The trees in the square near the restaurant looked as if they had been ravaged by a tornado, several large trees, as thick as a person's embrace, were broken, and there were traces of battle everywhere.
A battle capable of causing such destructive damage must be at least level seven or higher, something that hasn't been seen in Aden Square for some time.
"Thankfully, my precious disciple is unharmed." The carriage stopped, and Crassus stepped out, lifting the curtain. Seeing Amy standing unharmed at the restaurant entrance, his stern face softened slightly. His gaze swept past Yulian before settling on the werewolf being brutally beaten by Sargeras with a folding chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. It seemed the battle was over.
Everyone's attention was focused on the restaurant entrance, and no one noticed a black carriage approaching from behind.
Hearing Crassus's words, Brandley breathed a sigh of relief. His biggest worry was that Amy would get hurt. If Amy was injured, Crassus and Yulian would lose their temper, and the damage caused by the two level 10 archmages would be immeasurable by this corner of Aden Square.
"Awooo!!!"
Just then, Anselm suddenly let out a shrill wolf howl. Its fur turned almost instantly blood red, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds as its already three meters tall figure grew another half meter. It raised a paw and slammed it onto the folding chair that Sargeras was swinging at it, sparks flying. Sargeras was forced back several steps by the sudden increase in power.
"Since this is the Chaos City, it should be chaotic to live up to its name. Since you all want to die, then I'll grant your wish." Anselm stood up, and red spikes pierced through its back, like two rows of flags on its back. Blood seeped from its body, forming a red mist that permeated the air, filling it with a thick, pungent stench.
"Awooo!"
The remaining werewolves, who had been suppressed and brutally beaten, suddenly turned blood red in their eyes, their aura suddenly increased, and they all struggled to jump up. Some frantically swatted away the lava demons around them, their scarlet eyes staring straight at the guests in the restaurant.
"Werewolf warriors, slaughter them all! Use their blood to atone for the damage caused by the berserk rage!" Anselm waved its hand towards the restaurant and coldly commanded, "Kill!!!"
As soon as it finished speaking, it took a step forward, transforming into a giant, blood-red wolf with sharp spikes on its back. It pounced towards the floor to ceiling glass window of the restaurant, instantly shattering the rock beneath its feet, like a heavy truck accelerating to its maximum speed.
"Kill!!!"
The werewolves forced out a single word, transforming into giant wolves and lunging towards the restaurant entrance and interior. Burning their life essence to go berserk, they were causing irreversible damage to their bodies. Therefore, these people deserved to die, their blood needed to replenish their weakened state after the berserk transformation.
"This...this...this!!!"
The restaurant's guests, who had thought everything was settled, were suddenly horrified when they saw the giant, blood-red wolf that had broken free of its restraints and was lunging at the restaurant with its gaping maw. The wolf's menacing teeth were clearly visible through the transparent floor to ceiling windows. Their expressions changed drastically, and some of the more timid guests screamed, completely frozen in fear.
"Not good!" Sargeras's expression changed as well. He picked up his folding chair and tried to catch up, but he didn't expect that the werewolf could enter a higher level of berserk state, which would boost its strength to the extreme in a short period of time. Its speed was much faster than his, and he was afraid that he would not be able to stop it in time.
"Danger!" Sally exclaimed softly, picking up Amy with one hand and wrapping her other arm around Yabemia's waist. She lightly touched the ground and floated to the side. Even she wasn't confident she could withstand the attack of the blood-red giant wolf after it entered its berserk state.
Six giant, blood-red wolves attacked the restaurant and the surrounding crowd simultaneously. The stench of blood in the air brought an atmosphere of despair. Most of those present were ordinary people, or people whose strength was far weaker than these giant wolves, and they had no hope of escaping.
Screams erupted from the chaotic crowd as they turned to flee, even knowing they had no chance of outrunning the several meters long red giant wolves. The scene instantly descended into chaos.
"Weak races should be eliminated and become food!" the blood-red giant wolf said cruelly.
