To be a good hunter is to be patient enough, especially when dealing with particularly difficult prey, and you have to spend days or even months tracking it, observing it, waiting for it, finally killing it, making its special parts into a collectible collection, and writing its story into your autobiographical novel - Hemmit? Nesinwari. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the great dwarven hunter Hemmit? Bernie and Garner had enough patience to lie motionless in the grass for a day, as Nesinvari had said, but less than half an hour later, there was movement in the woods, something attracted by the sound of gunfire and the smell of blood.

"I've never seen them before, so I'd love to see them......"

Blind Gna sighed softly, but his good friend Bernie the Mute couldn't answer him or tell him what 'they' looked like.

A small group of twelve ghouls crawled out of the woods in turn, lured by the sound of gunfire to the vicinity, and followed the smell of blood to look around suspiciously, Bernie had quietly left, and just as the ghouls wanted to get close to the brown bear carcass and want to have a feast, Gnar jumped out of the grass in the distance, and although he could not see the ghouls with his keen sense of smell, he was very painfully smoked by their rotting bodies.

After the destruction of the mighty Lordaeron, the Scourge was no longer an internal affair of any country, and their notoriety spread throughout the Alliance, with everyone talking and worrying that these monsters would one day run to their doorstep...... Gerner thought to himself that the rumors were true, and that these things called natural disasters did stink disgustingly.

The ghouls were quickly attracted to the living Gnar, and the Scourge, who seemed to be particularly sensitive to the smell of the living and the smell of blood, immediately turned around and ran towards the blind dwarves.

Bernie, who had brought back the Roquemodan goat from a distance, rode it back to Gnaw, and after helping his friend climb the goat, he turned the goat around and headed towards a sparsely wooded area by the river, slowing down from time to time to match the ghoul's speed.

They seem to be seducing those ghouls.

The big goat stopped and stopped along the river, and approached a camp for nearly an hour, where several dwarf gnolls were patrolling the camp, and they did not attack the goat and the two dwarves on its back.

"Come back...... Welcome! Ready! ”

The black and white gnolls also greeted the two dwarves in a strange dwarven language.

"We've only known each other for a few days? These guys are going to say what we say? Are all jackals geniuses? ”

Gna, the blind man lying on the back of a sheep, roared loudly, discovering something that he thought was a lower creature, and his unexpected cleverness always hurt his pride.

When the group of ghouls chasing after the dwarves found the camp, they hesitated a little with their sluggish heads, but attacked the gnolls - uncommanded ghouls always had a single target: the nearest living creature.

A few gnolls rounded the camp and fled along the river with the dwarves, as if their bows and arrows were mere decorations...... Such an obvious trap can only be fooled by low-level natural disasters without independent will.

Attracted by the breath of the living, they made their way through the camp to a clearing by the river, and finally found that the two dwarves and the gnolls were no longer running away.

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In Loria's view, the meaning of salvation presumably refers to the act of freeing someone's spirit and soul from the dark mire.

She had saved Briette's life and healed a wounded fawn, but the Holy Scriptures that asked her to redeem something did not approve of these actions.

"Stand in line, come one by one, and merciful Miss Loria assures you that she will save the broken souls of you poor little ghouls."

A little pink-haired girl who referred to herself in the third person was standing between a dwarf and a ghoul, and she finally changed her skirt and put on very easy shorts and a shirt to make it easier to hunt...... Although it is still an anti-seasonal wear.

She was fishing near the camp with Elie Meow when she heard the noise and knew that the prey had finally arrived.

Throwing away the fishing rod in her hand and taking the rudimentary scabbard thrown by Vanilla, Loria drew her True Silver Sword and walked leisurely towards the ghouls.

She was not at all afraid of the ghouls that were coming at her, not only because she was used to seeing these monsters, but also because of her self-confidence - she waited for the scourge to go south on the island of Fenris, she had nothing to do, and often went in and out of the heaps of rotten gnolls, and as her uncle said, there was no better means of training her strength than actual combat, and she was now able to call herself a qualified warrior and magician.

Miss Loria leisurely flipped the holy sword in her hand with her wrist, and slightly sideways dodged the ghoul who pounced first, leaving a wound on its back that was burned by the flames.

The True Silver Sword is so easy to use, it will cut the undead without splashing blood, and it will keep your clothes clean at all times.

It was futile to try to fight back, the ghoul's claws couldn't even touch Miss Loria's body, not to mention that she was protected by an imperceptible, near-transparent shield.

Beaten countless times by the rotten gnolls, Loria has finally mastered the mystery of the magic shield.

"Flame wreath!"

Loria, standing in the middle of the horde of ghouls, shouted the name of the move, and all twelve ghouls around her were frozen in place...... Her bad habit of making up incantations and shouting the names of her moves hasn't changed.

"This is the undead that makes my people worry about it every day?"

Jumping off the back of a big goat, the blind man Gna hired by Loria taunted him, and although he couldn't see it, he could hear one ghoul after another screaming and desperation, and judging by the frequency of the sounds, his employer met hardly any decent resistance.

"I don't know, the horror of the undead, don't be proud!"

The little female gnoll Rana is still following Loria, teaching the blind Gna in a jerky dwarven language - in her opinion, she is the leader of this little mercenary group, and it is of course the captain's duty to remind his men not to underestimate the enemy.

"Hell yes! You're even more proficient in dwarven language than you were before, is there someone who keeps teaching you how to pronounce it in your head! ”

However, the dwarves would not regard the gnolls as their leader, and the blind Gnar almost put his beard in the face of the little female jackal, and just as he was about to continue to sarcastically tease, the mute Bernie patted him on the shoulder.

Gna the Blind burst out laughing heartily, and he shouted to Loria, who had finished his 'redemption' and was walking towards the people:

"My dear Miss Employer, Bernie wants me to tell you that this is a wonderful hunt...... Hahaha! Next time, let's join the fight, my sledgehammer can't wait to crush these wonderful prey! (To be continued.) )