The jerky, which has been stored for several months after air drying, chews like dry sticks, salty and astringent. But for Yaruta, it's also a rare delicacy in the forest. The farther north you go in the Ellasser Forest, the colder the climate becomes, and in the woods near the northern end of the forest, which the older hunters call the 'Mist Woodlands', there is occasional snow at night, and frost can weave a mist through the woods even during the day.

Here, too, the animals of the forest have become very scarce, and with the exception of the occasional encounter with some thick-haired rodents, it is difficult for even experienced hunters to replenish their food in the forest.

Yaruta cut the jerky into small pieces and put it in a boiling pot. The soup in the swarthy iron pot was full of wild vegetables, and the heat rose as if it were about to melt the snow on the branches.

This kind of food is naturally not eaten by those noble lords, but it is commonplace for hunters.

"We're running out of dry food...... "The boy turned over the fur in his heart, and all that was left was some blackened breadcrumbs underneath. He sighed slightly in his heart, but he had already expected that before entering the mountain this time, the family would not be able to open the pot-

My sister said that after entering the mountains this time, she would be able to save enough money to go to Karasu and join her relatives there. He greedily sniffed the fragrance that filled the pot, and his stomach growled to himself.

He looked up at the neat tents on the other side of the woodland, and the sound of argument kept coming from the camp. He knew that the hunters from the town had a disagreement with the nobles, mainly because the hunters were unwilling to cross the river to the north.

Thinking of the river to the north, Yaruta couldn't help but shudder.

After passing through the Weaving Woodland, it is bounded by the Nuga River and heads north into the Needle Hills. The river connects Lake Wallendon with the lower reaches of Lake Lantoniland and is covered with drift ice all year round. But there are some even more terrifying legends, after entering the night. There is often something 'stuff' wandering in the frost-stained forest to the north. Whoever has seen them has never returned from the forest.

Such legends have been passed down from generation to generation, so the north of the Nuga River has gradually become synonymous with the no-go zone.

Even Aruta often heard terrible stories such as 'The Man in the Tree'. 'Heartless Knight' and other kinds of storage zài. He shuddered as he thought of the legends he had listened to from the hunters of the older generation around the campfire.

He glanced back in the direction of the hills, and for several nights in a row he saw something like a ghost in the forest. He only told his sister about it. But my sister only said that he was dazzled.

"Even in 'The Night Wanderer', there's nothing like what you see, you must have mistaken the crystal stag for something else. In that case, we might be lucky. These are her exact words.

But he knew that the number of hunters keeping vigil in the town had doubled since that day. The closer you get to the north, the more perceptible the oppression in the air becomes, and the conversation between people seems to become scarce.

It's just that Yaruta doesn't understand, obviously the people in the town don't like them, so why does my sister have to tell them everything. Even the hunter's motto 'work together to get through this'. But solidarity should not be unilateral.

He had never liked the people in the town, especially the look in them with a little disgust.

Suddenly he heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the hunter's camp, and only the nobles had horses—he looked up. A few knights with tall horses were seen coming to their camp with a group of noble private soldiers.

What happened? Are you done talking?

With such doubts. Aruta's gaze passed through the white steam rising from the iron cauldron, and in the haze behind the mist, a hunter walked towards the knights. Seems to want to ask what's going on. But a noble private soldier came up and pushed him to the ground.

Yaruta stood up suddenly.

The noble private soldiers began to spread out on both sides, encircling the camp. He didn't know what was happening, but when he turned around, he saw a line of soldiers with longbows coming out of the forest. He saw the noble longbowmen, clad in leather armor and almost completely covering their faces, drawing arrows from their backs and spreading their bows.

An instinctive premonition of danger rose from the bottom of his mind.

A hunter came running from the back of the camp with a pale face, he knew the fellow, who had two young daughters, and who had once thrown sand over his head - he remembered for the rest of his life the way the fellow looked at him with contempt. But the other party's expression at that time must not have been as distorted as it is now.

"Those bitch aristocrats have to repent!" The hunter let out a hoarse cry, "Run—"

Then there was a sharp whistle in the forest, a long syllable that Aruta knew well as a hunter. An arrow burst through the air, and pierced the hunter's throat.

The voice stopped abruptly.

The sharp tip of the arrow broke through the flesh and pierced through the side of the jaw, the blood gathered outward into a line, and the short wings remained on the other side of the opponent's neck, trembling slightly.

The hunter looked at him, his mouth open and closed, with a look of fear and reluctance, and he seemed to be trying to grasp his throat with his hands, but he had barely lifted it to his chest before he fell to the ground.

Yaruta swallowed.

