The warm sunlight shone on Moke's body through the mottled shadows of the trees, finally bringing him a sense of relief.
The birds in the nearby forest were startled and flew quickly above the treetops, breaking the tranquility of the forest.
After an entire night of running, in the dark forest where he couldn't see anything, in the primitive forest where vines and shrubs grew everywhere, even though his forehead was bruised and the corner of his mouth swollen, he still managed to escape from the nightmare forest.
Although there weren't any creatures chasing after him, Moke still kept looking back, as if there was an invisible demon following behind him.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and the continuous forest came to an abrupt end. Below the gentle slope was a lush green grassland. In the distance, he could see the sharp corners of the wooden houses in the village and the rising smoke from the chimneys.
Seeing this scene, Moke's heart finally returned to his stomach.
Stumbling out of the forest, Moke went straight to the small mountain village without looking back.
That was Colca Village!
A small village at the edge of the Greenland Forest. Although there weren't many resources, it was still enough to supply some meat and clean water. Therefore, many mercenaries and adventurers who made a living in the Greenland Forest liked to stay there for the night.
The village was dead silent.
Logically speaking, this should be the busiest time for the hunters in the village. They had to enter the forest in groups to check if there were any rewards in the traps. The elderly in the village would gather and chat at the entrance of the village, while the women would start to dry the animal fur that had just been tanned …
Moke looked suspiciously at the empty village in front of him. He couldn't even see the few brats that were always running around in the empty space of the village, causing a ruckus.
The people in the village weren't here?
No, there were people in the village!
After all, Moke was a mercenary. Although he wasn't very good at killing, he had mastered the ability to see through small clues. He could vaguely see the reflection of eyes behind the tightly shut doors of each wooden house, and he could also hear the sound of heavy breathing.
"Hank! Thor! Dhaka! Are you all here? It's me, Moke! Why are you all hiding? Don't you recognize me? Moke from the Black Bear Mercenary Team … "
Hearing Moke's repeated shouts, the gate of a wooden house in the village creaked open, and the familiar figure of the hunter Hank appeared at the door. For some reason, he didn't come out to welcome Moke like he usually did. Instead, he silently stood in the shadows of the door and slowly made way for Moke.
The frightened Moke had been running around in the forest for an entire night. He was already exhausted and couldn't wait to enter the house.
"Hank, whatever you have here, bring me some food and drinks first. I need to take a break, and I need to rush back to Blue Hill City. Let me tell you, you must warn the villagers not to enter the mountain during this period of time. That place … "
Once he entered the house, Moke squinted his eyes to adjust to the darkness in the house. He immediately discovered that the dozen or so hunters in the village were all here. They stood quietly in the room, their faces hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see their expressions.
"Are you having a meeting? Why don't you light a lamp? "
Before Moke could finish his words, it suddenly darkened behind him. That Hank actually closed the gate again.
Thus, the inside of the wooden house became even darker and more sinister!
Moke suddenly shivered. For the first time, he felt the strangeness of the scene in front of him.
His body had just taken a step back when he was hugged tightly from behind. Then, two people rushed up, and their iron pince-like hands grabbed his arms and shoulders.
"What are you doing? It's mine … It's me, Moke … "
Moke struggled with all his might. His right hand wanted to touch the dagger behind his waist, but he couldn't move as he was held by the three people from behind and both sides. The hunters in the mountain were strong to begin with, and it was three against one. This time, Moke really couldn't resist!
Just as Moke was cursing, a stooped figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
White hair and beard, an old face full of wrinkles. It was the old village chief of Kocar Village, Old Man Nohan.
But before Moke could say Nohan's name, this kind-looking old man suddenly opened his mouth, and opened it wider and wider. As his mouth was opened too wide, even the corner of this Old Man Nohan's mouth was torn, all the way to the bottom of his ears.
But what he opened was not a mouth, but … it was a sinister four-petaled mouth. The edges of the lips were filled with crisscrossing fine sharp teeth, making one's hair stand on end. And in the middle of the four-petaled mouth, in the blood-red tube, an extremely ugly and strange scorpion suddenly drilled out.
Old Man Nohan moved closer step by step, and actually used his lips to pry open Moke's mouth, and spat that terrifying scorpion into his mouth.
Moke's heart was filled with fear, and he struggled with all his might, letting out mournful cries.
But all of this was useless!
That terrifying scorpion drilled into his throat. A moment later, when the three of them loosened their arms, Moke no longer struggled. All the pained expression on his face disappeared, and he became numb and stiff.
