The King of Elden does not die alone!

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She was seen holding her staff and using the end of it to draw some kind of pattern on the ground.

Then, inject magic power into the magic circle.

The magic circle emitted a blue light, and a blue fluorescence rose from the magic circle, condensing into a misty light band pointing in a certain direction.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, there is water over there~"

Mia explained cheerfully.

"Come on, Melina."

"And Wilden, you should wash yourself well, too."

Laplander weaves between crisp shrubs and large trees.

Sometimes jumping, sometimes running.

Its steps were light and swift, and the grass and branches were flattened by it, making only slight sounds.

Sometimes it would stop, either to lower its head to sniff out suspicious smells or to observe the elf-like mushrooms and flowers under the trees.

Lapland remembered the order Mia gave it - to find human habitation.

We walked through the forest for nearly ten minutes, and there was no one in sight.

Even the beasts in the wilderness fell silent in awe when they saw its agile and powerful figure.

The surroundings are surprisingly quiet.

suddenly.

The spirit wolf, which was emitting white fluorescence all over its body, stopped and sniffed the ground carefully. After a while, it pricked up its ears.

The beast's keen senses pick up all sounds within a radius of several hundred meters.

Then it lowered its head and ran wildly in a certain direction.

The hunters' only catch today was squirrels.

Carrying his longbow on his back, he walked back to the village along the leaf-covered path in the forest with a lack of interest.

The birds hid in the woods and sang, as if mocking his incompetence.

There are more than one hunter in the village, and this profession also requires competition.

The deer haven’t been seen for months, while the hares are becoming more and more keen.

There are definitely wolves in this forest.

Although no one has seen it with their own eyes so far, most people in the village are spreading such news.

For ordinary people living peacefully in this Celtic town in Wales, far away from the Angsa raiders.

Rather than rumors like "the sword of the king was pulled out by an unknown person", they are more concerned about this year's harvest or which beautiful girl in the village has reached the age of marriage.

Rumors of the wolf appeared months ago.

In order to prevent possible attacks by wild animals, several young men who were hunters took the initiative to take on the task of night patrols.

Last week, we organized hunters from the village to search the mountains.

But whether it was the prophet's sacrifice or the mountain search organized by the village, the amount of prey available for hunting in the forest was becoming less and less.

If this continues, the family’s livelihood will be in jeopardy.

The hunter sighed.

A ray of sunlight suddenly hit his face from the mottled shadows of the trees, and he looked up.

"It's already afternoon," the hunter thought to himself.

Immediately, he quickened his pace slightly.

He didn't notice that the surrounding forest had become quiet at some point.

He also didn't see that behind the bushes in the distance, a pair of silver-white eyes were staring at him.

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About an hour later, the hunter climbed over the densely vegetated hill.

On the hillside, you can see the smoke from the village in the distance, and a yellow dirt road connects all parts of the village.

On both sides of the road are rows of wooden houses, people are walking on the streets, and in the fields farther away, farmers are bending over to work, and cattle and sheep are grazing leisurely on the grass.

What a peaceful and tranquil scene.

But there was a group of people who broke this peace.

As the hunter approached the village, he heard two groups of people arguing.

On one side were the village elders, and on the other were a group of fully armed young men wearing chain mail and helmets, carrying swords and shields.

"You are all young and strong people in the village. If you leave, what will we do when the autumn harvest comes?"

The elder, leaning on his cane, gave earnest advice.

In contrast, the young and energetic youths shouted loudly: "Our village, our village, you only know our village. When the Anglo-Saxons occupied London, we did not rise up. Now the Anglo-Saxons are about to cross the river and come to Wales! Do we have to wait until they come to the entrance of our village to burn, kill and loot before we know how to resist?"

"All you do is fight and kill. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten bread! You've never been more than 50 miles away from the village since you were born. Have you ever seen the outside world?"

The elder knocked the ground hard with his cane: "I know you want to find the king who pulled out the sword in the stone. But do you know who pulled out the sword in the stone?"

The young men wearing armor and carrying weapons choked.

After all, pulling out the Sword from the Stone is just a rumor.

Although the Sword in the Stone has disappeared, no one has witnessed who pulled out the sword.

After hesitating for a while, the young men decided to stick to their guns: "No matter who it is, we will know once we get to the city! The king must be waiting for our loyalty to drive the Ansa out of Celtic land!"

"Idiots!" the elder cursed. "You don't even know who you are loyal to. What kind of warriors are you? You are a bunch of muddleheaded people. Can you kill the enemy on the battlefield? Go home. Who will do the farm work when you leave?"

The young people were silent and looked at each other.

The elder seemed to have seen something.

Not far away, three outsiders were looking at this place curiously.

One of them is a blonde girl in a white dress.

The second one is a handsome man with white hair, holding a long staff and a flower on his chest.

The third is a tall, strong, and muscular young man wearing armor.

All three were equipped with swords.

It is a standard feature for travelers these days.

He caught a glimpse of the elder of the outsider from the corner of his eye, and then looked at the young men who were still standing in front of him and trying to quibble, and he became even more angry.

"What are you still standing there for? You've embarrassed yourself in front of others! The harvests have been poor in the past few years, it must be because you guys haven't worked hard enough, you've been thinking about fighting and killing all day, and you've neglected the spirits of the land!"

The elder raised his voice to an unknown pitch.

His roar could probably be heard even by people at the other end of the village.

The hunter walked past them, not wanting to get involved in the dispute between the young and the old.

He walked back to his little house on the edge of the village.

"Oooh! Ooooh!"

His dog howled continuously when it saw him.

"I am back!"

The hunter said a perfunctory hello.

This dog is still in training, and it is still a long way to go before it can become a qualified hunting dog.

The hunter walked towards his cabin, but the dog was still howling anxiously.

"Hey, I said I'm back!"

The hunter tickled it with his foot impatiently.

As a result, the hound's howl suddenly turned into a threatening growl.

"You are rebelling?!"

The hunter was so angry that he reached out to hit him.

and many more...

He was suddenly startled.

It seems that the target of the hound's threat is not him?

The hunter looked carefully at the beagle that he had been with day and night for half a year.

It seems to be afraid of something?

Following the hound's gaze, he looked in that direction.

The hunter shuddered violently and his breathing hitched.

At the edge of the forest, there was clearly a huge white wolf, staring at him.

One look at the white wolf made you realize that it was not a creature of this world.

The hunter had never seen such a big wolf. The wolf stood at the edge of the woods. If you got closer, its shoulder height might be as high as a person's chest and abdomen.

What was even more disturbing was that the wolf was completely white.

White fur, white eyes, white nose.

It also emits a faint white light.

Just like the ghost in the legend.

It stood there, but it seemed not to be there.

The hunter's heart was beating violently and he subconsciously took a step back. He swore that the wolf saw him too.

The strange white giant wolf turned around and disappeared into the forest in an instant.

It was not until several minutes later that the hunter regained consciousness.

From the eye contact with the pure white wolf.

The hunter clearly felt that he was being locked onto by it.

You are its target!

That feeling that all the blood in my body seems to freeze, it can't be fake!