Mishashara was sure that the town in front of her was devoid of the breath of living creatures—at least not of the creatures she was familiar with.

She came to this small town because she got the information that the cat-man tribe had nomadized to the Bora steppe at the last stop.

This small town is a market on the edge of the Bora grassland, and the cat-people tribe should come here to get iron tools if they really hunt in the grasslands.

Cat people can't forge iron, and the blacksmith in the clan can at most repair the iron pot and iron knife in the tribe.

Mishasala remembers that when she was a child, the blacksmith once repaired a large iron pot, and as a result, she was scolded by the patriarch.

It was the largest iron pot in the clan, and the iron pot was used to stew soup for the whole clan on big festivals.

Cat people rarely stew soup, so Misha Sala remembers the delicious broth when she was a child, and she looks forward to the holiday every day.

Yes, although they are all sub-humans, Xiaobai likes to eat meat and has little interest in drinking soup, and Misha salad is the opposite.

Although the cat man's tongue is a hindrance to drinking soup, it does not prevent Misha Salad from liking hot soup.

Mishasala shook her head, swept away the memories that had suddenly hit her, and focused on what was in front of her.

Spider webs, possibly large spiders attacking the colony – a rare occurrence, but not impossible.

Goblins will even train spiders to be mounts, riding wolf cavalry of those fierce spider-like orcs.

It's a pity that the spider is not a wolf after all, the spider itself is quite fragile, and any strong human can smash the shell of the spider cavalry with a war hammer.

The spider cavalry also has no impact power, let alone the human spear phalanx, they may not even be able to rush the heavy infantry that poses a shield wall.

But spiders have the advantage of being very scary in appearance, and they can scare human soldiers.

The current situation of this market is very likely that the spider army has attacked, which has frightened the self-police group in the small town. This kind of small town only has a fence as a defense, and the panicked self-police regiment can't stop the spider army.

With this in mind, Mishashara drew her melee weapon, carefully sliced through the cobwebs in front of her, and began to advance along the streets of the small town.

At least know what's going on here, and then go and report it to the local lord with the information, and you can get some bounty money.

As a ranger, this is how Misha Sarah earned her money before joining the Salvation Squad.

Sometimes, when she came across a lord who liked to hunt, Mishasala would find information about the most valuable game in the forest and sell it to the lord. If the lord is willing to give an extra sum of money, the former hunter of the cat-man tribe will even personally bring the nobleman to the prey.

With the idea of making a fortune, Misha Salad gradually went deeper into the town.

She looked at several rooms along the way, and found that there was no trace of fighting in the rooms, and some rooms even had food on the table, and from the spoilage of the food, it can be surmised that the accident in the town was about a week ago.

It's winter, and the lord's tax collectors have long since finished collecting the autumn tax, so there are no official officials to check on the situation in the town.

Towns close to the forest are also patrolled by the lord's ranger squads from time to time.

There are not many trees around this small town.

So it's up to mercenaries like Mishasala to report the situation.

The cat man cautiously moved forward, carefully examining the marks on the ground.

She found quite a few footprints, which nothing has broken these days.

The cat-people speculated that a few days ago the townsfolk had gathered in the central square of the town or something, and they must have been summoned, perhaps by order from the mayor or at the behest of the parish priest.

As for what it would be like in the central square now, Mishasala didn't dare to think about it.

She made her way to the spire of the church bell tower in the distance, which is usually the kind of city church next to the central square.

Such clock towers also generally serve to tell the time to residents, after all, such a city may not find a single mechanical pocket watch in the whole city.

Misha Salad moved forward cautiously, and before she reached the square, she smelled a strange smell.

It's not a stench, no, it's more like the smell of old skin rubbed off the body of someone who hasn't taken a shower for years.

She frowned.

She had smelled it on the traitor named Mark.

Finally, the central square arrived.

The whole square looks like it has become the ovaries of some kind of creature, full of white flowers.

When Misha Salad took a closer look, she saw that the eggs were simply clumps of sarcoma.

It's exactly what the traitor Mark turned into at the end.

She whispered a prayer, turned around and ran.

If the whole square was that kind of thing, she didn't have the confidence to beat them.

Unexpectedly, several "Marks" appeared behind him, trying to block Mishasara's way.

The cat man jumped up, relying on the strong explosive power of the race, jumped onto the building next to him, and ran wildly on the building.

By this time all the things in the square had woken up, and they had turned their godless eyes to look in the direction of Mishasara, and then they did not know which of them had let out a majestic roar.

Mishasara's brow, she remembered that Mark should not be able to speak after becoming like this.

Are these disgusting things changing, too?

Gotta get this information out as well.

With that in mind, Mishasala pulled out the scroll at the bottom of the box, a portal scroll with a door open directly in the central plaza of the city where she had bought the scroll.

As soon as he tore open the scroll, he would be able to escape through the portal.

But Mishasala hesitated.

I escaped alive, what should I do if these monsters run into the city and kill all sides?

At this time, Mishasala didn't know that she could use spirits against these things, and of course no one in the city knew about it.

It would take too long for information from the other side of the world's mountains to reach this side.

After a brief hesitation, Mishasala put away the scroll and pulled out another wall of fire scroll.

With the level of knowledge of the cat people, it is difficult to use this scroll, and it may not work if it is torn, and it may even cause a magic explosion.

But now in this situation, she can only try.

She recited aloud the name of the cat-people's patron saint - and then she changed her mind, and it seemed that it might be more effective to chant the king's name at this time? I wonder what this future traveling mage and the darling of fate can do to bless his current self?

So Mishasala recited the king's name aloud—

The scroll was suddenly taken.

The cat man looked back in surprise and found that it was an old man with a white beard.

Mishasala hadn't seen the old man, but if the current members of the Salvation Squad were present, they would probably shout "Minsk, you bastard".

Old man: "To the forest kingdom, they are on their way to the forest kingdom." Your destinies will meet with them again there. ”

Mishasala: "What about you?" ”

The old man laughed: "Me? Of course, I'm here to do my job as a salvation team. These guys, known as Dao Signs by the Blasphemous, will guide the murderous star in the sky. ”

The old man pointed to the sky.

"I'm going to burn them all."

(End of chapter)