The fierce sound of horses' hooves, the low roar of the mad wolf's tattered chest.

"Damn it! These crazy wolves, my uncle doesn't have any fresh food for you. I've thrown the last bit of jerky to you! What else do you want...... What else do you want to do! Mark swung his sword from side to side, hoping to push the clenching brutes back.

And the three mad wolves kept hanging him, playing with the fat man on the horse, left and right.

"I think I was ...... back then The famous 'Wolf Slayer' Mark! You brutes, dare to bully the uncle like this! ”

Mark shouted, and Choi drove the horses to speed, but the terrain was too complicated in the dense forest to shake off the more agile mad wolf.

What he didn't notice was that his trajectory had gradually deviated from the intended route. It was as if these mad wolves were deliberately driving him in that direction.

The creeping vines of the jungle are most likely to surprise and disperse their paralyzing toxin-laden tentacles into the path that their prey is likely to pass. When the prey hits its head, they begin to contract, releasing toxins until the prey no longer resists and drags it into its "stomach" to digest it.

Boom...... On the seemingly flat road, a few vines appeared as the horses ran past, but fortunately the horses only tripped over a bit, and one of them almost flipped on his back.

"Thank goodness these crazy wolves didn't follow...... Oh no! How did you end up here...... I'd rather go back and face those crazy wolves! Mark had to slow down, as the notoriety of the Wriggling Jungle was too loud among the hunters.

"Hey, hey! Man, you'd better go, we're going to get out of here, or we're all going to die here!" Mark flung the reins, but the horses under his ass seemed too tired......

"Oh no!" When he finally reacted, it was too late, and several vines flowed down the tree like snakes and wrapped around him. Although he swung his sword a few times, he regretted it after cutting off a vine, because the paralyzing toxin poured directly on his head.

"No, don't! Who's going to save me! "After being attacked, the speed and strength of the vine increased sharply, and in the blink of an eye, he was tied up. He felt a paralyzing sensation slowly appear in his neck, wrists, and face where they touched the vines.

"Am I going to die? I'm going to die here! Mark whimpered.

Sou...... Whoosh, he saw two arrows that broke through the air and cut off the two vines that extended from the top of the tree, leaving only a thicker vine to bind him. The horses under his ass had gone nowhere, and now he was like a piece of fresh bait tied to a tree.

"Thank you, the gods...... Thank the gods! Who came to save me?! Mark was so excited that he was sobbing with emotion.

Orlan slowly drove his horse closer to him, until he stepped out of the shadows of the trees, revealing his long silver hair and blood-red eyes in the moonlight.

"O'...... Ran, Lord Oran...... Orlan, you're here to save me! Thank you, gods. Swallowing his saliva, Mark looked at Oran's red eyes with a little wist.

"Huh...... Haha! ”

Mark swore it was the first time in all these years that he had seen Orlan smile so happily and so weirdly. If it weren't for the fact that he had fully understood that Orlan was human for more than a decade, he would have agreed to say that he was an evil bloodsucking creature.

"Tell me first, how much did you and the Hunter Brotherhood participate in Morgan's death four years ago?"

"Your Excellency...... I totally ...... Whoa, whoa! Before he could finish speaking, in the blink of an eye, an arrow sliced his left ear in two right next to the left side of his face, and Mark howled in pain.

"Heh, I'm very patient. You can continue to wait for you to make it up. Orlan was unusually silent and calm, and now he was a little wicked and crazy.

"My lord! My lord...... I don't really know anything, it's the bandits...... Those bandits...... Yes! Orlan couldn't get the word he wanted, and raised his hand to shoot a small part of Mark's little finger away with the force of a full bow.

"Ha, rest assured! My head is not bad, you just don't have the first knuckle of your little thumb. As a hunter, you still can't starve. And don't howl, the paralyzing toxin won't make you hurt so much. ”

"My lord! It's all made by the dogs of the Brotherhood, and no one dares to touch Old Morgan without their permission. They say that old Morgan has betrayed all the hunters and wants to keep the treasure for himself. Those masked bandits are the ones they hire! ”

"Oh...... It turned out to be a masked bandit, how would you know? You didn't mention that specificity just now. ”

"Your Excellency...... Bandits, how can bandits not be masked! All bandits were masked. Mark didn't know whether he was in a hurry or in pain.

"Nonsense! The scarred one-eyed man was not blindfolded! Orlan shouted, and the bow was full again!

"No, no! He's covered, he's masked! I'm sure he's blindfolded, and he's and his men are masked, and we say don't want to intervene if you don't get your face covered...... "Under the threat of the cold arrows, and the slight hallucinogenic effect of paralyzing toxins, it is easy for a person with a weak mind like Mark to spit out the truth.

"Good!" Oran grinned and tilted his head, squinting as if thinking about something...... Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was no trace of emotion to be revealed.

"......" Mark's eyes protruded, he didn't expect the other party to be so neat. He was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy when the arrow was blocked, and the tip of the arrow pierced the back of his head, mixed with some bone slurry.

The vines would soon gather again, and then wrap around his corpse and wrinch him into the emerald green giant plant "stomach pouch". For a week or so, there might be only a few bones and gold scattered around the trees.

Oran, killed another colleague. Count on your fingers, well, it should be the seventh. Among the "bandits" who besieged him and old Morgan that night, there were actually many people who could directly identify who they were by their bodies and habits.

And the rest can only rely on a little "inquiry", of course, with his peers.

The name of the one-eyed owl is familiar, but this is the first time Orlan has asked for new and useful information, so who is the person behind the one-eyed owl? Those aristocrats.

The matter of Pleaserell, the news that should have been received a long time ago has also lagged behind. But fortunately, I was lucky to walk with Mark and Jack this time. When we met that day, it was like an old friend who "reunited after a long farewell", but in fact, Orlan was excited.

……

"Lord Oran, you're back." The knight stayed up all night, but saw another horse led by Oran......

"And why is Your Excellency Oran in such a good mood? I actually laughed just now, that's really ...... It's kind of fascinating...... Ahem. ”