Torry and Jom were walking in the snow-covered forest.
They were friends who got to know each other when they were fleeing for their lives, and were later picked up by Marni from the refugee camp outside Wickidor and brought to the Unnamed Town to become believers of the God of Games.
"Jom, why did we have to come so far …"
Torry looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old in warrior attire, and his body hadn't fully developed due to malnutrition, making him look as skinny as a clumsy blue cat.
He kept grumbling as he trudged through the ankle-deep snow. "Isn't it good to stay in the town?"
"Of course not!" Jom, who was wearing a white robe and carrying a cross on his back, looked even smaller than Terry. However, his eyes were extremely bright, and he gave the impression of a smart mouse. "The first half of the Valley of the Tragic Dead is always crowded together," the boy said without hesitation. "It's so messy that there's no way to explore it! We can't beat the Living Dead Cellar, and we're never going to change classes if this keeps up! "
"We could go to the Grey Fjord to fish, the frogmen there make really good fish soup." Torry couldn't help gulping as he recalled the taste of warm fish soup.
"The Grey Fjord is huge and has a lot of fish, but we can't catch them!" Jom sighed. "It's even more crowded than the Valley of the Tragic Dead."
"I see a lot of Players heading to the Lancaster Hideout, maybe there's something good there!"
Torry tightened his leather jacket, but the metal armor over it was still reducing his body temperature bit by bit. If he didn't have a few hot drinks in his backpack, he wouldn't go out in such weather.
"Those people want to do the 'Lord's Light Illuminates the Earth' quest, the weekly quest to persuade others to become new believers. I heard from those who completed it that the quest rewards are pretty good." Jom replied nonchalantly as he looked around aimlessly.
"Then we …" Torry's eyes lit up.
"I heard that many Players were reported as cultists by the citizens who persuaded them, and there are already seven or eight Players hanging outside Lancaster. Go ahead if you want to be treated as a wall decoration."
Jem said expressionlessly.
"I'm just saying." Terry could only laugh foolishly in an attempt to get away with it. "But you haven't told me why we're going this way."
"When I went to the temporary liege's residence to take on the quests, I took a peek at the map on the liege's table. If I'm not mistaken, the Trinia Forests is just ahead of us in this direction," Jom said, finally revealing the purpose of his trip. "There would definitely be a lot of magical creatures inside, wouldn't we have to worry about not being able to level up?"
"Oh, that's you!" Terry applauded perfunctorily.
Suddenly, both of their expressions became a little more serious.
The faint stench of a wild beast permeated the air. A moment later, a huge wild beast leapt out from the snow in the forest, pouncing towards Terry who was walking in front!
The lazy look in Terry's eyes was long gone. He reacted quickly and rolled on the ground, avoiding the wild beast's attack!
If Edward, Eleena, and the others were there, they would have realized that the wild beast that suddenly appeared was the same species as the Dragonfang that attacked the village!
The lack of food in the winter season had obviously affected the Dragonfang, a predator that wasn't a magical creature. Its movements were obviously more impatient than the one that attacked the village.
The two young players only glanced at the LV10 HP bar above the Dragonfang's head.
After confirming that it wasn't a Boss or an Elite, I didn't have any worries. I was prepared to deal with this guy on the spot.
Just as the Dragonfang was about to pounce for the second time, Terry and Jim pulled out their weapons, an arrow hit the Dragonfang's left eye, disrupting its path of attack. Then, a figure wearing a thick fur coat leapt out and tackled the two young players who were about to activate their skills to the ground, interrupting their skills and allowing them to completely avoid the Dragonfang's attack.
Following that, many figures wearing thick fur coats appeared in the forest, using crude weapons like arrows and dung pitchforks to attack the blinded Dragonfang. The Dragonfang's body was riddled with arrows and dung pitchforks, and after crashing into two trees in a fit of rage, it finally breathed its last.
The people in fur coats couldn't help but cheer excitedly when they saw what happened.
It was only then that Terry and Jim finally came back to their senses. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry … Were they being killed by a bunch of normal hunters? No, considering their weapons, some of these people might not even be hunters.
Looking at the men who seemed to have been hiding nearby for a long time, their exposed hands and faces were purple from the cold, Jim couldn't bring himself to complain anymore.
"Which village are you kids from?" The middle-aged man who pounced on them asked as he pulled them up from the snowy ground.
"We're from the Valley of the Tragic Dead …" Jim hinted for Terry to keep quiet, while he answered vaguely.
The man didn't suspect anything and scolded them, "Don't you adults care? How could you come to a place like this? Don't you know how dangerous the forest is during winter? "
'I wouldn't have come if it wasn't dangerous.' Jem grumbled to himself.
If the man continued to lecture him, Jim might have retaliated. Fortunately, the man didn't have that intention, and his expression softened after a few words.
"Forget it, it's rare to hunt this beast. Why don't you come to our village and have a bowl of meat soup? I'll send you back after it warms up, "the middle-aged man asked for their opinion.
Terry looked at Jem, who nodded.
The man seemed to have good intentions, so there was no need to reject him.
Even if the man had bad intentions, it didn't matter. Players like them had nothing to fear. Death was the only outcome anyway. But after that, they would definitely learn the true meaning of a player's wrath!
By then, the other villagers had already tied the Dragonfang onto a wooden frame that they had gotten from somewhere, and were being carried away by a dozen people.
Jim couldn't help but think that they were stupid. If they had the frame, they could just use it as a sleigh. It would be much easier …
But seeing that the villagers seemed to be very happy, he thought that they were proud of this, so he didn't say anything.
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