There was a shadow cast by the corner of the city wall.
Søren's body was hidden in the shadows. He calmly put away his crossbow and wiped the blood off his curved sword with an old cloth.
He had killed six people.
It seemed that these were all veterans of the gangs in the old city. Each of them gave him more than 100 Slaughter EXP, especially the innkeeper who gave him more than 300 Slaughter EXP. Unfortunately, due to the lack of time, he did not have the chance to loot the corpses or loot. He could only retreat after killing the enemies. It seemed that the Whiterun guards had taken advantage of all the loot, as they would have looted the corpses.
Killing people was not a big deal.
But arson was a big deal!
The city of Whiterun did not care about the deaths of a few gray people, but they were very strict when it came to those who dared to set fire in the city. This was because once the fire spread, the consequences would be severe. The casualties and property losses would be much more serious than the deaths of a few gangsters. Søren estimated that someone would investigate this matter before tomorrow. If the city guards took this matter seriously, they would most likely hire someone special to investigate it. Then, it would not be impossible for them to find out about Søren's identity.
He had to leave now!
Søren looked at the chaotic scene in the distance and walked along the shadow of the city wall until there was no light nearby. When he could no longer see the guards, he stopped and leaned against the wall. He took out a rope from his multi-dimensional bag and tied an iron hook to it. He spun the rope a few times in his hand and threw the hook into the recess of the city wall. He tightened the rope to test it, then started climbing up the wall.
His 20 Dexterity made him very agile. In less than a minute, he had climbed up the wall more than 20 meters high.
He glanced around warily.
After confirming that there was no one around, he fixed the hook in place and slid down the wall using the rope.
Søren grabbed the rope and swung it hard. The hook loosened and fell back into his hand. It was dark in the wild, but the unique night vision ability of the half-elves allowed Soran to still see things. He put the things back into the multi-dimensional bag, then bent down and went into the woods in the distance.
This time, it wasn't as simple as just killing those guys!
Søren planned to travel along the road from Whiterun to Autumnfall. On the one hand, he wanted to accumulate Slaughter EXP and level up his class when necessary. On the other hand, he wanted to find an opportunity to advance his class. On the other hand, he wanted to check out the situation along the path and figure out the distribution of monsters nearby. That way, he would have more confidence when he led Vivian through this path in the future. At the very least, Søren would never get the terrain and direction wrong after walking through it once.
The city was surrounded by villages.
Due to their proximity to the city, none of the villages were fenced. Whiterun's guards patrolled the area regularly, and if there were any monsters or beasts nearby, they would be taken care of. Søren walked for a few kilometers in the night and entered a small village. Nowadays, there were many piles of straw near the village, mainly for the convenience of making a fire and making beds. The poor people didn't have the money to buy cotton quilts, so they could only use the straw to make their beds. In the winter, they would even use it as a quilt.
Kang beds were relatively rare in the south, and they were more common in the north.
Søren lay down on a pile of straw. At first, it was a little itchy, but he soon got used to it.
He had been adventuring in the wilderness for many years, so he had adapted to many things.
The night passed just like that.
The next day, Søren was woken up by the sound of a dog barking. He didn't know who'd found him, but it was barking under the straw pile.
He pulled out his curved sword and circled around, planning to kill it, but when he saw the thatched house in the distance, he put away his weapon. For these poor farmers, a dog was a very important asset. Dogs in this era were fiercer. Sometimes, they would even pounce on monsters and bite them a few times.
Søren had seen a dog fight a gnoll. Although it was bitten to death in order to protect its master, its courage was admirable.
Perhaps it was because he remembered Heath, that brave and loyal old dog.
Søren took out a piece of jerky and tossed it to the dog. The sudden food lowered the dog's guard. It looked at Søren suspiciously, but in the end, it couldn't help but bite on the jerky. Søren patted the straw off his body and jumped down from the pile of straw. He looked around, then walked toward the wilderness in the distance.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
There were already farmers working in the fields. As humans, they didn't have as many talents as other races, so they had to master the skill of farming. The children in the village would start working in the fields when they were five or six years old. Gradually, they would learn from their parents how to farm, when to sow, when to harvest, how to take care of the fields, and what to do in case of pests.
They were the most ordinary group of people in the world!
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The roads in the fields were muddy.
Søren quickly found the main road to Autumnfall and headed toward the Whiterun Plains.
This road took a long time, taking a whole week. First, he had to pass through the Black Swamp, then through the edge of the Whiterun Plains, and finally arrived at Autumnfall. The first day was relatively peaceful because it was still an area of human activity. There were militia groups stationed nearby, and a small number of regular troops.
Søren didn't stop along the way. When he was tired, he would rest for a while, and when he felt better, he would continue on his way.
It wasn't until the second day that he gradually walked out of the area of human activity that he encountered more and more things.
The villages here were scattered.
Only near the flat land that was convenient for irrigation, there were villages built by humans. However, they were more like villages. They were surrounded by walls on all sides, and there were watchtowers and arrow towers on top. The villages trained their own militia. When the farm was busy, they worked, and when the farm was idle, they would conduct simple training. There were always some young people in these villages who were unwilling to be lonely and longed for adventure. Some went out and never came back, and some returned to their hometown after giving up adventure. They were the main force in training the militia.
Some of these people's profession levels were very high, but most of them were around grade 2 adventurers, and many of them were injured.
If there were no accidents, they would get married and have children. When they were old, they would drink at dusk and boast about their adventures with their children and grandchildren.
This was their life.
After the excitement of the past, they would return to normal, and occasionally, they would remember their comrades who had passed away.
"Kobold?"
Søren pulled out the grass and looked at the footprints on the ground. He then pressed his hand on his curved sword and continued to follow the footprints. Tracking in the wild was a skill that adventurers had to master. The best of them were undoubtedly the rangers and Druil, followed by rogues like Søren. They needed to learn how to determine the target through the footprints and tracks. This ability was derived from the basic skill of "Survival in the Wild." Søren was now relying on his past experience to determine the target.
"Looks like there are quite a few of them."
As the ground in front of him hardened, the footprints became fainter. Søren looked around and said to himself, "I'm afraid there are thirty to forty kobolds!"
"Is there a relatively large group nearby?"
If there were no kobold settlements, these creatures would only be in small groups. They were like the hyenas of the plains of Africa. Small groups of kobolds would be stronger individually because survival in the wilderness was survival of the fittest. Large groups of kobolds would have more numbers, especially those that occupied mines. There might be more than 300 kobolds in total. On the basis of large numbers, there might be natural warlocks among the kobolds.
"Let's practice on them first and see if my past experience in group battles is still there."
Adventurers in the wild naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to fight one-on-one with you. Group battles and chaotic battles were very common. You had to learn how to deal with multiple enemies at the same time. If you couldn't dodge or parry their attacks, you had to learn how to minimize the damage. In a chaotic battle, even with 20 points of Dexterity, it was impossible to dodge all the attacks.
In such a situation, you had to have a piece of armor.
Søren put on an ordinary leather armor and wrapped his arms with a piece of cloth. At the same time, he tied up his legs.
Kobolds knew how to use weapons and traps.
Of course, those simple traps couldn't hurt Søren, but their self-made short bows were dangerous.
Kobolds knew how to use clubs, daggers, short swords, and short bows!
Søren's figure gradually faded under the shadows of the trees. If one didn't look carefully, it would be hard to notice him. He pulled out his curved sword and went deeper into the forest.
This battle was more dangerous than the previous ones!
Because he had to face a group of more than thirty kobolds.
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