Two and a half hours later, on the other side of the scene, deep in the cave stronghold of the Shadow Druids of the Spotted Axe Forest.

"Angdor, your actions have disappointed your master, and the bandits of the Sawtooth Camp should put more pressure on the logging village, instead of fleeing after being defeated by a group of adventurers last night."

Danar Beareye sits hunched over a dark gray stone bench. He is a relatively rare human druid, holding a wooden-handled spear with a pestle on the ground, and the other palm swings his five fingers to soothe the red-eyed mountain bear lying beside him and burying his head on a few flesh and bones, a bear-like monster, and acting as the leader of the Shadow Cult as an animal companion for the official druid professional.

In front of him and his fellow Monster Mountain bears stood a tall man as strong as an ox, Angdor, the bandit leader of the Sawtooth Camp, and the four bandit retinue that followed this man.

Angdor's face was naturally hideous, with a terrible scar running from the bridge of his nose to his left eye, a brownish and slightly bluish complexion said to come from one-eighth of the orc blood in his body, and his muscular body wore a long-sleeved chain mail similar to that of Urs, and differed from the young man's outfit in that the weapon he carried on his back was a double-edged heavy axe.

The weapon in the shape of a giant axe represents his confidence in strength, and in some ways reflects his personality traits in handling things.

Brutal, rude, brutal.

"If your master really wants to set foot in that logging village under the jurisdiction of Twilight City, then he can go out himself, so why bother me?" Angdor clasped his hands in disdain, his fierce gaze fixed on the face of the Shadow Druid Leader, wearing a staghorn fur hat.

Danar kept himself seated and raised his head to meet the robber leader's gaze: "The master did this to lure out the old fox of Victedo. ”

"Yes, bring out Victedo, the mysterious mage lord of Twilight." Angdor sneered, "But what's in it for our sawtooth camp?" My brothers lost a lot of money in last night's battle...... Danar Beareyes, you don't have enough money to hire us. From now on, you have two options, either increase the price or tell me the ultimate goal of your master's order to attack the logging village. ”

With that, he clenched his fist, making two snapping sounds of knuckle joints squeezing.

The mountain bear animal companion beside Danar suddenly stopped eating, raised its two irritated animal pupils under its forehead, and glared at the robber leader and roared slowly.

"Don't try to threaten me, stupid barbarian." The evil leader of the Druid Sect continued to appease his bear beast, looking at Angdor's gaze and the tone of his voice still calm, "I'll add a commission to your camp, but you better not doubt that my master has the ability to cast spells that is not inferior to Victedo." You just have to complete this joint cooperation with me, and the less you know, the better it means to a layman like you. ”

"Then hopefully tomorrow morning I can see your big red-eyed cats bring me a few more bags of gold coins, druid."

With a cold snort, Angdor turned around haughtily and waved his hand to the four bandit retinues who had come with him to return with him to the camp in the northern part of the forest.

……

Meanwhile.

The camera switches back to Urs's squad five...... Oh yes, with the addition of the dwarven warrior Koto, it's six now.

Koto's participation was not so much a deliberate invitation from Urs, but rather a voluntary and active follower and retribution in his heart, or an impulse in his heart to fight evil and do justice.

When the dwarven warrior learns that there is a Shadow Druid cult in the Spotted Axe Forest, he shouts that he must team up with everyone to eradicate the bastards who plagued the Logging Village, and claims that the wisdom pot he calls Xiaomeng has once again received the inspiration of the Goddess of Fire, telling him that his mother Stove demands that he must seek justice for the innocents who died in the village.

Convinced that his clan did not perish and that the Saucepot named Mong had a soul, the Dwarven Warrior was enthusiastic and confident about the Thorn Squad's adventure, though he probably didn't know what the Shadow Druids were.

He'd heard of the druid's profession before - but you also know that there are no druids to be found on the icy plateau where the dwarven clans live, with only snow, biting winds, iron-gray city fortresses, smelting workshops that intelligent beings can use to forge fine iron and mythril, and a high-precision ale made from the fermentation of highland frost wheat, and the murderous monsters by nature.

Frost Giants, Frost Bugs, Ice Armor Scorpions, Armed Snow Apes, and even Dragons...... The white dragon, known as the "Shame of the Five-Colored Dragon" by gamers, is still not much easier to deal with than the beast's intelligence until he is a hundred years old, and his strength at the same age is far inferior to the other four dragons of red, blue, green and black.

As for Koto's voluntary offer, Urs did not refuse his offer after thinking about it. The young men's team welcomes their new, strong-hearted companions, who have been attacked by two more monsters on their way from the glade where they had awakened the dwarves, and the dwarven warriors have excelled in both battles.

Like the orc monks, he strictly adheres to the discipline of the team, skillfully using the tower shield in his left hand to establish reliable protection for the two women in the team who have the ability to cast spells, and the warhammer as a weapon also has qualified use skills and attack performance in his right hand, so that Urs, who is good at charging into battle, can finally take the initiative to attack from the team's formation with confidence and boldness.

The presence of warriors in a sense liberated the aggressiveness of the barbarians.

Urs was pleased with Koto's performance, though the young man knew that the dwarves might have a real brain problem, and that his fighting skills were not perfect due to obvious deficiencies in agility and intelligence.

But so what?

There is no such thing as a perfect career. Advanced mages may be the closest class to perfection, but those mages are limited to "proximity", as the casting rules called spell slots limit their magic from beginning to end, which is why Castaño's game officials have always encouraged players in the game world to team up and work together.

After all, a person's power is limited.

But then again, the successive appearances of the monsters also mean that the young man's memory of the wrong path is getting closer and closer to the back door of the Shadow Druid Cult stronghold led by Danar Beareye in the forest.

After the second battle on the way, about a dozen minutes had passed, the same moment that the bandit leader, Angdor, and Danar Beareye ended their meeting in the depths of the cavern stronghold without the team knowing it.

"This is it, guys." Somewhere in a small wooded area in the forest, Urs temporarily walked to the front of the group in place of Groleiden, and used his sword to pry open a clump of grass beside him, revealing a hole in the ground that was covered by weeds and trees.