Miss Ladia Klein finally stopped laughing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the first time, the mage lady understood that hunting in the wild was not as fun as the bard had said, and that the humid air began to make her clothes and skin sticky as she entered the depths of the lush forest, but that was not the worst of all—the weeds and shrubs were so cluttered that there were no roads at all.

Scott, a veteran who opened the way in front of him, expertly chopped through the thorns that littered his life. However, it was clear that Scott's work was not done well, and the branches that bounced back cut through Miss Ladia's delicate and fair skin, leaving a series of reddish scratches, which also made Miss Radia feel a burning pain, and pulled the plain white robe on her body, trying to cover up a little more of the exposed parts, but it was completely useless, covering this place, and revealing there.

It was already difficult to walk in the mountains, and with such extra movements, Miss Lady's breath gradually became short, her body temperature increased, and the mosquitoes that were dormant in the dead leaves and bushes seemed to be attracted by some delicious food, and began to linger in front of her eyes, which made her feel troubled.

“fe――bo!”

A few waves of her little hand to drive away these annoying tiny creatures had little effect, and Miss Radia finally couldn't help herself, and her lips burst out with crisp strange syllables.

Veteran Scott turned his head.

It was a "I'm angry" look.

Radia stuck out her tongue and immediately extinguished the fireball from her fingertips.

The old soldier Scott was of course justified his anger—just now he had seen a line of fresh hoof prints, two-petaled, shallow cones, at the edge of the bush, and he knew that a wild boar was inhabiting it.

It could be a great meal for the next two days.

I can't help but he doesn't get angry.

Making a "quiet" gesture behind him, veteran Scott took a light step following the hoof prints, and Miss Lady, who was behind her, also tiptoed to follow.

At the end of the hoof prints was a puddle, but a grayish-black animal with inconspicuous earthy yellow stripes had stirred the puddle into a muddy pool

The animal rolled around as much as it could, making a pleasant nasal "hum" from time to time, but it did not notice danger at all.

Behind the bushes, veteran Scott had already pulled his bowstring, calmly inhaling and exhaling.

The sharp feathered arrow was about to hit its target, and the animal suddenly became alert, turned around and prepared to flee.

The feather arrow hit the "chrysanthemum", and the animal screamed in pain, and even the bristles on its body stood up one by one, and then, the animal spun, and the two round black eyes quickly found the direction where the feather arrow came from.

The wild creature was furious, and scurried behind the bushes with its hooves.

Veteran Scott strode up and drew a large sword from his back.

As an inaugural soldier of LV6, for this ordinary beast, it can only be said to be crushed. Scott held the big sword in both hands and shouted, and the boar was still charging with its fangs pouting when the sharp blade sliced into the lobe of the lung from the side of the chest.

Scott rolled over, pressing down with the weight of his body, and as the blood splattered, the boar's four hooves quickly stopped waving uselessly.

Miss Ladia's eyes widened as she watched as Scott gripped the sword with a hideous face, holding a fixed position, motionless.

The smell of the boar's blood made the young mage, who had always been exquisite, frown, and perhaps out of curiosity, the young lady picked up a dead branch on the muddy ground and poked it lightly at the boar's hard, thick fur.

No response.

Poked again, but still didn't react, and she was sure that the ferocious beast was indeed completely finished.

Scott climbed up from the boar's body and drew his great sword through his chest. Now he was like a bloody man, and the blood of the wild boar splashed his head and face, but he didn't care about such a thing at all, put the big sword back on his back, pulled out a bundle of rope from his waist, and tied the four hooves of the wild boar into two and two in front and back.

His movements were very sharp, but Miss Ladya on the side turned slightly red.

The way the veteran Scott tied up the boar was exactly the same way the Tassia had treated her.

Women like to think blindly, and this is a nature regardless of age. Miss Ladia was in a trance when she heard Scott's voice ringing in her ears:

"It's still a lot worse than that kid Glo—"

……

"It's still a lot worse than that gray uniform."

Glo stands in front of the window on the second floor of the "Dolphin Country", and the moonlight and lights are shining on the street. Although the "gray uniform" said "please leave immediately", there is no deadline for "immediately", and Glo does not plan to travel at night, so he decides to stay another night.

Today's battle, he is still thinking about it repeatedly, recalling all the details. After coming to this world, he felt the difference in strength between him and other strong people for the first time. In his past career as a bandit, when he encountered those "red dots", he always habitually avoided them in order to reduce the risk.

However, today, there is no way to retreat from this battle.

Based on his experience in the game in his previous life, Glo knew very well that the profession of bandit could not be done permanently.

After the "War of the Restoration of the Kingdom" in 555, the bandits of the entire Northland, including the Norgo Mountains, disappeared. However, Elantra did not achieve a long-term peace because of this, and the seeds of conflict have long been planted deep in this country and have taken root. Soon after, what awaits Elant, and even the entire continent, is the drama behind the prologue to the troubled times.

It's been a while since he came to this world, and Glo isn't sure what his future holds, but the events in those games tell him that if he doesn't want to be a "lamb" who controls life and death, life won't be easy, and there may be many unknown battles waiting ahead.

In the past years, the name "Wild Wolf" also made him briefly complacent. But he now felt deeply that this resounding name among the bandits of the Nogo Mountains was, in a way, akin to "the tallest of the short". In the troubled times in the future, this is just an ant-like existence, even if he is a "wild wolf", he is just a slightly stronger ant.

Glo closed his eyes with emotion, he tried to pull something out of his pocket, but found nothing. This is the habit of the otaku in the previous life, when he thinks, he always lights a cigarette.

There are no cigarettes in this world.

Glo felt that the melancholy in his heart could not be discharged.

The sound of Oliver grinding his teeth could be heard on the bed in the room, and Glo had "checked" his friend, and apart from the loss of more than half of his health, the able-bodied companion did not have any "debuffs" (ailments).

Oliver slept soundly.

But there was a strong longing in Glo's heart.