Ignoring all the gossip in Blackhammer Castle, Rhodes resolutely led the group of Norscans into the dark forest to hunt. As it turned out, he made the right decision. After entering the Black Forest, the Norscans were fully rejuvenated, they were born hunters, born warriors and butchers.

The Dark Forest is a synonym for horror and nightmares for the Empire and the Lady of Kesley, but for the Norskas, it is a sanctuary for passion and blood. They slaughtered every animal, every beast they saw.

The carcasses of wild deer, ponies, wild boars, and foxes were piled up on the ground, and blood stained the camp red. They set up a bonfire, grilled all kinds of game, and usually tore off the meat and stuffed it in their mouths when it was medium cooked. The pieces of meat with the blood are the most vigorous, juicy and sweet......

In just three days, more than 20 animal skins had been pocketed, and these skins were transported back to Blackhammer Castle, loaded onto cargo ships, and pulled to the ports of the empire to be sold, which was another good income.

However, for the Norscans, this was not enough. They need the toughest opponents. The herbivores were certainly not worth the battle, except for the wild boars and foxes, which were somewhat aggressive, and the other prey was nothing more than lambs to the slaughter for the Norscans.

Their spears are so precise that if they are shot, their prey will surely die. Not because of the instantaneous penetration, but because the spearhead will remain in the prey after the shooting, and the prey will flee in terror, leaving blood stains, and the Norscans will find the hiding place of the prey through these bloodstains, and finally kill the prey in a weakened state. They have succeeded again and again, and they have barely missed.

However, they need stronger opponents, such as some werewolves, or beastmen...... That's the real fight.

"Wild boars, wild boars, wild boars, how many wild boars have I killed in the past three days, but I haven't seen a single beast or a werewolf, have they all run south because the forest here is too cold?"

After carrying the booty back to the camp, the Norsca raiders sat down in the camp and began to complain about their hunting life. They harvested a lot and killed a lot of animals and beasts. But for the Norskas, killing was so normal, and the satisfaction of slaughtering prey was far from enough. They crave more blood, and like the beastmen, they crave battle, they crave to drink the blood of their enemies. Longing to see the trembling body and expression of the enemy fall under his crotch. And these are things that cannot be achieved by hunting life.

Many Norscans are nostalgic for their pirate life. In Kislev Bay, in the Talon Sea, they plundered human ships one after another, merchant ships, fishing boats, in short, as long as it was human. Snatch their goods and property, rape their women. This is a Norscan tradition.

"The forest is too cold? No, the beastmen are never afraid of the cold. I'm afraid they're all hiding when we're coming, and there's no one to fight the Norscan warriors. They were scared. ”

A Norsca warrior with a scar on his face said. His voice was like the roar of a beast, and after he finished speaking, he tore open the thigh of a chicken and sent it to his mouth. Teeth chew on pieces of meat and bones, making a clattering sound.

"Fear? Fear is impossible, beasts know to be afraid, but they are clearly not beasts, just a bunch of hoofed monsters with lower IQ than beasts. ”

"I will crush their heads, cut off their horns, and make toys for my son. ”

"Then you won't have a chance, there will be no beastmen left in this forest for a short time. They all died, at least before we could sweep away. Yes, I'm sure ......"

"Wine ...... No, not this, I want a dwarven stout. Damn, what is this? Is it water?"

The campfire burned brightly, and a group of Norsca raiders sat around it. Rhodes sat in the midst of them, smiling as he listened to the barbarian men chatter about the vulgar words. Some involve combat, some involve women, and in the culture of the Gnoscan raiders, these are the two things that are indispensable in life. And Rhodes sat on the rock and sharpened the sword and spear in his hand, and for the past three days he had led the group of Norscans to hunt in the forest, although the Norscans were more experienced in hunting, but Rhodes had better sensory abilities, he had a sharper sense of hearing and smell, and could detect the location of his prey in advance. And lead the team to kill. For three days, the Gnosca marauders had grown more trusting in their king. They believed that Rhodes was omnipotent......

"Shh......h

Just as a group of Norscans were eating meat and drinking a lot of wine, so happy, Rhodes noticed something unusual. The evening forest was filled with the smell of death, and although the other Norscans were unaware of the danger, Rhodes instinctively sensed the danger coming. It's all around it, real danger, real terror, more threatening than beastmen and werewolves.

After Rhodes made a quiet gesture, the crowd stopped. They all fell silent, listening carefully to the sounds coming from deep in the forest.

The whole camp fell silent, so quiet that only the gasps of men and horses remained, and soon the pack horses neighed uneasily. They kicked their horses' legs nervously, trying to break free of their ropes, and the hounds grinned deep into the forest.

The leaves not far away trembled slightly. At this time, several Norsca hunters also sensed something strange.

They couldn't help but grab their weapons in their hands. In the evening, an increasingly tense atmosphere enveloped the entire camp.

Suddenly, Celta's hounds broke free from their leashes and ran deep into the forest.

The other hounds could not control their hunting instincts and ran away together. Soon, the Norsca hunters followed the direction in which the hounds were running.

"Chase!"

Despite knowing that this could be a very dangerous thing to do, Rhodes immediately gave the order. The Norscans are eager to fight, real battles, then, let them go. Otherwise, hunting some small animals day after day will drive them crazy sooner or later.

The hunting squad attacked in three directions, and a black shadow flashed not far away. It flashed like a whirlwind, but it inspired these barbarians even more to seize it and kill it.

The grass and branches were sneering, and in the evening in the forest, the sun was fading, but a real hunt was unfolding......