The exiles have not had such a good night's sleep for a long time, most of them were the second or youngest sons of nobles or the sons of wealthy merchants before they became the servants of Rosada, and after becoming priests, Rosada did not prohibit physical pleasures, they were used to warm honey water, white bread, Roasted or boiled meat with salt and spices, plump and sweet fruits, clean muslin sheets, goose-down pillows instead of streams mixed with mud and grass blades, hairy little mice (which they could only catch before Cremar arrived), sour berries with spikes, swampy burrows and all sorts of bugs that try to burrow into every hole.

The new dwelling, which had been roasted by Cremar's flames, was very dry, the insects had burned to death, the walls and the floor were warm, and there was nothing bad about it except that it was a little hard.

Unfortunately, the dream didn't last long, and it quickly turned into a nightmare, a wet, cold nightmare.

Adel shivered and woke up from his dream, his cheeks were a little stiff with coldness on the side of his cheeks against the ground, his oversized clothes were already soaked, they smelled of dirt, the cave was pitch black, he groped his way up, found the stone that blocked the entrance to the cave, pushed it away, and the faint blue light illuminated the cave, his and their dwellings.

He and his companions watched in amazement as if the ground had been repeatedly tilled by dozens of heavy iron ploughs, covered by a forcible criss-crossing ditch, and at the other end of the ditch was connected to the creek that had been dug up, and the rising stream was somehow flooding down the ditch into the caverns below the ground, and all the people had crawled out of the ruined dwellings, covered in sewage, numb and agitated.

The charcoal fire that had been set aside was also extinguished, and only the blackened and cracked stones remained.

Adelle's teacher picked up a small, crooked object from the loose dirt, he wiped it clean with the palm of his hand, it was gray-black, mixed in the dirt and could not be found with his eyes at all, he only found it when he stepped on it, the fracture was gray-white, with fine stubble, it could be said to be very fresh.

"Is it a wild boar?" said the sinner who had been a fat man, the son of a knight, and before he became the priest of Rosada, he had made many rounds of the grange on behalf of his father and brother, who had been busy with war, and he had seen the beet and sweet potato fields ravaged by wild boars, and it was about as it were, "and we should have some weapons," he muttered, bending down to burrow back into his burrow, which still contained a stone tied to a branch that looked like a pointed hammer.

A huge black shadow jumped on his back at this moment, and he threw himself down in the muddy water, his teeth hitting a stone, the pain blackened his eyes, and he heard someone shout, the kind of hoarseness, louder than when they had been branded, it was so ridiculous, he just fell—he thought so, until four sharp teeth pierced his neck.

He tilted his head, he smelled blood, his nose and mouth were drowning in his blood, he saw vague and trembling shadows, bright spots of light, very light of that yellow or orange, more than two, he wanted to count it, but his blood was draining from the torn artery.

He stopped thinking.

It was a small pack, there were only three adult wolves, one of them was a female wolf, which may be why the male wolf without one eye was not expelled from the pack, and their leader was a sturdy gray wolf, whose whole length was more than seven feet with its tail and weighed one hundred and ten pounds, and it was the first to jump on the unsuspecting human and bite his throat, and its mate, a she-wolf with darker fur than the others, pounced on another tall human, and the disabled male wolf quietly moved from the black grass to the back of the chosen victim, who was also a younger humanWhen he was knocked down by the giant wolf, he raised his hand to block his neck, thinking that he would be able to escape, but this old man, the experienced male wolf did not attack his neck at all, and its teeth did not hesitate to pierce the soft belly of the human, flick its head, cut the skin and fat, and bury its long snout into the most delicious intestines and liver.

Five wolf cubs, almost the size of an adult wolf, entangled the rest of the people, and they didn't have much hunting experience, but they still knew a lot about how to force panicked prey back into the encirclement.

They only attack those who want to flee and those who want to fight back.

The former priest, who insisted on his innocence, finally found a chance to burrow back into his cave, but he didn't have the time or opportunity to move the stone over and block the hole, and the she-wolf quickly threw off her opponent and burrowed into it, followed by a terrifying hissing and tumbling and scuffling.

