Chapter 81: The Worgens’ Secret Hideout
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Finally, the wolfriders were starting to lose their composure. They were invading against an invisible defender, one whose firepower was much more fierce than what they had.
These wolfriders felt powerless from the bottom of their hearts. As the higher ranked commanders gave a howl to the rest of the packs, all of them started fleeing from their posts. There were about 50 dead wolfriders lying on the ground right now.
“Sweep the battlefield!”
As Lord Marshall gave his command, and the knights marched forward, finis.h.i.+ng all the wolfriders that remained. Whether they were dead or not, all of them were stabbed with a knife in their chest. The veterans seemed used to this situation. They all had a blank look on their faces when they got rid of mount wolves that were guarding their masters’ dead bodies.
Abel sighed at the sight of that. While these mount wolves already claimed their masters, there was a slight chance that they could find new ones. The easy way to settle this was to kill them all. Abel knew that a long time ago, but his heart ached when he realized that Black Wind previously had to suffer the exact same fate.
“A knight does not leave his mount,” the Knight of Marshall scolded Abel as he walked towards him.
“But it’ll be killed if I don’t,” Abel protested.
The Knight of Marshall said with a straight face that he rarely wore, “That’s because you aren’t as experienced as a knight yet. If you want to protect your mount, make sure you don’t get knocked down first. It’s the most basic requirement of a proper knight.”
Abel thought back on the training that he did. While he thought of some of the moves as unnecessary, now that he’s thought about it, they were all meant to deflect attacks that were aimed at his mount.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Marshall,” Abel apologized, “I didn’t have the right understanding of what a knight should be like.”
“You are talented, boy, but don’t let your powers delude you. Remember, it is very important to go back to your basics. You have a long way ahead of you.”
While the Knight of Marshall condemned Abel for his immaturity, he was glad to see that Abel was sincere enough to learn from his mistakes. For geniuses like him, pride was a very big obstacle to get over with.
Once the Knight of Marshall and Abel returned to the castle, everyone was cheering for them at the front gate. Not only had they won, but they also did with zero casualties. Such a feat would be impossible if they weren’t strong enough, and everyone who lived on this land took pride in their Lord’s strength.
“A real man waits ten years for his revenge.” Abel didn’t really agree with this saying. For him, he believed that it’s best to “settle things down before the sun sets up again.”
As Abel waved his hand at the Knight of Marshall, he equipped himself with a full set of armor, took the Harry Bow, and walked towards the forest behind the Harry Castle.
“Hey, White Cloud!”
Abel came to an empty spot inside the forest. He called out for his sky sparrow’s name in his mind, and soon, he received a reply coming from the sky. It was White Cloud, and its huge body quickly made a landing on the ground next to him.
White Cloud was making a lot of noise when it first saw Abel. It was complaining that Abel didn’t spend a lot of time with it, so Abel had to pat its head for it to calm down.
Abel laughed as White Cloud lowered its head towards him, “Come on, White Cloud. Let’s fly for a bit.”
After he said that, Abel jumped on White Cloud’s back and readied his flight. White Cloud gave a loud shriek in response and quickly leaped into the sky. They were already flying pretty high in the first few seconds, but Abel told White Cloud to go even higher. Pretty soon, both of them were at the same level as the clouds. This was about as high as White Cloud could fly.
Everything on the ground looked so tiny from Abel’s view. Actually, that’s what he preferred this time because there were a lot of targets he had to allocate. There were a hundred wolfriders that he had to find, and it was easy to do so if he was, literally, sitting on a bird’s back.
It didn’t take long for Abel to find what he was looking for. The wolfriders were moving very fast when he had found them. At first, Abel had thought that they were trying to move their wounded soldiers to a safe location, but judging from how determined they appeared to be, they must’ve known what their destination was already.
“Follow them, White Cloud,” Abel commanded White Cloud telepathically, and White Cloud lowered its speed as it flew over the wolfriders. After three hours of tailing behind these wolfriders, they eventually found a fruit grove that belonged to the humans.
