"Chief." The hunter's shouts interrupted his thoughts. "There's still one person alive who seems to have something to say."

He was dressed in a fine knight's armor, but he still couldn't resist the werewolf's sharp claws and sharp teeth.

It was a dying knight, he could tell it at a glance. A large hole had been dug out of his abdomen, and he could even see the broken entrails inside, he didn't know how the knight was still alive, but he couldn't save it, and no one even could.

"Miss, young master." The knight leaned into the hunter's arms, the warmth behind him still not enough to sustain his fading life. Maybe it was faith, maybe it was responsibility, but the dissipated vitality made his voice gradually lower, as if he had used his last bit of strength to speak, his blood-soaked finger pointed in one direction, and after intermittently speaking, he was silent.

The hunter touched the knight's neck and shook his head at the leader, "He's dead. ”

The leader was silent for a moment, "Let others bury him, and you and we will go to find the young lady and young master he said." "They have always been deeply protected by the Renault family in the past, and now that they encounter this situation, they have no reason to refuse, and they will not refuse, and from the knight's words, the leader seems to realize that the young lady and the young master are most likely the descendants of the Renault family.

"Chief, this way." The hunter led the way, and the leader followed with some warriors.

There was no snow today, so the horseshoe prints were still clear, and the hunters could easily spot them.

Keeping following the horseshoe prints, the hunter suddenly saw what was ahead of him and ran over, and the leader strode with the warriors.

They saw a small battlefield, much smaller than the previous one, but when they saw the corpses on the ground, the leader's heart sank. There were three corpses on the snow, a woman and two men, and in accordance with what the knight said, it was certain that these were the corpses of the young lady and the young master.

This may well be the last hope of the Renault family, but time seems to be against the Renault family, and this family that has been inherited for hundreds of years seems to be about to be destroyed in this short period of time. Even if he is not a member of the Renault family, he can feel the desolation, because the Renault family represents the Northland, and the demise of the Renault family represents the demise of the Northland?

He didn't dare to think about it, he asked the warriors to tidy up the battlefield and pack all the useful weapons and items. He walked over to the corpse.

The hunter shook his head at him and said, "They are all dead, they were attacked by werewolves. ”

"Werewolf, werewolf again." The leader was resentful.

"This one is still alive." The hunter exclaimed suddenly. He examined Ataquay's body and said, "There are no wounds on his body, it looks like he fell from a horse, but his legs have been cut open by the werewolves, and because they have been buried in the snow for too long, their legs have died, and they can only be sawed off, otherwise they will not survive." She sighed.

"Then sawn it off, although we don't know who he is, it's always his luck to survive." The leader did not hesitate, and said directly, "This matter is up to you," and after saying that, he urged the warriors to speed up, and called a few warriors to help the hunters.

The Northlanders often fight, and they don't fight with the orcs who sneak into the Northland because they fight in the hunting grounds, and over time, amputation is a familiar operation for them. They raised a fire, roasted the axe red, and then quickly severed the necrotic legs, and the blood vessels at the incision were quickly scorched at high temperatures, blocking the flow of blood.

"Whether he will survive or not depends on himself," thought to the hunter, bandaging the wound. Although this procedure is often used, some people still die later after the wound becomes infected.

Atakoy was carried behind by a sturdy warrior, and the others quickly departed with their packed weapons and armor, leaving alone the two newly erected tombs on the side of the mountain path.

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In the silence of the snowfield, an orc unit stopped and lit a fire to cook. Theron rode out of the tent on the white wolf and looked at the silent forest not far away.

It's almost there, this is where he grew up, in this forest there is his "home", and his enemies live. Would the barbarians, who have never looked down on themselves and consider themselves mongrels, think that one day, they will come back with their armies and come back to destroy them.

Maybe not, they may think that they are just a mongrel, or a bastard who killed the old shaman, and they must want to kill themselves, but will they take themselves seriously?

Theron smiled.

The cold wind blew through his black hair, revealing a pair of shining eyes.

"Hmm...."The white wolf seemed to sense the mood of its master, and it turned its head and licked Theron's hand, whining and whining.

Theron touched the white wolf's head and gently kicked it in the stomach, and the white wolf led him back to the camp.

"Hmm~~~~~" The white wolf suddenly looked in one direction vigilantly, and let out a low roar, its tail raised high. Theron looked over and knew that this was the white wolf's performance when he spotted the enemy, but Theron didn't think there would be an enemy in the orc camp.

Emerging from the shadows is a werewolf whom Theron knows, a subordinate of the Shadow Wolf. He patted the white wolf on the head, indicating that the other party was not an enemy.

The white wolf licked his lips, but still stared at the werewolf vigilantly.

The werewolf didn't care about the white wolf's vigilance, and he said directly to Theron, "The leader asked you to go to the camp to see him." With that, he disappeared into the shadows.

It should be a matter of how to attack the White Bear Tribe, otherwise he would not let himself go to the camp, Theron thought to himself. Shadow Wolf hadn't seen himself since he walked out of Carlin, as if he were just an unrelated person, but fortunately he had a companion.

He patted the white wolf on the head, got off the white wolf's back, stepped forward and opened the door of the tent, and walked in.

The tent was quiet, with the Shadow Wolf sitting at the top, and a few strong orcs on either side below, but most of them were werewolves, with only one Gnoll and one Greenskin, but even the roughest Greenskins were quiet.

Theron came in and caught everyone's eye, but no one spoke.

Theron nodded to them, and walked over to his place, which was the outermost one, and across from him was a gnoll.

Shadow Wolf watched Theron come in, nodded, he waved his hand for his subordinates to bring up a map, the map was made of animal skins, it was large, and the two werewolves carried the map together, put it on the ground in the middle, and spread it directly to the entrance of the tent.

This was the first time Theron had seen a map of this size.