This was the first time Roddy felt confused since entering Tasman.
Rody had the 'Tracking Spell', and he was currently using the 'Tracking Spell: Undead'. This was the tracking skill that came with the upgrade of the 'Undead Slayer' title. It could show all the undead nearby that were not in 'Stealth' state. Rody also had similar skills in the past, such as tracking beasts or humans. However, he had never heard of the Demon Tracking skill that suddenly appeared in front of him.
There was no other reason. Roddy had never heard of a "demon" before!
After playing the game for so long, Roddy had never seen any so-called "demon" species, not even a "demon subspecies." However, thinking back, Roddy felt that he had heard news about the discovery of XX demons before he had transmigrated. He could no longer confirm if his memory was accurate, let alone the specific content.
Roddy sighed silently. He clearly did not understand this world as well as he thought he did.
The cavalry had already come to check the surroundings. It was already late. Roddy ordered the cavalry to set up camp outside the village. Then, he and Merlinsera began to study the "demon subspecies" in front of them.
The demon's arms were pressed against its chest by Merlinsera's magic power. Its body was stiff as if it was bound by an invisible force. From this angle, the "demon subspecies"'s simple clothes made it look like a human. Roddy looked carefully but did not see any abnormally long arms or deformed claws.
"Light purple skin. It seems that some kind of elf variant has this skin color, but it seems to have gone extinct a long time ago."
Merlinsera spoke to herself. She tilted her head and walked around the demon. Natha stood silently at the side. Akasha instructed the High Elf Mages to set up a protective barrier around the camp and started cooking inside the barrier.
Roddy frowned and walked forward. He reached out and pushed the "demon subspecies"'s messy long hair to one side. The demon's cheek was swollen from Natha's punch. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the injury was healing quickly. The bruise was shrinking at a visible rate.
"It has a strong self-healing ability."
He ignored the thin oval face and the eyes filled with fear. Instead, he glanced at the body wrapped in linen clothes and noticed the small bulge in the other party's chest …
"It should be a female — er, female."
Roddy noticed that the other party's slender limbs were not natural. They looked like they were emaciated after starvation. He reached out to touch the other's ribs and deduced, "It should be long-term malnutrition, but that's not right …"
He turned his head and asked Natha, "This guy is fast and strong?"
"It looks like a leopard."
Nata's answer was concise and comprehensive.
If it was a fellow with speed and strength, it should not be a problem for him to survive in this kind of forest. Could it be that there was some special reason that caused him to be malnourished?
Roddy pinched the creature's motionless tail. He could feel that the frail body was trembling slightly.
Merinsala took a closer look. "The style of the clothes is similar to that of humans. Could it be due to some kind of mutation?"
"Maybe."
In fact, it was for this reason that Roddy did not choose to kill the other party. He had been thinking about the relationship between 'witcher' and 'demon'. If his guess was right, he should see some hints if he killed this demon subspecies.
But what if it was actually a human?
However, when he tried to speak to it in different languages, he did not get any response. The frail body would only struggle and tremble under the magic imprisonment. It clenched its teeth and did not say anything that could be understood.
"What should we do now?"
"There's no rush. Let's have dinner first."
Roddy waved his hand and turned to leave.
… …
Nora swallowed her saliva with difficulty as she smelled the meat soup that floated in the air.
At this moment, the magic imprisonment had disappeared. In its place was a magic cage that she could not stand or lie down in. No matter how much strength she used, she could not break out of this seemingly transparent cage. In the end, she could only hug her body and curl up to prevent the rain from taking away too much of her body heat.
However, Nora did not have any hope of escaping this place. She was very clear that none of the captured tribesmen had been able to return to their tribe.
The fear of death caused her body to tremble. But in her heart, she thought of her mother's emaciated face …
Ever since the undead and humans began to capture her tribesmen, Nora and her tribesmen had been living in unrest and unrest. Eighteen years ago, her tribesmen still had three scattered villages in the forest and more than two hundred hunters who could make a living by hunting …
But now, it was difficult for the 18 remaining hunters to feed the remaining 200 old, weak, and sick clansmen.
Nora was not an official hunter, but a 'scout' who was assigned to investigate. Her mission was to rely on her outstanding concealment skills to monitor the humans and undead, preventing her tribesmen from being discovered.
Once the village where her tribesmen lived might be attacked, she would have to warn them in advance and do her best to ensure everyone's survival.
This kind of life made Nora feel like she was living a lowly life like a mouse.
There was never any yearning for a better life in her heart because this kind of struggle had made her and her tribesmen almost like wild beasts.
But just when Nora's heart was like dead ashes, there was a movement in front of the cage.
A bowl of hot soup was carried into the cage by magic power. Nora stared dumbfoundedly at the fragrant lamb chop soup placed in front of her. For a moment, she was at a loss of what to do.
Not far away, the man emitting a terrifying aura swept a glance at her before turning around and walking back to the bustling camp.
When Nora was stared at by that gaze, her entire body stiffened. She could feel that the gaze belonged to a predator. It was filled with an aura that could not be concealed at all.
Speaking of hatred, Nora felt that she did not have the qualifications to talk about 'hating' anyone. Because her instinctive desire for food had already made her lift the bowl uncontrollably. She buried her head in the bowl and gulped down the soup.
The rich fragrance of the steak almost made her swallow her tongue. Nora did not even consider if there was anything wrong with this meal. She even felt that … even if the other party wanted to poison her to death, she would still willingly drink this bowl of soup.
Because she was too hungry.
The bowl of soup was almost emptied in the blink of an eye. Even the bones of the lamb chop were chewed and swallowed by her sharp and hard teeth. Nora raised her head and a strange feeling suddenly emerged in her heart. Will that human come again? Will he still give me food to eat?
I really want to drink one more bowl before I die … It's really fragrant …
But to Nora's disappointment, the human who gave her meat soup did not appear again. Only after nightfall, a big man holding a battle axe appeared. He sat on a rock in front of the cage and watched over her in boredom.
Nora touched the cage made of magic power. Many doubts emerged in her heart. She knew that the undead could use necromancy magic. She had seen many of them with her own eyes. But this kind of magic in front of her was completely different from the necromancy magic that was filled with bones. Those armored soldiers were also different from the private soldiers or hunting teams of nobles that she had seen in any village.
Perhaps only the Great Elder knew who they were?
It was a pity that she could not send the message back.
Nora knew that her death was near, and her heart was filled with disappointment and despair.
But after being drenched in the rain for half the night, a sudden shout in the camp woke Nora up. Torches were lit in the distance, and the sound of soldiers running could be heard. Nora looked around curiously, and was shocked to find that the magic cage in front of her had become weak and unstable!
Are they under attack?
Nora tried to push it, and found that the rock solid "membrane" seemed to be on the verge of breaking at any moment. This discovery immediately made her excited. She glanced at the guard who had his back to her, and with a sudden wave of her hand, she smashed the magic cage into smithereens!
Without wasting any time, Nora, who had regained her freedom, quickly leaped into the darkness and disappeared from the eyes of the guards in an instant.
The chaos in the camp continued, but after two minutes, Roddy, who was in the center, waved to the surroundings and said, "It's done. Everyone, go back to sleep."
The noisy camp instantly quietened down. The soldiers who were pretending to be under attack did not say a word and returned to their positions to rest. Only Merinthra looked at the darkness in the distance with an excited expression and said, "Brand this magic mark … and let it run to Lassiman. I will be able to find it. But … do you really think you can catch a big fish? "
"Maybe."
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