The innate sense of wildness made the wolf vaguely aware that there was a cold presence in the caravan that almost suffocated it, and just by looking at it from a distance, he felt trembling all over, and almost wanted to turn around and flee!

There is no need to provoke a caravan with such a strong person!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the wolves, which numbered almost forty, gradually emerge from the dark woods and then fade away.

A wolf pack of this size is already quite threatening, at least the ferocious tigers that act alone will walk around when they see them.

Although they are not afraid of fighting, it is always good to be able to avoid unnecessary casualties.

At this time, the muse gradually straightened his head in a certain direction, although there was a carriage blocking, but his gaze seemed to penetrate directly, and he saw the tall wolf that appeared in the distance......

"Ran away pretty fast, did you notice it?" the muse pressed his temple, and he realized that something wasn't quite right lately.

There seemed to be something going on in the depths of his soul that he didn't even know about!

It's like there are countless turbulent dark tides under the calm waters!

According to a soul inward look that Muse has conducted in the past few days, the layers of dark golden light covering his strange soul are surging intensively, and even the dark gold crystal embedded in his chest is almost imperceptible.

And the external intuitive manifestation is that the mental state of the muse has become unstable, and the self-control ability is a little worse, and this time it is uncontrollable for a while and leaks out a trace of breath.

"Trouble ......"

Although the muse could already determine that this change was positive after a lot of data calculations and simulations with Eliya and Elijah, he always had a strange feeling lingering in his heart.

"Soul experiments, damn it, I need an alchemy lab where I can conduct soul experiments......"

He had long been itched by the countless qualities of his strange soul, and the muse, who had been piling up his desire to study, automatically ignored the extremely high danger and various unpredictable emergencies of soul experiments, and even ignored the most crucial fact that he was not very good at soul experiments, and began to talk again......

Of course, the muse knew that this kind of high-level alchemy laboratory that could conduct soul experiments could not be found casually, and the alchemy laboratory in the arcane tower in the half-plane was completely competent when it was in good condition, but it was still the same sentence - the key high-precision equipment was completely lost......

This means that at least before going to the Mage Federation, the Muse will not be able to conduct this soul experiment, and the matter related to the soul of the Arcanist, no matter how curious he is, he still has to be cautious......

Luden, who was sitting across from the muse, silently relaxed his hand on the handle of the straight-edged knife and the muscles that were still trembling slightly, and the muscle contours that appeared on his arm quickly disappeared, obviously, he was not ignorant of what was happening in the outside world.

Soon, when Luden's breathing became regular again, Muse had entered a meditative state, and everything was calm again.

And Lu, leaning on the muse, seemed to move, her little head arched over the muse, and then continued to sleep......

For some of the caravan frightened by the wolves, it may have been a sleepless night, and for the caravan guards, they had to double the number of night watchmen after being surrounded by wolves, but for the muse, it was just an ordinary night with a small episode, nothing more.

The night passed quickly.

When dawn came, both the caravan men and the merchants had already gotten up early, and after hastily eating their food, they were nervously packing up their things and preparing to leave, they were anxious to leave the area so as not to be targeted by the wolves again.

Hmph –

Whew-

Amid the panting of cows, horses, and camels, the caravan loaded with goods set off again.

After another two days, it seemed that it was the favor of the goddess of luck, and the whole caravan did not encounter any major threat except for some scattered attacks, such as the night raids of a few kobolds, and the calm and calm surprised many people who had followed the caravan on this passage all year round.

If the first day after encountering the wolves did not encounter any danger because they had not yet left the wolf's sphere of influence, then the second day was still calm, it would be very abnormal.

The people's questions and surprises seemed to have finally been answered after the caravan spotted a dark red ground that had suddenly appeared beside the road, with broken armor fragments, broken blades, and chaotic battle marks.

Half-squatting on the ground, which had been soaked in by a large amount of blood and even turned dark red, Green, the leader of the adventurer team, looked very ugly, and when he picked up a trace of dirt with a strong smell of blood and looked at it in front of his eyes, he stood up suddenly:

"I can't stay here!"

"Gotta get out of here!"

The burly Green walked up to Mr. Lindemann, who was dressed in a cotton robe, and said in a deep voice:

"Looks like there's a caravan attacked here!"

"All of them were killed!"

"The traces of the battle are still fresh, and the residual blood in the dirt even has a certain amount of wetness!"

"It won't be more than half a day before it happens!"

After a pause, Green continued,

"I guess the ogre did it!"

"There are their footprints and that special stench!"

"And judging from the density of footprints, there are definitely more than thirty ogres!"

"There's even a good chance that an ogre shaman is in command!"

“......”

"This can't be a wild race, there are at most 3 to 5 ogres in the wild!"

"I suspect an ogre tribe has migrated nearby!"

"That's absolutely irresistible!"

After listening to Green's words, Mr. Lindemann's face was also solemn, and he summoned a tall and thin middle-aged man, and commanded:

"Tell the people below not to stay. ”

"After setting off, we stayed until midnight and then found a place to camp with water. ”

An ogre tribe is as dangerous as a dragon's nest, and those powerful, bloodthirsty and savage ogres have a creature level of 5 and a challenge level of 6, but most of the ogres will have advanced classes, most of them will be warriors, and a few will become shamans and warlocks.

The strength of adult ogres is at least close to the transcendent level, if it is advanced, it is absolutely superlative, they are born with a penchant for heavy weapons, they can wield big guys weighing more than 100 pounds, rubbing them and being injured, and being hit by them will either be dead or maimed!

And an ogre tribe has at least a hundred ogres!

If it was a two-headed ogre, it would be an even more terrifying killing machine!