Doehring turned to look at West and the others worriedly.
In fact, he was already overjoyed inside.
They could finally leave this cold and damp forest.
No one liked to wander in a dense forest like this.
The environment here was very painful.
There were almost no dry branches here. There was no way to start a fire.
They ate compressed food every day.
The only motivation for Doehring to continue being a guide was the rather high pay.
These Americans didn't have any other skills, but they didn't hold back when it came to paying.
Now, Dimas said there was danger ahead.
Doehring could take this chance to persuade them to turn back.
"Withered Wood Ghosts? They have a kind of withered wood essence. It's a very rare alchemy material, "Rouen Faxburn said.
"Then let's go take a look," West said. At the same time, he looked at Dimas. "Sir, which direction did you find the Withered Wood Ghosts?"
"Are you sure you want to go?" Dimas looked at West in surprise. "Those Withered Wood Ghosts are very fierce. As long as you enter their territory, they will attack you."
Delin's face was also filled with shock. "Friends, let's not take the risk. The Withered Tree Ghosts are extremely terrifying. Look at these people, they have already suffered heavy casualties. Why should we go and ask for more trouble?"
West glanced at Doehring. "We don't need you to do anything. You just need to show us the way."
Doehring was speechless. He could only lead the way.
But after a short while, Doehring suddenly lost control and exploded.
"I'm not going," Doehring immediately refused loudly. "I won't go. You're asking for death."
Everyone looked at Delin with a faint smile on their faces.
"Mr. Doehring, we're not asking for your opinion or suggestion," West said calmly. "If you don't want to accept our offer, then refund us the fee," West said calmly.
"I can refund you, but only after we leave the forest," Doehring said.
Although he didn't really want a refund, as long as he left the forest, he could find enough friends to support him outside the forest.
This was Norway, his home ground.
These Americans dared to fall out with him here.
Unfortunately, West knew Doehring's thoughts like the back of his hand.
With just a glance at Delin, West knew what he was about to fart.
"Mr. Doehring, I want my money back right now."
"But, how could I have two hundred thousand dollars on me?"
"This is your problem."
"You guys are making things difficult for us." Delin angrily criticized them.
"Forcing me to do something I can't? We hired you for a month and paid you in full in advance. You brought us deep into the forest, and now you want to back out. Are we the ones forcing you, or are you the one forcing us? "West sneered." That's right.
"But you know that there's danger, yet you're still heading in that direction. If you want to die, I won't accompany you to your deaths."
"Our goal this time is to find the Nordic Giants. Aren't the Nordic Giants more dangerous than the Deadwood Ghouls? Before you accepted our employment, you should have been prepared to face danger. Now, you actually want to quit because of the danger. "West stared coldly at Delin.
At this moment, Delin's head was suddenly pressed against something hard.
Immediately, Delin broke out in a cold sweat.
At some point, Klaus had appeared behind Delin and was pressing the Desert Eagle against the back of Delin's head.
"What … what do you want?"
"Return the money to us now, and we'll let you go. Or, lead the way obediently," West said calmly.
"I swear, after I get out, I'll return the money as soon as I can."
West shook his head. "None of us will follow you out of the forest. You can only return the money now."
"I understand … I'll continue to cooperate with you." Delin finally compromised.
He had no choice. After all, he didn't practice Iron Head on the back of his head.
But he was even more dissatisfied with these Americans.
But in the eyes of the Supernatural Organization, taking money to do things was a matter of course.
This was the right thing to do.
When they first worked together, Delin had bragged about how professional he was.
That was why they chose Delin.
They didn't need Delin to be talented in magic.
They just wanted someone who could lead the way.
But Delin had quit halfway.
No one would be happy.
After walking for more than an hour, the sky was getting dark.
Delin glanced at West and the others.
"Mr. West, it's getting late. Shouldn't we rest here?"
"Keep walking," Rouen Fasiben said. "The Withered Wood Ghosts are more active at night."
The people from the Supernatural Organization never knew how to be considerate.
Delin thought they were crazy. They knew that the Withered Wood Ghosts were hard to deal with, but they still wanted to find them at night.
Wasn't that asking for death?
"I can't walk anymore. Let's rest here," Lisa said.
Lisa said. She was the youngest and had the weakest physical strength.
"Then let's rest here," Gaia said. "Fasiben, if you want to find the Withered Wood Ghosts, bring a few people with you. Who wants to see them?" West asked.
"I won't go," Gaia said.
"I'll go," Engelite said.
"Me too."
A few people volunteered. In the end, Engelite, Morid, Jollinash, and Rouen Fasiben chose to continue.
Delin heaved a sigh of relief. He finally stopped advancing.
But he felt that these people were afraid.
The so-called few people who were going were most likely going to take a stroll in the vicinity.
They started setting up tents. Gaia tried to start a fire.
Unfortunately, it was still a failure. The humidity here was too high.
The broken branches and leaves on the ground were also damp. There was no way to start a fire.
Of course, Gaia didn't need it.
However, not everyone didn't need it.
It was early October, but the temperature here was always below ten degrees.
In winter, it would be even colder.
"The president should come," West said emotionally. West sighed. "The president knows how to enjoy life. If he were here, we wouldn't have to suffer so much."
Gaia rolled her eyes. "If Chen came, it would be meaningless."
Everyone knew this. West was just mocking himself.
Facing such a harsh environment was also a test for them.
The giants in Norse mythology were famous.
But in terms of strength, they were far weaker than the Japanese demon, Tamamo.
Chen Zhao was able to hold his own against such a powerful demon. The Nordic giant probably couldn't last more than a few rounds against Chen Zhao.
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