Ferry fell to the ground in disarray, Anvil dashed with his great axe and unaffected by the wrath of arrows, Green Wind nimbly knocked down flying arrows, and Catherine silently chanted a spell.

"Bang" A protective shield lit up outside the entire tent, and the threatening arrow was finally blocked.

Ferry hurriedly got up to look, and he shouted loudly, "The three giant bears are fighting with Ass and Anvil. He clasped his hands to his chest, and after a few seconds, a bright light was cast outward.

Green Wind quickly sliced through the tent with her waist knife, and Catherine, who was supporting the shield, finally saw outside. Two giant brown bears almost two years tall surrounded a large tree, their sharp teeth dripping with saliva, and each palm slap brought up a splash of wood chips. Ace lay on the branch of the tree, slashing the flesh of the giant bear with his long sword.

The anvil fell to the ground not far away, and a white light shrouded him, his great axe embedded in the chest of a fallen bear.

"Anvil just saved Ace with a throwing axe, and he was knocked flying. Ferry quickly confessed to Catherine, and immediately began to meditate again.

The rain of arrows had stopped, and the green wind opened its bow and shot at the giant bear, and the arrows did not leave the nose and eye. An angry giant bear rushed towards the green wind with one eye open, and its other eye had just been blinded by the green wind.

Catherine put away her shield, and Green Wind ran to the side, drawing away the pounced bear. Catherine immediately summoned several frozen snowballs and threw them at the giant bear attacking Ace under the tree.

The giant bear's claws were covered with a thick ice cap in an instant, and the trees jumped down with a howl, and the long sword smashed directly into the crampons like a hammer. The claws shattered, bursting in all directions, and the battered bear roared and fled into the forest.

Catherine heard the drums beat again, and it became nearer and heavier. She felt her heart beating to the beat of the drums, and she felt an indescribable discomfort.

Ace rushed to support the green wind. Green Wind jumped around, and one rolled over and jumped on the bear's back. The one-eyed bear flapped indiscriminately, its neck stabbed several times, and the blood stained a large mane of its neck red. It saw Ace and clumsily rushed towards Ace. Green Wind took the opportunity to jump into the trees on the side and watched quietly.

Astrian stood still, and rolled over to the side where the bear had lost its eyes as it pounced. He quickly knelt to his knees, his sword in both hands. The blade of the sword slashed silently from between the bear's half-body.

The bear ran to the end and fell to the ground with a roar, blood spurting from the wounds that ran through its body. From beginning to end, its long sword was cut in half.

At this time, the drum beating that was pressing the heart suddenly stopped, and the heavy breathing of several people became extremely harsh. The short battle was tense and breathless, and Catherine found herself with a chill down her spine.

Ace and Green Wind walked over to the anvil, and Ferry gasped and said, "It's okay, just sleep for a few days." Anvil opened his eyes, looking around for something. Ace walked over to the giant bear that had died at the hands of the anvil and drew the heavy steel axe. He wiped the blood from the bearskin, and lifted the steel axe to the anvil. The anvil grasped the handle of the axe in one hand, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Look. Green Wind gestured to the fallen bear. The bear's fur is peeling and shrinking. Soon, two sturdy men appeared in front of them, dressed in coarse jute-colored clothes.

"Druids, master druids. Catherine said hoarsely.

There are druids in the Doden Mountains, and I have never heard of it. Catherine was discouraged, these mysterious naturalists were the toughest opponents in the forest. A tribe with master-level druids is not something the five of them can resist.

"The anvil is injured, so we'll go back first. I don't know why the druids are struggling with us, but we don't have a chance of winning at the moment. Ace spoke Catherine's heart.

For the first time, the Kuhl mercenary group could not complete the task they had undertaken, and Catherine sighed secretly.

"Can't go back. Green Wind whispered to the side, and he hurriedly jumped up the tree to look. A few people looked around in surprise, and the road they had come from was gone, and some were just dense bushes.

"The Druid's Pastoral Law. Catherine felt a pang of fear, the attack was just a test, the heavy drums were grazing the woods.

"Go ahead, we have no way back. As luck would have it, at least the course of progress has not changed. Ace swung his sword a few times, and the blade made a "buzzing" sound in the air.

"It's all forests, forests with no end in sight. Green Wind returned to a few of them and told them the results of their investigation.

There is no life in waiting, and there is hope for moving forward. Catherine and her party carefully camped in place for the night. The druids did not return, but the next day it rained heavily.

After a night's rest, Anvil is able to move around on its own, but the task of opening the way will be given to As.

"I don't agree to divide the backpack, I've recovered, I can carry it. Anvil was unhappy with Catherine's earlier decision. Before he set out, he had to share what he was carrying with his companions, and the dwarf could no longer resist protesting. He sat on the ground with his eyes wide open, his hands crossed over his chest, and the huge steel axe was padded under him, making him look a little taller when he sat upright. He guarded against hiding his backpack behind him and not letting anyone get close.