Abel did not saw that coming. He didn’t think that there would be humans who would welcome a pack of worgens. So these worgens did have a secret hideout in the human realm, but just who would be so daring as to collaborate with them?
Abel took out a map from his pocket. What it showed him was, while this fruit grove was technically still inside Harvest City, it was much closer to Sidor City–an area that was too desolate to have many records to it. Even the map that Abel had wasn’t showing a lot of information about it.
Abel tapped White Cloud on the back. Pretty soon, it lowered itself down and made a landing behind a mountain far away from the fruit grove. After Abel jumped down from its back, it was now free to move however it wanted.
Luckily for Abel, he didn’t have to do much to keep White Cloud in check. As big as sky sparrows were, they were very timid creatures that would rarely do anything to catch attention. Apart from their mealtime, they would often fly so high that nothing would be able to catch it. Most people wouldn’t even notice its existence, because from what they would see, these birds were just clouds that were floating around the sky.
After tidying up his equipment for a bit, Abel quickly ran towards the direction of the fruit grove. As he ran, he thought about how he didn’t have to run anymore when Black Wind was old enough to carry him around.
Black Wind would take care of short distance travel, and White Cloud would take care of long distance travel. If Abel wanted to go somewhere, he would just let White Cloud take him there first and then ride Black Wind on his way down. He could use a horse to do the same job, but the horses had to recover for a while after they’ve spent some time in high alt.i.tude.
Abel had to stop his feet when he was about 1 kilometer away from the fruit groves. There were simply far too many worgens inside, and their sense of smell could’ve easily tracked him if he was any closer.
Abel rested his lance under a tree and climbed up its branch for a better view inside the fruit grove. Instead of going in for a rush attack, he was more interested in finding out how these worgens were sustaining themselves inside the human world.
And what an ironic sight he has found. Inside this fruit grove, humans and worgens were living together in harmony. They seemed to be getting along fairly well, and from what it looked like, the humans were even offering food for the worgens.
For the hundreds of mount wolves that were inside the fruit grove, there were a few human servants that were pus.h.i.+ng a cartful of pigs to feed them. On the other side of the place, the worgens were eating as they sat on the ground. Apart from their commanders, because of how many of them, there were, most of them did not bother to use a seat or a table.
Suddenly, a door from inside the yard was opened. From what it looked like, a fat human and two worgens came out from the inside. Abel was kind of surprised to see that. He recognized this human. It was the shop-owner of Gary’s potion store inside Harvest City.
Abel didn’t know what this man’s name was, but he did buy some potions from Gary’s potion store. He was still new to Harvest City at the time, but he did remember this man doing something at the store’s counter. Because of how ridiculously good Abel’s memory was, there was no way that he could’ve got it wrong.
Suddenly, one of the two worgens started looking towards Abel’s direction. Abel quickly closed his eyes, stopped his breathing, and attempted to erase his presence as much as he could.
“What is wrong, Master Fowler?” Fat Darren asked as he noticed the look on Fowler’s face.”
The Worgen named Fowler replied, “Nothing, Mr. Darren. I must’ve been mistaken or something.”
“We had a very successful deal, Master Fowler,” a wide grin appeared on Darren’s face, “I look very much forward towards our next exchange.”
Unlike Darren, Fowler was not looking forward to their next meeting at all. He was profiting from the deal they’ve made this time, but anyone would be disgusted at someone who was willing to sell his own kind.
Fowler revealed a fake smile as he replied, “Good to do business with you, Mr. Darren. The Woolf family will not treat you poorly. We will bring more things to trade with you the next time.”
“Come here next time, Master Fowler, and I shall hold a wine fest just for you,” Darren bowed. For now, he just wanted to leave the fruit grove as quickly as he could. The more worgens that were coming into this place, the less safe he felt for his own life. If he’s said something wrong to these animals, they might just bite his head off right where he was standing.