He lowered his arms, and a trace of dark red appeared in the depths of his eyes. Like the other hunters, he silently stood in the darkness, waiting for his master's orders.
At this moment, an almost transparent Wind Breath Monster floated above the wooden house, silently waiting for something.
"Hmph, Grimm, you've crossed the line!" A hoarse and noisy spiritual force, similar to the hissing of insects, suddenly sounded in the Wind Breath Monster's mind.
"This isn't crossing the line, it's tracking!" Grimm's lazy voice was transmitted through this temporary spiritual channel, "As you can see, I'm tracking my prey! Should I complain to Corgan about you for intercepting my prey? "
"Hmph, if you want to report me, go ahead! Corgan's orders were to seal off this part of the forest, and not let any unauthorized people in or out. I'm only carrying out orders. As for you, a powerful fire elemental Magus, you actually let a human mercenary barge into your territory. Shouldn't you go and explain your incompetence to Corgan? "
"No need, no need … Since this prey has been intercepted by you, then forget it. I'll leave now!" After Grimm finished speaking, the Wind Breath Monster slowly rose into the air, looking as if it was about to leave.
"…" Entik, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly became alert.
Ever since he had met Grimm, he had never been easy to talk to. This time, he immediately felt that something was wrong by showing weakness and retreating so quickly.
Just as Entik was feeling suspicious, the Wind Breath Monster that had risen into the air suddenly transmitted a spiritual force, "Oh right, Entik, every time you create a bugman, don't you check the body of the other party?"
After saying this, the Wind Breath Monster rushed into the forest without looking back.
At this moment, Moke's body inside the wooden hut suddenly began to heat up rapidly, and his entire body actually turned into a human bomb. When the blood in his body boiled and expanded to the limit, he exploded with a bang.
Since the "bugmen" in the hut were densely packed with hunters, Moke's explosion also affected the other seven bugmen. These seven bugmen were riddled with holes from the flying bone fragments and terrifyingly hot blood, and then they painfully melted.
Each bugman's body contained a Heart Devouring Bug that Entik had nurtured. With eight Heart Devouring Bugs destroyed in an instant, one could imagine the mental pain Entik was in.
In the next second, Entik's flustered and exasperated curses rose into the sky.
It was a pity that the Wind Breath Monster had long since escaped!
… …
When Grimm returned to the Magus' camp with a string of captives, the young man followed beside him.
The young man's name was Edwin, and his hometown was a faraway place called Kleti. That place was rich in grapes and wine, and it was also a famous area with beautiful scenery. Unfortunately … After he awakened his strange talent, he was forced to leave his hometown and live a miserable life, wandering from place to place and hiding.
Unfortunately, even though he hid in the depths of the Greenland Forest, he was still blocked in the cave by the crazed Demon-Hunter Knights. Out of the seven companions that he had been with for half a year, six had died, and he was the only one who survived. It was only because the Demon-Hunter Knights wanted to capture him and bring him back to the city to be publicly executed that he was spared for the time being.
However, his life had undergone an earth-shattering change last night, causing him to embark on a completely different path!
It had only been two to three days, and the camp had undergone a huge change.
A three-story stone tower had been erected, and a dozen mechanical beasts were floating outside the stone tower, carefully etching special rune circuits on the tower's walls.
Although this could not be considered a real Magus Tower, it had been continuously strengthened by the Strengthening Rune, Anti-Magic Rune, and Anti-Prophecy Rune. It was enough to temporarily serve as a Magus' residence. If he wanted to create more and more intricate magic items and Witchcraft Potions, he would not be able to do so without the alchemy laboratory and alchemy table.
Therefore, building a Witchcraft Tower had become his top priority!
After returning this time, Grimm found that the number of Magus Beasts outside the camp had doubled. Grimm also found traces of the spoils of war that he had sent back in the past on the bodies of a few powerful Magus Beasts.
For example, the Bloodthirsty Ogres, the Berserk Apes, and the Poison Eyed Giants …
These powerful Magus Beasts were refined too crudely, and their life systems were not stable at all. One look and one could tell that they were defective products that had been made at the last minute. Although these Magus Beasts did not lose much in terms of combat power and could still reach the strength of a Magus, their life force was only a short one or two months.
While Grimm and Corgan were handing over the newly captured Demon-Hunter Knights and human mercenaries, the young Edwin was looking at everything in the camp with a reverent heart.
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