"Come on, you're hairy, my new clothes must have been crumpled by you. What are you staring at, don't believe it, let's open it and check it. Ferry stepped forward and counted down the anvil, pulled open his travel backpack, and took out a stack of clothes and shook it in front of the anvil.

"Isn't it? It's all wrinkled, I'll take care of it myself. The anvil didn't even see the shaking clothes, and Ferry had left in his arms.

The pace couldn't keep up with Fee's anvil, and he struggled to figure out if he had crumpled those clothes, when he suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. The dwarf turned his head to look at the sky on the left and saw Green Wind pointing at the sky on his left with a surprised expression. The anvil looked at the fingers of the green wind, and there was no name to be seen in the gray over there. He looked back puzzled, only to find that Green Wind had taken out three bags of arrows from his backpack and jumped up the tree.

"Anvil, I still think it's a little inconvenient for a woman's clothes to be kept by a big man. Catherine smiled at the anvil that shook her beard, took a bag from her backpack and left.

"I'll just say, these two days are not right, and sure enough, the amount of training is not enough. Today I'm going to practice a weight-bearing march. Anvil, this is a warrior's wish, you don't have to embarrass me. Before the anvil could reply, Ace had already picked up his backpack, patted him and said, "The guardian of the tail of the team will be handed over to you, for the glory of the warriors." ”

When the anvil heard "the glory of the warrior", he immediately picked up the steel axe and put it on his chest. His companions had already begun to advance, and Anvil hastened to follow, without thinking about it.

The trees in the mountains are hard and dense, the green vines are everywhere, and large blood-sucking leeches climb up their legs from time to time. Every foot that falls gives people a soft feeling, like stepping on thick sawdust. Passing adventurers could not see the color of the soil at all, because the ground had not yet completely rotted away from the yellow leaves of last year, and the new year had fallen with a few dark green leaves. Sometimes you can see a mixture of white and black on the ground, which are the bones of dead animals and their blood-stained fur that has not yet rotted clean. When rainwater seeps into the soil underneath, it excites the damp smell of rotting leaves. After smelling it for a long time, it makes people a little dizzy.

The whole team was moving very slowly, and Green Wind knew that the anvil had temporarily lost its combat effectiveness, and often haunted near the end of the team. Every once in a while, Catherine asked everyone to stop and form a defensive formation to rest. This is both to give the anvil more time to rest, and also to make it easier for Green Wind to explore the way.

It's time to rest again, and Catherine waits patiently for the green wind to return. It is often said that the forest is home to the elves. They have a natural affection for trees, and the relationship between the druids and the forest seems to be closer to a religious one. Religious people always exude a dangerous fanaticism, which is why Catherine is unusually wary of druids.

Ace didn't let up in waiting, he stood at the front of the line, his right hand holding the handle of his sword strongly. Catherine looked at As's back, and her heart was warm. This man will always walk ahead of her, and be the first to defend her against danger with his body.

Catherine remembers that hunt for Red Bull. The fatal blow of the terrible magma Red Bull before dying was supposed to pierce her body. If it weren't for As's desperate rush to Catherine's side, the mage would have accepted the call of death.

Ass paid a heavy price for this, and the horns pierced his lower abdomen, causing a huge wound. For a whole year, the trauma could not be fully recovered.

Because that horn contains the last life energy gathered by the magma Red Bull. This powerful creature is able to burn its own horns, communicate with the bottom of the abyss, and burst into a scorching abyssal fire in an instant.

According to As's afterlife, he thought his blood had been evaporated all over his body. If Catherine hadn't used all her magic power to take the risk of summoning a large frozen snowball that was extremely unstable, and stuffed it into As's wound intact, Ass would never have survived. In the next half hour, one of the two people was unconscious, and the other was out of strength, and they were in a dangerous situation of being slaughtered.

Catherine had thought they were really going to die together. She looked at the lava stream not far away, slowly flowing towards them, and there was really no other way but to pray that Lady Luck would take care of them. The torment was worse than watching the black-fronted rat gnaw on its fingers.

Fortunately, just as the magma was about to ignite As's hair, the man finally woke up. His face was pale, and he struggled to drag Catherine behind the corpse of the Magma Red Bull, blocking the magma's path with the Red Bull's body.

Speaking of which, the environment of the magma cave was even harsher than this jungle, and Catherine almost gave up on the mission. Luckily, however, they encounter a thief who knows the geography and tries to cross the magma cavern into the Black Abyss to steal the Demon Lord's Horn of Fear. That madman doesn't know what happened now, maybe he really went to the Black Abyss.

Without warning, the owl's call sounded, and the sound of the night came from afar, like the cold wind that had penetrated the cuffs of winter, giving goosebumps all over the body. Catherine couldn't help but feel nervous, it was a warning that the green wind had conveyed to them. If the druids attacked at this time, it would undoubtedly be a very troublesome matter.