The white wolves in the Oran Mountains are already very scarce, and even the old hunters who have been hunting all their lives have not seen them a few times. There are quite a few gray wolves, brown wolves, and countless other variegated wolves, and even a few years ago, they dared to attack caravans in groups.

Later, there were several large-scale long-term clearances, and the huge wolf pack has been extinct, but there are still many small wolf packs. The hunter and the wolf pack are in a delicate balance, and many times both sides tacitly abide by non-aggression "treaties".

That's why most hunters leave something behind when they leave.

Orlan was still running fast with a pile of flesh and fur, and the wolves seemed not very happy with the "toll", and hung behind him for two hours.

"Hehe, like humans, there is no shortage of ferocious people among the beasts?" Orlan was also a little eager to try, and sure enough, a hunt without a knife was not a good hunt.

Oran's running rhythm has never been broken, and it's up to who is impatient. Listen to the movement, one on the left, two on the right, and a horse falling behind. The four wolves are obviously unlikely to be a whole group, that is, the outlier mad wolves, right?

"Mad wolves", most of them are the ones who actively attack humans, wolves that have been eroded and gone crazy by unknown forces. It may be caused by the leakage of the magic of an ancient ruin, or some accidental natural factors, of course, it does not exclude human forces.

Its features are easily recognizable, with a gradually corrupted body that is still agile and cunning. It's just that it's a bit hard to kill, and sometimes you can chase you and bite without half of your body.

In this game, Orlan won, and the crazy wolves on the left and right couldn't bear to pounce.

Suddenly, Orlan leaned forward as if he had slipped, and the burden behind him flew out, and the three wolves pounced. He leaned over with one hand, grasped the hilt of the sword on his back with his right hand, and flipped his whole body to the right with his hands again. The hanging tail wolf behind him also jumped into the air.

When he flicked up, the wolves also turned their heads and rushed towards him again, Orlan held his sword above his head, and slashed sideways, the standard foot combat method of the Imperial Knight. Relying on strength and inertia, as well as just the right angle, the head is instantly snapped.

However, his next blow was an eye-catcher. Roll forward with a one-handed stabbing sword, dodging and stabbing straight into the wolf's throat while dodging. Before the blood stains infected the sword, he decisively abandoned the sword! Tumbling and unloading the bow and drawing the arrows, the speed of the three short bows ** was nailed into the eyes of the three wolves.

Three wolves? Yes, the wolf that was pierced through the throat by the sword is not dead yet.

He stretched out comfortably after a simple warm-up, and the sun appeared from behind the clouds, spilling through the gaps in the leaves on the corpses, blood, and Oran...... Nature is a peaceful and beautiful scene, isn't it?

……

He was about to return to Camp Giantwood, but it was a far cry from when he left. He sniffed the air, and could see thick smoke drifting up the trunk of the giant tree from a distance. Looking at the size of the fireworks, it is common sense to say that at least a team of more than ten people is cooking on a fire.

Whether it is a traveler or a caravan, of course, a hunting party is not excluded. But Orlan hadn't heard of any hunting teams coming to this area before he set out.

Orlan habitually pulled up the leather hood at the back of his head, hiding his silver hair. Although he doesn't like to interact with people, he still needs to make some necessary transactions if he encounters a caravan. For example, small things such as salt, which is necessary for life, and flint, which are needed to make a fire.

But less than two hundred yards from the camp, Oran felt something was wrong. No loud sounds, a bit too quiet. Normally, how could the camp where the caravan was stationed not move at all?

Didn't you listen to the shouts of those people gambling cards from two hundred yards away, and the noisy singing and wanton drinking? You must know that there are no wild beasts under the giant trees, and some people are even bold enough not to set up sentry posts.

Orlan hid in the bushes and narrowed his cat-eyed vertical pupils, and there were obviously dark whistles in two directions on the giant tree, and they were always on guard.

Tsk, if it were in normal times, Orlan wouldn't want to come forward and get involved with these people. But this time it seemed like it had to be done, after all, his inventory was still there. That's worth a big bag of gold......

When Orlan appeared in the sentinels' field of vision, they were visibly caught off guard, as the sentinels in the trees hadn't given them any warning. But fortunately, Orlan was only seen dressed as a hunter, and these soldiers in leather chain mail simply put their hands on their waists.

"Hunter, please get out of here, it's ours now." Two soldiers leaned forward with shields in their left hands.

Orlan glanced at them and saw that there was no sign of the faction on either the shield or the chest. Gray leather lock-locked standard equipment, the top two, the left three, the right four, and the bottom of the tree three people.

First of all, the gaze, they are not like the ruffians in the town taverns with floating eyes and full of women's buttocks and breasts. The steady footsteps and figures of the two soldiers in front of them both had a sense of coordination and complementarity, and it was obvious that in the event of a conflict, the two would be able to cooperate in battle.

Except for the three under the tree, Oran believed that the other nine were all eyeing him. It may be that such a trivial matter is not enough to attract the attention of the three men.

But if he moves slightly, I believe that even the two "fire men" who are burning the fire can lift the sword at their feet and rush over. In addition, he could not guarantee that there would be more enemies lurking in the shadows, and the cautious hunter would never underestimate his prey or imaginary enemies.

"My stuff, on the tree, take it and go." Orlan stretched his arms slightly, indicating that he did not have any hostility.

The two soldiers glanced at each other, not noticing anything unusual about the lone hunter in front of them, but giving them a very uncomfortable feeling.

Just like observing the opponent before a duel, you can probably determine the person's profession from some external characteristics and behavioral habits, what he does specifically, and what his strength is. But they found that the person in front of them was obviously dressed as a hunter, but he did not have the characteristics of a hunter, such as the strange smell of the fermented fur of the prey.

One of the soldiers shook his head, his expression serious and dull, as if he was already planning to drive the hunter away again. And at this time, one of the three people in the "hinterland" made a secret signal that seemed to be some kind of birdsong. The two soldiers did not hesitate, "Yes." ”

At this point, Orlan judged that if a conflict broke out, it was completely impossible for him to win against this well-trained team head-on.

Orlan walked under the tree in front of him on the right, pointed to the hanging ladder, and signaled that he wanted to go to it. The other party did not stop it, but it can be seen from the afterglow that their "formation" has changed, and they are all centered on the "three".

Walking into the hollow of the tree and looking at the surface where nothing had changed, he was relieved to be sure that there was no loss of his cargo.

It was a huge backpack, even larger than Orlan himself. But if you think it's just a bale of cotton, you're very wrong. Now the biggest concern is that the soldiers below should not be so curious.