written the experience of dealing with it in his legacy.
The deer horned monster let out a wail, released the already dead Wolf, and attempted to retreat into the darkness.
But just then, Carlin had already deftly thrown a torch!
Raging!