To be a good hunter is to be patient enough, especially when dealing with particularly difficult prey, and you have to spend days or even months tracking it, observing it, waiting for it, finally killing it, making a special part of its body into a collectible item, and writing its story into your autobiographical novel - Hermet Nesinwari.

    As the great dwarven hunter Hermet Nesinvari had said, Bernie and Gerner had enough patience that it would not be difficult for them to lie motionless in the grass for a day, but less than half an hour later, there was movement in the woods, something attracted by the sound of gunfire and the smell of blood.

    "I've never seen them before, so I really want to see them......"

    The blind Gnaw sighed softly, but his good buddy Bernie the Mute couldn't answer him, and he couldn't tell him 'them'.

    A small team of twelve ghouls crawled out of the woods in turn, led to the vicinity by the sound of gunfire, and followed the smell of blood to look around suspiciously, Bernie had quietly left, just as the ghouls wanted to get close to the brown bear carcass and wanted to have a full meal, Gerner jumped out of the grass in the distance, and although he couldn't see the ghouls with a keen sense of smell, he was very painful from their rotting bodies.

    After destroying the mighty Lordaeron, natural disasters are no longer a matter of internal affairs of a country, and their notoriety spreads throughout the Alliance, and everyone is talking and worrying that these monsters will one day run to their doorstep...... Gerner thought to himself that the rumors were true. These so-called natural disasters do stink disgustingly.

    The ghouls were quickly attracted to the living Gnar, and the Scourge seemed to be particularly sensitive to the smell of the living and the smell of blood, and they immediately reversed their target. Run towards the blind dwarf.

    Bernie, who had brought back the Roquemodan goat from a distance, rode it back to Gnaw, and after helping his friend climb the goat, he turned the goat around and headed towards the sparsely wooded part of the river, slowing down from time to time to match the ghoul's speed.

    They seem to be seducing those ghouls.

    The big goats stopped along the river and approached a camp for almost an hour. Several dwarf gnolls were patrolling around the camp, and they didn't attack the goat and the two dwarves on its back.

    " back...... Welcome! Ready!"

    The black-and-white gnolls also greeted the two dwarves in a strange dwarven language.

    "We've only known each other for a few days?

    The blind man Gna, who was lying on the back of a sheep, roared loudly. Discovering something that I thought was a lower creature is unexpectedly smart, and it always hurts my self-esteem.

    When the group of ghouls chasing after the dwarves spotted the camp, they hesitated a little with their sluggish heads, but attacked the gnolls - uncommanded ghouls always have a single target, and that is the nearest living creature.

    Several gnolls bypassed the camp. Flee along the river with the dwarves as if their bows and arrows were mere decorations...... Such an obvious trap can only be fooled by low-level natural disasters without independent will.

    As they were drawn through the camp by the breath of the living to a clearing by the river, they finally found that the two dwarves and the gnolls were no longer running away.

    ……

    In Loria's view, the meaning of redemption presumably refers to the act of freeing someone's spirit and soul from the dark mire.

    She had saved Bridt's life and healed a wounded fawn, but the canon that asked her to redeem something did not approve of these actions.

    "You guys line up and come one by one. Merciful Miss Loria assures you that she will save the broken souls of you poor little ghouls. ”

    A little pink-haired girl who refers to herself in the third person is standing between a dwarf and a ghoul, for the sake of hunting. She finally got out of her skirt and put on little shorts and a shirt that made it easy to move...... Although it is still an anti-seasonal wear.

    When she was fishing near the camp with Elie Meow, she heard a noise and knew that today's prey had finally arrived.

     Throwing away the fishing rod in her hand, taking the rudimentary scabbard thrown by Vanilla, Loria pulled out the True Silver Holy Sword and walked leisurely towards the ghouls.

    She wasn't at all afraid of the ghouls who were coming at her. Not only is she accustomed to seeing these monsters, but also because of her self-confidence - she has nothing to do all day long waiting for the natural disaster to go south on Fenris Island. Often in and out of the heaps of rotten gnolls, as her uncle said, there was no better way to exercise her strength than in actual combat, and now she was able to call herself a qualified warrior and magician.

    Miss Loria leisurely flipped the holy sword in her hand with her wrist, and slightly sideways dodged the ghoul who pounced first, leaving a wound on its back that was burned by the flames.

    The True Silver Sword is really easy to use, cutting the undead without splashing blood, and it can keep your clothes clean at all times.

    It was futile to fight back, the ghoul's claws couldn't even touch Miss Loria's body, not to mention that she was protected by an imperceptible, near-transparent shield.

    After being beaten countless times by the rotten gnolls, Loria has finally mastered the mystery of the magic shield.

    "Flame wreath!"

    Loria, who was standing in the middle of the horde of ghouls, shouted the name of the move, and all twelve ghouls around her were frozen in place...... Her bad habit of making up incantations and shouting the names of her moves hasn't changed.

    "This is the undead that make my people worry about it every day?"

    Jumping off the back of the goat, he was taunted by Gnar, the blind man hired by Loria, and although he couldn't see it, he could hear one ghoul after another screaming and despairing, and judging by the frequency of the sounds, his employer met hardly any decent resistance.

    "I don't know, the horror of the undead, don't be proud!"

    The little female gnoll Ranra is still following Loria, teaching the blind Gna in a jerky dwarven language - in her opinion, she is the leader of this little mercenary group, and it is of course the captain's duty to remind his men not to underestimate the enemy.

    "Damn, you're more proficient in dwarven language than you were before, is someone teaching you how to pronounce it in your head!"

    However, the dwarves would not consider the gnolls to be their leader, and the blind Gnar almost put his beard in the face of the little female jackal, and just as he was about to continue to sarcastically taunt, the mute Bernie patted him on the shoulder.

    Hungry the blind laughed heartily, and he shouted to Loria, who was coming towards the people after the end of his 'redemption':

    "My dear Miss Employer, Bernie wants me to sue you, it's a wonderful hunt...... Hahaha! Next time, please let us join in the fight, my sledgehammer can't wait to crush these wonderful prey!"

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