Just as the food crisis in the refugee camp had eased, and Sir Grace's assessment of Levi had risen again, a fierce scuffle was taking place in the depths of the dense forest, about three hours from the camp.

The two sides fighting each other are quite familiar with each other, and in fact, not so long ago, one of them was once a subordinate of the other. But now the subordinate relationship between them has obviously been completely destroyed, and they are talking badly to each other and fighting together.

The middle-aged fat man who was beaten by three men had quite a lot of strength, resisted desperately, and scolded like a madman. However, there were three of his opponents, and although neither of them had weapons in their hands, the punches again and again still caused the middle-aged fat man to suffer serious injuries, and blood flowed from between his cracked forehead and fat short fingers.

Another heavy punch hit the middle-aged fat man in the stomach, this time it hit very hard, and the middle-aged fat man fell to the ground with a thud, curled up into a ball, and the fat all over his body was trembling.

"You dogs that bite their owners won't end well!" the middle-aged fat man let out a hoarse cry, but that didn't stop the three men from rummaging through his luggage and stuffing everything in his pockets in exchange for a heavy kick on the ribs.

"Huck, you're not the village chief anymore, don't play presumptuous in front of Lao Tzu!" The man who kicked him was wearing a torn helmet, and his teeth were scorched, and he looked very disgusting. If Levi had been here, he would have recognized this man, he was the guard who refused to allow Levi and the others to enter the camp when he first arrived at the camp.

Not far away was a man who was throwing the last of Fat Huck's luggage into a mess, with a hunting bow on his shoulder, the only one of the three who had a weapon. After hearing Fat Huck's voice, he looked back impatiently.

"Boss, what are you talking nonsense about this fat pig, just slaughter him. ”

"Well, Fat Huck has given us some good things before, so let's not kill him and let him fend for himself in the forest. The third man persuaded, then looked up at the sky.

"I would like to warn you that it is past noon, and if we can't find a safer place, we may have to camp out in the wild. ”

"Tsk, fat pig, count yourself lucky. The man with the hunting bow cursed and swept all the things that had been turned out of his luggage, and then put them on his shoulder. "Boss, what should we do now?"

The man in the broken helmet gritted his teeth and said, "You can't sleep in the forest, it's too dangerous." We're going to leave now, trying to get out of the forest before daybreak. ”

"However, if you go out of the forest, you may encounter wandering demons. The third man said with some hesitation.

"Is it terrible to be a wandering demon, or is it terrible to be a beast that moves in the forest at night?" said the man in the broken helmet, and the third man nodded in agreement, and the three of them did not look at Huck lying on the ground again, and burrowed into the bushes on their own.

"You, you uncooked wolves, no, you can't die well!" Fat Huck lay on the ground for a long time before feeling better, and he continued to scream and curse as he got up and tried to pack his bags.

In front of him, the luggage that had been bundled together had been completely scattered, the blankets and a small amount of food to keep out the cold were of course not left, and a few gold coins sewn into the luggage compartment were also turned out. All that was left for Fat Huck was a toranomata with holes, a few letters that had been opened, and two wooden bowls that had been cracked.

"Damn robbers, nasty embryos...... Woo woo......" Huck looked at the rest of the poor things, couldn't help but be angry and afraid, and fell on the ground and cried.

Before the camp was established, Huck was the leader of a group of refugees, although he also led them through the blockade of the demon army and risked their trek through the forest. But that was a long time ago, and a few months of pampering had already degenerated him into this fat pig-like image. Even if the contents of the luggage were not robbed, Fat Huck was not confident that he could walk out of this forest with his own strength.

After being expelled from the refugee camp by Levi, most of them abandoned Fat Huck and chose the direction in which they left, except for the three who remained with Fat Huck very attentively, vowing to continue to follow him. Fat Huck was also an extremely cunning person, and if you pay attention to it, you may not be able to see the hypocrisy of these people.

However, he did not focus on the words and expressions of the people around him, but considered how to pass the blame for the loss of the refugee camp to others as much as possible after meeting his boss. Fat Huck was so involved in thinking about it that he didn't even notice that something was wrong when he was taken deep into the forest by these three people.

There's nothing to say about what happened next, it's just that the three cronies turned against each other for the little wealth that Fat Huck brought out of the refugee camp, and Fat Huck desperately resisted, but in the end he was beaten to the ground by verbal abuse and punches, and everything was looted.

