At midnight, everything is quiet.

Predators in the dark of night, mercilessly harvesting life, or being harvested by more powerful predators. The natural law of natural selection is vividly manifested in the darkness.

In a tree not far from Veli, a hunter leaned against a broad trunk and was asleep.

Suddenly, the sleeping hunter shuddered, opened his eyes, looked around, and seemed to sense that something was wrong.

"Is it a delusion......

The hunter muttered to himself, and was about to fall asleep with restlessness, when he suddenly felt the sound of leaves rubbing overhead.

He subconsciously looked up, but suddenly found a figure descending from the sky.

The figure held a short blade and stared at it.

"You ......"

The hunter reached for the knife, but it was too slow. The figure swiped one hand, a short blade from top to bottom, slicing through the hunter's throat and splattering blood.

The hunter let out a terrible scream and fell directly from the trunk of the tree to the ground.

He convulsed a few times, with panic and unwillingness in his eyes, and finally he was powerless to struggle and lost his life.

The figure on the trunk of the tree fell from the tree, and he stretched out his finger and probed the hunter's snort. After confirming that the hunter was indeed dead, he got up and walked into the darkness to find his next target.

Under the starlight, his eyes were cold.

"Huh?"

In the hollow of the tree, Willy suddenly opened his eyes.

Just now, in his sleep, he seemed to hear some strange sound.

"It looks like someone is screaming......"

Willy recalled the faint voice, much like a man's wail before he died.

"Is there a hunter who died?" Willy furrowed his brow, "Was it attacked by a nocturnal predator?"

Thinking of this, Willy no longer had any sleepiness.

The hunter who let out the scream, he was not far from him. If you continue to sleep, you may become the next target. Rather than that, it would be better to go to that place and survey it. If it was really the snow deer, maybe he could find some traces.

Thinking of this, Willy gathered his belongings, climbed out of the hollow of the tree, and walked towards the place where the screams were coming from.

Willy groped his way through the darkness, and his rich hunting experience allowed him to move freely even in the dark.

"It should be not far from there......

Willy surveyed the terrain and the surrounding vegetation before continuing on his way.

"...... smell of blood"

Willy smelled blood, and he became cautious at this point.

Ten minutes had passed since the scream, and perhaps the corpse had been eaten by the beast, or even that beast might have been nearby.

Willy groped his way forward, and sure enough, he saw a gray lone wolf gnawing on a corpse that had been disemboweled. With the help of Starlight, Willy made out the unbroken face and realized that it was indeed a familiar hunter.

"This hunter was hunted by this lone wolf?"

A look of doubt appeared in Willy's eyes.

This is not perverse, first of all, it is unlikely that an experienced and heavily armed hunter will die at the hands of a lone wolf, or even a lone wolf will not even get close to him. Secondly, Willy found that there were no traces of a fight in the vicinity of the lone wolf and the hunter. This is even more unreasonable, even if the hunter is attacked and bitten, it is impossible to let it be slaughtered. Even if you stay still, there should be traces of dragging.

In this way, the only explanation is that after the hunter was killed, the lone wolf rushed to collect food.

Thinking of this, Willy pulled out his longbow and arrows.

He drew the string with his sword, and the bowstring was full of the moon.

With a whoosh, the bow and arrow shot out, piercing the lone wolf's eye socket and piercing the back of its head. With strong inertia, the lone wolf's body flew directly and hit the trunk behind it. The lone wolf's scream was only brief, followed by a few convulsions, and there was no sound.

Willy didn't hesitate and walked straight forward to investigate. He needs to move quickly, or the smell of blood will attract other predators.

Willy cautiously watched his surroundings, approaching and crouching down in front of the hunter's corpse.

Originally, Willy didn't feel anything, because the junior hunter gave him the ability to stay calm in times of danger. But when he got close to the hunter's corpse, he suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach. It was the first time Veli had been so close to a corpse, and human instinct made him uncomfortable.

Willy looked up, took a deep breath, and only lowered his head again after calming down.

"Huh?!"

However, when Willy saw the horrific condition of the hunter's corpse, his pupils shrank suddenly.

On the hunter's body, he found a long scar. From the neck to the chest, it is caused by the penetration of a sharp weapon, which is a fatal injury.

"How could such a wound appear, this is obviously man-made!"

Willy was sure, for the beast could not have made such a neat wound. Even if it was the snow-striped deer with supernatural abilities, it shouldn't kill people like this.

"Why did anyone kill him...... Who's going to do it......

A layer of coolness permeated Willy's body, and the atmosphere of the Bole Forest seemed to drop ten degrees in an instant.

The Pole Forest, which was already full of dangers, has become more dangerous. There are not only man-eating beasts, but also murderers.

"Could it be the hands of other hunters?"

Willy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he wondered if there was a contradictory hunter who killed the killer in a no-man's land after entering the Pole Forest.

If it's really a hunter seeking revenge, it's fine, but if not? It means that all hunters are likely to be hunted.

Willy's sense of unease grew stronger.

"I can't stay any longer......"

Willy got up, ready to abandon his search for the snow-streaked deer. At the very least, Bamos had to be informed of the anomaly first, and Bamos would make a decision.

Willy hurried out of the Pole Forest.

However, after only a few steps, Willy suddenly felt a thorn in his back, as if something dangerous was staring at him.

For a moment, Willy shuddered, a sixth sense that the hunter instinctively bestowed.

There is danger!

Willy almost subconsciously dodged out of place.

As he dodged, a figure fell from the tree, its blade slashing through the air.

Someone is going to kill themselves!

Willy turned and saw a thin, pale man. He was about thirty years old, with cold facial features and undisguised killing intent in his eyes. After his first move, he didn't hesitate to deliver the second blow.

Willy quickly pulled out the hunting knife given by Baron Kells from his back and made a parrying motion.