He had seen a hunter shoot an arrow through the throat of his prey, and had even done so with his own hands. But when the object of human hunting was changed to the same kind, he realized that the same scene could be so terrifying.

A person who was alive before seemed to have turned into a cold corpse in a moment.

His heart was pounding, as if he had just understood what had happened. He had never experienced anything like this, and he didn't expect the nobles to dare to do this—Yaruta only felt chills in his hands and feet for a moment, but the first thing he thought of was his sister, who depended on him for his life.

"Sister......

The longbowmen on the edge of the forest let go of their bowstrings, and the arrows rained down on the camp, and Aruta felt a pain in her calves, and she lost her weight and fell to her knees. He collapsed on the edge of a tent of animal skins, staring at the events around him in disbelief.

The men who were usually familiar, even the most seasoned hunters in town, fell one after another in pools of blood, like a fallen stake. Finally someone began to resist, and he tried to keep his eyes open to see the chief hunter of the town, leaning on a carriage, firing his bow and shooting over two noble private soldiers.

Although he usually hates that guy very much. But at this moment, I can't help but cheer for each other. But just as the hunter leader fired his bow for the third time. A figure descended from the sky - Aruta saw the sword slash through the man's neck, the flesh parting, and the head falling to the ground. A pillar of blood rose into the sky.

The memorable face rolled to the ground and slammed into pieces, and then it was stained with grass ash and snow, as if it was impossible to distinguish the original appearance in an instant.

The noble knights also rushed into the camp.

The camp burst into angry shouts and screams. Aruta felt her head start to get dizzy. He shuddered and crawled backwards, but the horse's hooves swept past him, and then he felt a pain in his lower back, and his whole body seemed to be pinned to the ground.

He couldn't help but scream.

There was a shrieking voice behind him, and he knew it was those noble private soldiers. The knight pulled out his spear, and Yaruta immediately felt that the strength of her whole body seemed to be lost, and her body became lilt.

He gasped for breath, and with the last of his strength he looked in the direction of the nobleman's camp—

He saw the distorted smiling faces, with a look of coldness, cruelty, or even schadenfreude. There was also a terrible scream in the direction of the camp, and it was heard in the distance.

"Sister...... Sister ......"

The vision seems to be blurry, too. In the midst of the shadows, he saw a faint blue figure in the distance turning away.

……

It has been almost five days since I entered the Forest of Anlath.

Brando stood at the top of the hill and looked at the forest that had turned gray, and in the distance the Nuga River loomed like a slender ribbon of light in the forest. This area is known in the game as the Land of Dead Silence. Because there are no animals in the forest. There are no monsters either, except for these cedars, which are covered with snow, so to speak. There is no living creature left in the forest.

Most of the reasons for this situation are due to the Frost Forest, because of the special reason, the monsters are confined in the forest labyrinth, and the creatures are reluctant to approach this strange land, so naturally such a scene is formed on the periphery of the Frost Forest.

Brando stared at the other side of the Nuga River, and beyond the not-so-wide riverside woodland, the Froststained Forest dungeon group. "Beyond that wood, it's Milos's final breath." He thought to himself.

In the middle of the game, the four outer dungeons of 'The Final Breath of Milos, Death of the Gods, Forest of Tears, and Wolf's Blood Glade' surround the large labyrinth in the center. Only by passing through any of these four outer dungeons can you reach the ring glacier. The Ring Glacier is actually an abbreviation for the player, and its full name in Amber Sword is the River of Despair of Milos, which is said to have been formed by the magic of the giant god Milos crashing into the ground when he fell to the ground, and the young dragon in the game inhabited this area.

He shook his head, feeling that he was thinking a little too far. Entering the forest from the direction of Viero Valenburg begins with the challenge of the Forest of Tears, but this is the most difficult of the four quests. Theoretically, it was easiest to enter from the Wolfblood Glade to the north, but he didn't have that much time to make a detour, so Milos's Final Breath, which was second only to the Wolfblood Glade in difficulty among the four dungeons, was the best choice.

What's more, it seems that Anlek also chose this path.

However, even the easier areas of the four quests are not so easy to deal with. I am afraid that the comfortable speed of progress in the forest of Anlass will not be able to continue here. Brando couldn't help but think as he looked at the group heading down the hillside.

"Brando, come and see this side!"

Freya suddenly shouted at the bottom of the mountain.

"What did you find?" Brando was slightly stunned before walking down the path opened up by the guards. Akane was silently by his side as always, and the two of them came to the bottom of the hill without hurrying, only to see that a large number of people had gathered in the place where the convoy was located. He even saw that Mr. and Mrs. Lorenna were huddled in the crowd, and Brando immediately thought about what was going on.

He parted the crowd, and sure enough, his brow furrowed slightly.

Another one.

……