It's not the worst, Fat Huck, while greedy, isn't stupid. When he left the camp, he didn't take all the looted wealth with him, and most of it was buried in a place that only he knew. The gold coins he was carrying were just what he might need on the way to Viscount Lane's Castle.

Even if it's given to these three guys, it's actually acceptable.

However, now Fat Huck's heart was full of bitterness and fear, his body was fat and strong, and the beating just now was not intended to be a serious injury. In addition to a cut on his forehead, bleeding all over his face, which looked rather embarrassed, there were even a few bruises on his body.

It's the scariest thing that all the food is swept away.

One of the three was an adventurer with a level 1 ranger class, who knew how to find his way in the forest and how to avoid the beasts, and without this cronie, Fat Huck didn't even know where he was.

Thinking about it here is definitely not the way to go.

After settling down, Fat Huck tore off a small piece of furoshiki and bandaged it on the wound on his forehead, then picked up a few scattered letters, wrapped them haphazardly with the remaining furoshiki, and hugged them tightly in his arms.

These letters are now his lifesaver, as long as he can reach Viscount Lane Castle and meet his master, he will have a chance to turn over.

"Levi, Grace, Warren, Martha, and you treacherous dogs...... Wait, Master Huck will definitely be back, and when the time comes, ......" Fat Huck gritted his teeth and said the names one by one, his voice was terrifyingly vicious.

There seemed to be some sound in the distance, as if someone was screaming at the ear. Like a frightened fat vole, Fat Huck hid behind a large tree with the letters, glaring only his eyes, and looking in the direction from which the screams were coming from.

Although the afternoon sun is starting to lose its power, the fog has not yet had time to completely dominate the forest, and the view is still okay, and if there are no trees to obstruct it, you should be able to see 200 meters away. Fat Huck lay behind the tree, his little round eyes wide, and the sweat of nervousness kept rolling down the face of the flatbread and dripping on the ground at his feet.

There seemed to be a few more screams in his pricked ears, and the sound was so miserable that only a pig that had been cut alive could scream so badly. Then there was a rattle, as if something was coming rapidly in this direction. Fat Huck shuddered for a moment, and prayed to Father in his heart that whatever that thing was, it should not run over.

Obviously, Fat Huck is definitely not a devout believer in the Father, and the Father is very decisive that he does not mean to bless him. Before his prayer could end, the dense grass not far away suddenly parted, and a panicked man ran out without a clue.

Fear had distorted the man's face to the point where it was hard to recognize, but Fat Huck recognized it.

To be precise, this man had been separated from him for less than half an hour, but his two companions, the one with the broken helmet and the one with the hunting bow, did not follow, and it was obvious that the screams just now were made by those two people.

After the man ran out of the bushes, he saw at a glance the big tree where Fat Huck was hiding, and in fact there was no better hiding place nearby. But before the man could move again, there was a soft thud, and a huge arrow as wide as a palm pierced through his chest, and the arrow was stained with red blood.

The man struggled forward half a step, bent on his knees, and fell to the ground with a pop, motionless. Behind it stood a pitch-black arrow shaft more than a meter long, and the twisted black tail feathers looked as if they had been taken from a crow.

Although he saw the betrayer die in front of him, Fat Huck did not feel the joy of revenge in his heart, he tucked his sleeve into his mouth and bit it tightly with his teeth, for fear that the uncontrollable sound of his teeth would attract someone's attention.

There was a faint stench of sulphur in the air, and Fat Huck was almost frightened into incontinence, because he knew what it meant.

It wasn't the brutal orcs of the forest who hunted this man, and certainly not humans, but demons who were so ferocious that they couldn't coexist with humans!

Viscount Lane had been threatened by the Scourge for six months, and Fat Huck was no stranger to demons, but neither the demons who destroyed the villages where he once lived, nor the demons who attacked the refugee camp many times, had found no sign of using bows and arrows.

In the cannon fodder troops of the demon army, there are some goblins who can use bows and arrows, but the black long arrow in front of them is well-made, and it is obviously not something that can be created by goblins with low forging ability.

The smell of sulfur in the air intensified, and several red and black figures trampled through the grass and walked out, dragging away the body that had been killed by the black arrows. Fat Huck held his breath, desperately trying to shrink his body even smaller behind the tree. Time seemed to slow down, and when the eerie demonic muttering finally faded from his ears, Fat Huck felt like an hour had passed.

"God forbid...... Father willing" Fat Huck breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to re-examine his surroundings when a cold and cruel voice came from behind him.

"The rat was very good at running, but it wasn't fast enough. Behold, is this pig a better prey?"

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