Three heavily armed patrol warriors could have been killed by a single person, and each of the dead orc warriors had wounds on their bodies that had been burned by the flames.

When this kind of thing was discovered, it naturally immediately got the attention of the orc sheriff in charge of that area.

So the orc sheriff launched an investigation as soon as possible.

But unexpectedly, before the results of the investigation of the first murder came out, something similar happened again. Three more patrol fighters lost contact in the course of their duties.

Then their bodies were found again on the route patrolled by others.

And just like the first time, judging from the traces of the fight at the scene, there was still only one attacker. The wounds of the three deceased also showed signs of being burned by the flames.

"Damn, what the hell is going on!?"

Looking at the corpses of those patrol soldiers, the orc sheriff cursed angrily, but he couldn't find the slightest clue.

In desperation, in order to prevent such a thing from happening again, the sheriff had to increase the number of patrols. Scattered and reorganized all the patrols under his rule, so that the original three-person patrol team suddenly became a five-person patrol.

Unexpectedly, even with the increase in manpower, the same thing still happened. Two days later, another five-man patrol disappeared. It's still the same guy who is completely hidden in the fog, and he uses the same method.

Thankfully, this time the sheriff finally found an eyewitness.

It was a little orc girl who said she had seen the whole process of the patrol being attacked.

"A... A man who was very tall and rode a horse with a sword killed the five men. That person... It was terrifying, the sword in his hand felt like it was burning. And his horse is terrifying, without horns, but it has a pair of terrible red eyes......"

The orc girl was clearly frightened by what she saw.

This makes her not describe in detail. Even if the orc sheriff asked over and over again, all he could get was the above useful information.

"A tall and strong man, riding a horse with blood-red eyes and holding a flaming sword. ”

The sheriff, who was already old and had a gray beard, was talking about this, and his brow was furrowed at this time.

"What the hell is this, how can there be a flaming sword and a blood-red eyed horse in this world?" the sheriff couldn't figure out.

The number of patrols could only be further increased, so that the three-man patrol became five, and then from five to seven.

As a result, although his original manpower became insufficient, some areas had to be temporarily abandoned. But the lives of his patrol soldiers were guaranteed.

For after he did so, for for three days in a row, nothing like this happened in the area he was in charge of.

But on the fourth day, the sheriff learned that the assailant had not disappeared, but had run to other adjacent areas.

As a result, in just ten days, more than 20 people died in the patrol outside the city. And now it seems that if something is not done to find out the real culprit, this number will continue to increase.

That's why the Red Tiger is so angry.

The Fireblade Tribe has a total population of 100,000, and twenty percent of the population is concentrated in Fireblade City. The remaining 80 percent are located outside the city.

Therefore, in order to manage this huge number of people, especially the people outside the city, who account for 80% of the total population. The outside of Fireblade City is also divided into three districts according to its sparse population and geographical location. i.e. Eastern, Northeastern, and Southeastern.

Each of the three districts has a chief sheriff and a number of petty sheriffs who are responsible for maintaining law and order and adjudicating fights, wounds and robberies. And if it's a homicide? Of course, it's about orcs killing orcs. When it comes to this kind of thing, it will be handed over to the tribal patriarch, who is also a red tiger. The Red Tiger is personally responsible for the decision.

This system has been in operation for nearly a hundred years in the Fireblade Tribe, and there has never been any major problems. Until today.

The monster who doesn't know if it's a human or a ghost commits crimes one after another in the East and Northeast Districts. A great deal of panic was created.

So that the people living outside the city did not dare to go out alone. In addition, its constant attacks on the security patrol have caused panic among the soldiers of the security patrol in the two regions, and at the same time, there is also a shortage of manpower.

Therefore, in those remote areas, the patrol team temporarily abandoned the patrol area, and there were frequent incidents of fighting, wounding and robbery. In rare places, organized banditry has even appeared.

And if it goes on like this, Chihu really can't imagine what will happen next.

Therefore, after scolding angrily, Chihu, who had regained his senses, also said hatefully to his subordinates: "Let the magistrates of the three districts outside the city recruit the clansmen on the spot, and the number of soldiers of the security patrol in each district will be temporarily increased by one ...... No, double it.

Then, wait for me to come back from the Shield Tribe. I don't care what method they use, this matter must be solved for me. Got it!?"

"Yes!"

The captain of the guard hurriedly agreed, and then hurriedly retreated.

Now the Red Tiger is in a bad mood, and the captain of the guard doesn't want to continue to stay here and be used as a gas bucket by the Red Tiger.

However, Red Tiger didn't know that at the same time that he was in a bad mood, the life-seeking ghost who was in charge of the flames was Lynch, who was almost banished by the Divine Servant Sect. I'm also in a bad mood at the moment.

"These damn orcs are getting more alert now!"

Bandaging the wound on his arm with the cloth he had snatched, Lynch couldn't help but curse angrily.

With his constant hunting of orc patrols these days, it has certainly created great panic among the orcs, putting those orcs on patrol at risk.

But again, it's getting harder and harder for him to get his hands on.

Last night, he went to sneak up on an orc patrol again. A patrol of five orc warriors, but they didn't expect it to be a trap. Not only did he fail to do it, but he was also hit by an arrow in the arm.

But fortunately, it was night, and he had a war horse like Shadow, which could move quickly both day and night. Otherwise, he would most likely be surrounded by the orcs and killed.

Thinking of this, after bandaging the wound, Lynch, who was hiding in the dense forest, couldn't help but take out the carrots he had stolen from the package. Feeding it to the Shadow counts as a treat.

"My good fellow, it's all up to you these days. But it looks like I can't stay here for long, it's time to go somewhere else. ”

With that, he patted the head of the war horse. Lynch, who was still wearing his armor, sat next to a big tree, and after a while, he fell asleep.