The silver moon was obscured by broken clouds, and the murky wheat fields sounded.

The team of four sneaks through waist-deep wheat fields and follows Willlitus Eudora to a slightly higher mound.

The darkness of the indiscerning object was not a problem for the elves, and Willetus Eudora drew the wooden bow with a smooth movement, letting go of her right hand, and the arrow shot into the darkness with a "boom" that tore through the air.

After a while, there was a faint, dull sound of falling to the ground in the distance.

Clearing the patrol ratmen within 100 yards of the sector ahead, the four scavengers moved on.

It was still Willettus Eudora who took the lead and kept her vision open.

Riddle Gro's musket was as conspicuous in an assassination attempt as he was in the Dark Jungle with a torch, so he put away his musket and held only his rapier, guarding the Elven archers with his companions.

When the quiver ran out of arrows, Riddle Gro and Guido Rona began to disperse to the fallen position, helping the elven archers pick up the arrows.

Squeak –

As Guido Rhone pulled out his arrow, a rat suddenly emerged from the nezumien's ragged clothes and scurried into the wheat field.

Whoosh –

An arrow followed and drove into the wheat field.

Guido Rona pulls out an arrow that pierces the dirt and shakes off the corpse.

Silently clearing the wheat field of nezumi scouts, it took about 10 minutes to advance to the outskirts of the farm.

"Disperse your movements, don't make a noise."

Dealing with a bunch of sleeping nezumi overwhelmed these experienced hunters, they regrouped and continued to push forward, approaching the only village in the viscountdom.

They saw patrolling nezumi wandering outside the village, cloaked in scavenged cloth, spears sharpened from the fence and forks scavenged, or a torch as a weapon.

They are no longer alone, but patrolling in groups of two or three.

Willetus Eudora racked up two arrows, took a deep breath, and released her knuckles.

The straight bowstring trembled, and two nezumi in the distance plopped and fell.

The scavenger squad continued to advance.

"When will it be our turn? If she continues like this, she will kill them all. Big Bigg grumbled in a low voice.

"When it was discovered."

Arrows soon ran out again. Big Bigg guards the elven archers, and the other two approach the farm to pick up arrows. Then they saw a green evil eyeball formed by a pile of corpses in the center of the village.

"Misgma is on top...... This is the Nezumi Clan! ”

The green evil eye rolled to stare at the intruder.

Bell - bell - bell - bell -

Then, the death knell reverberated over the farmstead.

The silent farmstead began to boil, and shrill howls pierced the night sky, and Riddle Gro and Guido Rona fled back to their teammates.

"How are they alarmed!?" Big Bigg clenched his tomahawk.

"They're a nezumi clan! They take over here! Riddle Gro drew his musket and asked the elven archers, "We've completed the first phase of our investigation, and now that the nezumi have spotted us, continue or retreat?" ”

"Let's go back—"

"Help!!

Just then, they saw the cellar door by a shack push open, and a woman with a child on her back climbed up and staggered towards them.

The nezumi who spotted the intruder rushed towards the scavenger team and the woman, and the sharp fork stabbed the woman and the child in the back—

An arrow streaks across the night sky, pinning the nezumi to the ground.

"And the survivors, take her back!"

Big Bigg and Riddle Gro took the woman and her child back, and the reverberating bells rang like a death trumpet in the wheat fields on the outskirts of the farm, and waist-deep wheat swayed.

"We are surrounded, release the distress signal, and retreat to the farm first!"

Willetus Eudora rushed to the farmstead's complex, clearing the nezumi along the way to avoid being surrounded in the open field.

Guido Rona activates the emblem, and a crow-shaped light rises into the night sky, following the elven archers into the village.

They ran for the fortified house in the center of the village, and when they broke into a house and took a shortcut, they heard a panicked cry unlike the howling outside.

Big Bigg, who crashed into the house, paused as he held the young nezumi mother, followed by Guido Rhone and Riddle Gross.

The bowstring fluttered, and the sound of arrows pierced the nezumi mother with a cracking sound, and it squeaked and screamed to death.

The falling ratcub fled in panic, being trampled mercilessly by Willetus Eudora's boots.

"You sympathize with the nezumi, and the nezumi will not sympathize with you."

They burrowed out of the house and saw human corpses piled up in patches, and ratmen screaming and rushing towards them clutching rotting thighs for weapons.

The rat people came like a tidal wave, and the four of them crashed head-on into the rat tide. Blood rose like a fountain and rained down, the breeze whipped a strong smell of blood and decay, and Big Bigg roared and swung his tomahawk and sliced through several nezumi, but the swarm of rats engulfed his roar and figure.

With each arrow she fired, ten nezumi swarmed her, and she broke her bow and arrows and swung them in two curved blades. Riddle Gro had long since given up on the firebolt and stabbed the rat-man with his rappier. The nezumi keep dying, but they are stuck in a quagmire, and it is difficult for them to move forward.

A bright fireball suddenly appeared, blasting into the rat swarm, and a dazzling explosion filled everyone's sight, clearing a large bloody gap in an instant.

They looked at Annan out of the air in amazement, and then took the opportunity to advance.

"Are you a Guardian!" Not sure who's screaming.

"No, I'm new."

As he spoke, Annan activated the magic ring, and a large fire elemental appeared.

A large fire elemental that radiates heat raises a sea of fire. Without the magic of fireballs, just ordinary flames, but still causing unimaginable lethality to hairy mice. The ignited nezumi squeaked and slammed into their companions and houses, causing the flames to spread outward.

Willetus Eudora saw the three magic rings on Annan's palms and the self-cleaning magic robes and believed this.

The burning village and rat tide make their stress plummet, escorting the women and children into the big house.

The next thing they need to do is face the panicked rat-men who are set on fire, but they are also completely trapped in the big house.

Annan stepped on a broken piano and nearly fell, but his attention was on the outside.

The village was soon turned into a sea of fire by the giant fire elementals and the burning nezumi, and the sparks drifted away with the night wind, dyeing the sky orange-red.

"How much longer are we going to hold out?"

"It's over."

Willetus Eudora saw the nezumi on the periphery suddenly fade, the demonic eyes that stood on it disappeared at some point, and the flames of magic flickered outside the wall of fire.

Their rescue came sooner than expected.

The damp water elemental extinguishes the raging flames, and the dead in crow masks enter the village.

One of the cloaks, hunting and shaking in the flames, came to Annan.

"Well done, newcomer."

A familiar voice emerged from the raven's mask, and the centurion tossed a flashing silver badge to Annan.

"Welcome to the scavengers."

(End of chapter)