The swift sound of footsteps accompanied by the thunder suddenly came, and Bafra rushed out of the green veil of corn branches and leaves like a female leopard, and there was a faint electric glow in the light green vertical pupils.

The ferocious boar rolled over and got up, shook his big head with a blackened mane that had been blasted by the "Thunder Summoning Technique", narrowed his small swollen and bloodshot eyes, and looked at the little cat woman who had been killed halfway on the opposite side in disbelief, as if she had a premonition of danger.

"Dead pig, what do you see?!" Bafura grimaced at the ferocious boar, attracting the other party's attention and activating the 3-ring "Thunder Summoning Technique" again, and a flash of lightning fell from the sky, slashing on the back of the ferocious boar, and the mane on his body suddenly stood upside down.

Taking advantage of the lightning strike of the ferocious boar, Nikolai suddenly waved his hand and shot a flying knife, and the snow light tore through the sky and disappeared in an instant. Almost at the same time, the ferocious boar's right eye burst, and a willow leaf-shaped flying knife plunged deep into its eye socket, blood gushing out along the blade, instantly staining the boar's hideous face.

The sharp pain in his eyes caused the beast to let out a terrible scream, staggered back two steps, and suddenly turned its head and ran into the cornfield.

The bristles rubbed against the corn stalks and leaves and made a rustling sound, and quickly moved away, only then did everyone realize that the ferocious boar had fled. Nikolai and Bavra exchanged glances, still hesitating to catch up, when Peter came out of the cornfield and looked around excitedly: "Where is the wild boar?" ”

"It's already gone!" Bafura said angrily.

"Run, run, everyone's fine." Peter shrugged, turned over to a wounded militiaman, and used the 1-ring magic spell "Cure Minor Injuries" to help him heal his wounds.

"Thank you, Mr. Pastor." The militia bowed gratefully.

"If it's an ordinary wild boar, give them a lesson and take it away, but what we encountered just now was a ferocious wild boar, and things are complicated." Nikolai put his saber back into the sheath with his backhand, his face still heavy.

"Ferocious boar?" Peter scratched his head blankly. Growing up in a city slum, he certainly hadn't seen wild boars, and he hadn't studied monsters in depth during his training at the seminary, so he was inevitably unfamiliar with it.

"Stupid monkey, the ferocious wild boar is a mutated wild boar, not only more ferocious than ordinary wild boars, but also very grudgeful, this time it has suffered a big loss in our hands, it must hold a grudge, even if it doesn't dare to seek revenge on me and Brother Flying Knife, it will frequently come back to destroy the farmland of our commune, and even attack other members to vent their resentment." Bafra furrowed her brows, her pretty little face very serious.

"Bafra is right, this ferocious boar is a hidden danger, this time it is here to steal corn, next time...... I'm afraid I'm going to eat people. Nikolai said in a deep voice.

Peter's face changed, and he quickly made up his mind: "Since that pig is so vindictive, we have no choice but to catch up and slaughter it as soon as possible!" ”

"The monkey finally said something that makes sense, Brother Flying Knife, let's hurry up and kill that damn boar!" The aggressive little cat woman can't wait to flick her tail and is eager to try.

Nikolai nodded: "While the traces left by the ferocious boar have not been destroyed, let's catch up immediately and completely solve this hidden danger!" ”

As a forest ranger, tracking is Nikolai's specialty, not to mention the footprints left by a behemoth like a ferocious boar. The crowd chased all the way to the edge of the ridge, the dry gravel road replaced the muddy farmland, and the footprints of the wild boar became blurred, but this could not help Nikolai, who only observed a little and found that the blood dripping from the ferocious boar was obviously fleeing towards the misty swamp, which showed that the den of the ferocious boar was near the swamp.

He didn't hurry to follow, but with a whistle from his tail finger, he summoned his mount, which was followed by the mounts of Peter, Bafra, and Jossen. A group of thirteen people got on their horses, led by Nikolai, and galloped away in the direction of the misty swamp.

……

Compared to three years ago, the vast swamp between the village of the valley and the Balle Pass is still shrouded in a thick fog of warm springs all year round, but the biological chain in the swamp has quietly changed.

The Ghost Woman Warband, which originally ruled this swamp, was wiped out from the leader of the old Ghost Woman Agnes to the Ghost Woman, and the Lizardmen Tribe, whose strength was second only to the Ghost Woman Warband, was also severely damaged, and since the death of the previous leader Gusinsky, it has split into more than a dozen small groups, and its territory has also shrunk greatly.

Today's misty swamps are leaderless, and goblins, lizardmen, ogres, and harpys occupy a territory and fight each other. Most of these monsters are evil by nature, and the civilization of their communities is far less than that of human society, but they are at least "intelligent creatures", they know how to eat a trench and grow wise, and they only fight each other in the swamp, but they dare not easily harass the valley village not far from the swamp, because they know very well that it is a large "tribe" with a population of nearly 2,000 people, armed with militia and extraordinary professionals, and it is by no means something that they can afford to provoke by small gangs or lone travelers. The only ferocious wild boar who dares to break this unwritten rule is actually not as intelligent as the shrewd domestic pig.

"Stupid big pig, go and provoke humans, kill yourself!"

"The big pig leaves the nest, the sow follows, and only the piglets are left!"

"Rare opportunity, touch the nest and catch the piglets!"

"Build a bonfire, set up a cauldron, boil water and make soup!"

On the banks of the swamp, a group of goblins are singing and dancing around the fire in their characteristic language.

This cunning and despicable little green-skinned monster, taking advantage of the ferocious wild boar to lead a group of harem beauties out of the lair, sneaked in, and killed all the suckling pigs in the nest that had not yet grown fangs, and feasted on the spot, leaving a few little piglets back for dinner.

To celebrate the success of the hunt, the goblins decided to celebrate, so they lit a bonfire, set up a large iron pot stolen from the lizardmen tribe on the fire, and boiled water to boil the corn that the big pig had left for the little piglets.

The feast of the goblins was, to put it bluntly, a hodgepodge, boiling a large pot of boiling water, throwing everything edible into a pot of stew, and it was the most sumptuous meal for them.

The goblins were never picky eaters, and ate almost any living creature they caught, and in addition to two small wild boars, a lizard, three frogs, four water snakes, and an unlucky pheasant were thrown into the pot without plucking their hair.

"Squeak! Good luck! ”

"Squeak! Chicken tonight! ”

The goblins gathered around the bubbling soup pot, shouting excitedly.