"What a bunch of stubborn fools." Mai Ge sighed, turning to look at Yulian standing not far away at the entrance of the magic potion shop. It seemed he would have to ask him for help in the end.
The three and a half meter long blood red giant wolf lunged toward the floor to ceiling windows. People in the restaurant could clearly see every single one of its menacing teeth, and they awaited their death in despair.
"The 'chaos' in 'Chaos City' doesn't mean this." Just then, a deep voice rang out, like a thunderclap, and a tall, slender figure emerged from the black carriage, extending a hand towards the restaurant entrance.
"Bang!"
The blood-red giant wolf, transformed from Anselm, seemed to have crashed into an air barrier. Its sharp claws and massive body, carrying terrifying speed and power, slammed into the barrier and came to a halt less than ten centimeters from the floor to ceiling glass.
Despite the apparent emptiness, it seemed as if blocked by an unshakeable iron mountain, its head and body squeezed together by the powerful inertia. Its wide, blood-red eyes stared resentfully at the terrified guests in the restaurant. If it had just stretched out its claws one more time, these cowardly creatures would all have died.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Five more muffled sounds rang out in succession. An air barrier appeared out of thin air in front of each giant wolf, and the wolves crashed into it fiercely. None of them could budge it in the slightest, let alone cause any damage to the others.
"I am Norvan. It's alright, you are all safe." Standing on the carriage, Norvan gently raised his hand and said in a warm voice. Those who had fallen to the ground in panic were lifted up as if by an invisible hand, and those who were about to collide and trample were gently separated. Everyone was safely separated, and no one was injured.
The crowd was still somewhat shaken, but upon hearing the sound, they all looked towards the black carriage. After recognizing Norvan standing in the carriage, someone exclaimed in surprise, "It's Principal! It's Principal Norvan!"
"Principal!"
"It really is Principal Norvan!"
These words immediately put people at ease. Everyone looked at Norvan with surprise and joy, as well as a sense of relief at surviving a disaster. However, after seeing Norvan, the panic in their hearts had completely disappeared.
"The principal is here, so we're all safe now!"
A cheer erupted in the restaurant. Everyone's fear vanished instantly as they looked at the werewolf, its face pressed against the air barrier less than 10 centimeters outside the floor to ceiling window, completely immobilized.
Who is Norvan?
The principal of Chaos Academy!
Also the principal of Chaos City!
In the Chaos City, he is a man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Lord of the Gray Temple and the City Lord. In the eyes of most people, this principal who single-handedly established the Chaos Academy holds an even higher and more respected position.
The extraordinary strength of a level 10 archmage, the gentle attitude towards educating every student, the planner of establishing an equal order, the guardian of the Chaos City—Norvan.
Now that he's here, everything is fine.
"These guys who violated the laws of the Chaos City, take them back with you people from the Gray Temple and punish them according to the law." Norvan said to Brandley. With a gentle clench of his hand, a cracking sound came from the six blood-red giant wolves, which seemed to be restrained by an invisible hand, as they were forcibly pushed back into human form from their berserk state.
The werewolves, covered in blood, were thrown in front of the patrol officers who had just arrived. They were all on the verge of death and unable to move.
"Heh heh..." Anselm lay on the ground, looking at Xi Xi lying on her side at the restaurant entrance with resentment. Just a little bit more... just a little bit more, and the curse hanging over the werewolf clan would have been completely broken. That damned chef, that damned chef...
"Take them back to Basti Prison!" Brandley personally cast a spell, binding the werewolves with magical ropes, allowing the patrol officers to take them away directly.
"I'm here to eat. I heard there's a very good restaurant here." Norvan stepped down from the carriage with a smile as he listened to the cheers of the crowd. On the long street, the sand and pebbles trembled and flowed into the large and small potholes. In the blink of an eye, the ground outside the restaurant was flat and clean, as if nothing had happened.
"It seems this must be the restaurant." The crowd parted to make way, and Norvan's gaze also fell on the Restaurant Mai Mi.