The others were gathered together by the wolves, they were all weak, young or old, although they still had a few sticks and sticks, the sticks belonged to the senior priest, without which he could not walk, but at least he could stand firmly, the sticks were the branches that the priests who wanted to catch rabbits had gotten when they went into the woods to collect mushrooms and berries, and they had not even been able to peel off the bark, and there was a natural stone bowl, which was a stone, slightly sunken in the middle, and the man who put it away had originally wanted to use it to mash something, and he held it in his hand, and his ten fingers were so hard that they turned white, as if he was holding his own life。

When they left the cave, they had brought them out of prudence and love, after all, it had taken a lot of effort to get their hands on them, and now these disdainful debris had become their last straw.

The four-legged killers weren't in a hurry, and it was because of this that they attacked the stronger of the pack in the first place, and unlike their usual hunting methods, they didn't intend to let anyone go.

The orc-wolf-toe lay comfortably in the grass not far away, the stream flowing by him a few steps away, spotted mosquitoes, midges, and ticks burrowing in clumps of his skin, but the stucco, which had accumulated for decades and would continue to pile up, held them back like a solid suit of armor, and they tried to find his mouth, Ears and nostrils, but the lips and ears of the wolf toe are covered by thick thick black hair, and the nostrils are the only vulnerable point, so the wolf toe will sufflate from time to time, and the strong air flow will wash away the dirt and bugs in the nose, and then inhale deeply, inhaling the cold air and the heavy smell of blood into his nose.

He pricked up his ears to listen to the miserable cries and terrible chewing sounds, his employer was very appreciative of his plan, and gave nearly half of the deposit (not quite in accordance with the rules), but asked him to get a large group, the kind of colony of forty or fifty wolves, the wolf toes on the surface agreed but were quite dismissive on the inside, even the human mercenaries will take the initiative to ask for more rewards when the pay is too low, the same is true of the wolves, you call them, let them run from the side of the storm cliff to this side, you have to make sure to give them enough meat, and there are only a few people here, and they are very thin, and the wolf toes do not want to find gold coins out of their pockets to satisfy the big appetite of the wolvesSo in the end he found a small wolf pack, probably a new wolf pack after the pack, and because of an accident or disaster, only three adult wolves and five young wolves remained.

Wolftoe's mother was a human slave girl of the orcs, and his father was a priest of the tribe, and he could have used this status to get a better position among the equally lowly and lowly orcs, but it is a pity that his tribe was swallowed by another tribe, and his father and all his children were chosen as sacrifices, and if he did not have a beautiful mother who was willing to sacrifice her life to help his children escape, he would have died.

He escaped, defenseless, with only a strong body flowing with human and orc blood, his head closer to the orcs, so that he could not blend into the human country, he had to live in places where humans rarely set foot, using the abilities his father had passed on to him, he could talk to wolves, bears, and leopards, and try to deceive them of their power and reputation for terror, and rabbits, wild boars, deer, and some adventurers who were stupid enough to take shortcuts or were too curious to be his favorite prey. He also liked human wine, women, and other pleasures, so he occasionally attacked the village, and soon after he caught the attention of the guild, they found him, and he naturally chose the former without hesitation when it came to the proposition of swearing allegiance to the guild or death.

Wolftoe had a good time in the guild, at least he felt that way, although his status was only slightly higher than that of the slaves and servants - because he was so cowardly that he never appeared in front of his victims, even if he was nearly half as tall and nearly twice as wide as ordinary humans, and his claws were as sharp as knives, he did not want to, he only let his tools, the fierce birds and beasts, complete the tasks assigned to him by the guild.

But there are also many patrons who like the way he acts, because then the murder looks like an accident.

Just like this time.

His employer had warned him that these people might be under the watchful eye of the elves, so Wolftoe watched them and the surroundings for a long time - he didn't notice anything but a suspicious Jackie, but today a mage came and he cast a spell to bake the burrows and give them food and medicine for Wolftoe's prey, and Wolftoe feared that he would also bring them weapons and even scrolls.

The flame-reinforced cave was a bit tricky, but the wolf's toe was still half human, and he had the wolves dig a creek and create a ditch for the water to flow into the cave, and sure enough, the unwary humans themselves crawled out of their secure shelters.

Next, he just has to wait.

Author's note: This is the 20th ha.

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