The archer hiding in the tree did not take his eyes off Gunnar, but he was also frustrated by the fact that his team members were unable to fight off bees.“What the hell are they doing?” Number Six was furious. “How can you struggle against some random bees?”He wanted to yell at them, but he didn’t want to give his position away.Gunnar suddenly moved from one tree to another.Number Six shot two arrows at him, and he himself moved to another tree to confuse Gunnar.But Gunnar threw a punch from behind the tree.A fist-shaped aura flew like a missile and came straight at the archer. He was not expecting that. He got hit before he could respond. His bow was broken, and he was sent flying back.The bees immediately started attacking him.Despite him using aura, the bees were still able to pierce his body. At least a few hundred of them repeatedly drilled holes into his body.Gunnar quietly watched.The forest region right now looked like a disaster was sweeping across the land up to a

“Crosscut!”Two swords blurred through the air.Gunnar’s eyes widened as he ducked backward.A dark red vine shot out of the ground and wrapped itself against Gunnar’s throat. “Not this again?!”The vine squeezed Gunnar’s throat and pulled him down toward the ground.The two wooden-masked men recalled their swords into their storage rings and drew a pair of heavy hammers.Without a moment's hesitation, they brought the hammers crashing down toward Gunnar's head.Gunnar brought his arms in the way and blocked the combined hammer strikes.The ground beneath his head and shoulders caved in and sent him nearly twenty feet deep.Ripples formed in the nearby river.One of the masked men jumped into the river.“We should deal with her quickly and disappear before anyone can spot us.” The second masked man jumped high into the air and raised his hand above his head. A twelve-feet tall thick wooden log appeared in his hand. It had a flat base on one side but a sharpened tip on the other side.

“Don’t ever cross the river carelessly, Young Master,” Hector warned Gunnar. “It’s not just the boars and bristlebacks, there are many other dangers out there. You said you spent three years in the mountains, but I don’t believe that. If I see you sneaking out again, I will tell the elders.”“Why are you working at night?” Gunnar asked.In the clan, the older guards were generally not given night shifts, unless in emergency situations.“After the tunnel got destroyed, how can I sleep?” Hector replied.“So you’re working extra hours? Even though you don’t get paid for it?” Gunnar was not expecting that because Hector was known to have gotten lazy in recent years.“It’s better to sit here in the chair than sleep next to my quarrelsome wife,” Hector said, chortling a little.“Is that so?” Gunnar didn’t know much about Hector’s current situation, but Hector’s son was the person assigned to clean the streets and maintain the cleanliness of the village.Hector's two grandsons died while tak

After Gunnar left, Hector sat down on a stoop stone bench nearby and used aura to expel the puss out of the wound.“Krgh, I should have done this long back… too much sitting has put stress on this spot.”It took a few minutes for the pain to subside.He then got up and went over to Edward who was still lying unconscious on the ground.Hector could fetch some water from the river and splash on Edward’s face, but he didn’t feel the need to do so.He struck Edward’s face with his foot. “Wake up, you fool.”Edward opened his eyes and then screamed in pain. “Aiyeeeh!” He looked at Hector in shock. “Did you just hit me?”Hector stared down at him and smiled, “No, I did not.”Edward was confused. “Wait, why am I lying on the ground?” His eyes soon widened as he remembered Gunnar putting his foot on Edward’s chest. “Wait, where’s that bastard Gunnar? Don’t tell me that I got knocked out by him?”Just then, Hector heard a bit of a commotion in the distance. “Mm? Is that your father?”“What?”

Inside the building.The leader of the bandits, a middle-aged man with a missing ear, was discussing with a merchant representative.“You want to buy the eleven slaves for ten silver each?” the leader snorted. “Are you taking me for a fucking fool? They’re all members of the Big Dog sect and have decent skills.”“They’re all still only outer disciples,” the representative said. “Besides, you can’t stay here for long. If you don’t sell them away and vacate this place, the family members of the captives or someone from the authorities might show up. So, your only option is to sell them to me.”“...Give me twenty silver,” the bandit retorted.“I can’t give more than ten silver. If you don’t like it, I’ll leave.”As they bargained, Randy was sitting in the corner along with ten other disciples of the sect. They were all bruised and beaten.Randy’s left eye was also swollen. He was bleeding from one of his ears, so he couldn’t quite hear the conversation the leader and the merchant represe