At the same time, a commotion was taking place in the city of Wilsk, one of the border towns of Ronan County, to the north of the forest where Erica was located. Groups of guards could be seen everywhere on the streets looking for any suspicious pedestrians.

They would all be forcibly detained for interrogation. In a large mansion in the center of the city, the city lord, Baron Wesker Ronan, was looking at the two guard leaders with an angry look on his face.

"Why hasn't the assassin been caught yet?!"

"Lord Baron, assassins are very agile and can hide their magic. Ordinary guards cannot handle it at all."

"My subordinates vaguely saw the assassin's face when they were chasing the assassin, and thought that the assassin was probably an elf."

"Oh? Elves?"

Wesker played with the dagger left behind by the assassin and thought for a long time. After giving a few instructions, he left the room and strolled through a carefully manicured garden to the annex at the back of the mansion.

"Welcome back, Master."

After Wesker opened the door and entered, he came face to face with a girl wearing an alternative maid outfit coming out of the hall. Although the girl was smiling, it was not difficult to find that her eyes were very dazed, and her pupils seemed to be a little blurry. Wesker stretched out his hand on the maid's chest

He rubbed it all over, but the maid still smiled at him without changing her expression, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, no more resistance, it seems like my strength has increased a lot."

Then Wesker didn't talk to the maid, and just walked towards the deep room. Along the way, many maids who were similar to the one at the door appeared to greet him. The same group of maids also had strange expressions.

With a smile and distracted eyes, Wesker just nodded casually as he walked by, until he reached the bedroom at the end of the corridor and pushed open the door.

"Welcome back, my dear master."

Sitting on a huge bed in the bedroom was an elf girl wearing revealing clothing. When she saw Wesker entering the room, she made a strange pose and raised her arms as if to imitate some kind of animal.

Greeting Wesker.

"I'm back, little kitten."

"Master, are you not injured? Have you caught the assassin?"

"No." Wesker handed the dagger in his hand to the elf girl and said: "The other party seems to be from the elf clan. Do you recognize this sword? Is it from your clan?"

"No, this doesn't look like a weapon made by Meryl Gil. It seems to be made by the elves further north."

"Further north?" Wesker thought as he reached out and stroked the elf girl's head, but the elf girl was enjoying this strange interaction with great satisfaction.

"Forget it, no matter who you are or where you come from, you can't stop my dominance."

"12:08 noon... I've been walking for an hour and still haven't seen the ship."

After lunch, I got up and prepared to scout along the river. I was still very concerned about the fishing boat I found yesterday, and kept thinking whether there might be a hidden village nearby that could not be discovered from a bird's eye view. I estimated the distance in my mind.

I thought I should have arrived near the boat a long time ago, but in fact I found nothing along the river bank.

Feeling a little tired, I found a big tree and sat under it to enjoy the shade. Suddenly, I heard the chirping of the birds again. When I looked up, it turned out that the group of birds were following me again. I raised my head and waved to them.

Just open your notebook and sort out the route you just traveled.

"Did I make a mistake? That ship was not actually stranded on the bank of the river?"

Looking at the map on my laptop, I couldn't help but wonder if I had miscalculated the distance. In the end, I couldn't think of any way to go back. When I was about to go back the same way, the little dot from before jumped in front of me again and looked at it on my laptop.

While jumping around, I suddenly thought of an alternative method.

"Hey, little one."

I tried to talk to the bird, and sure enough, it responded to my words and started to scream at me. I am now very sure that these beautiful birds can understand what I said, but I don’t dwell on the reason.

After all, this is a fantasy world, the kind where fantasy creatures like dragons, unicorns, and mermaids exist. I don’t expect that the laws of biochemistry and physics in this world will be the same as those on Earth. I really don’t know.

I want to have too much contact with the aboriginal humans of this world, but that doesn’t mean I will stay away from these novel fantasy creatures, at least that’s still my thinking for now.

"Can you help me find something, a boat... something like this..."

I tried to draw the shape of the fishing boat with my hands, but the little one didn't seem to understand it at all, so I had to draw the rough shape of the boat in my notebook.

"It's probably a boat like this, stranded on the river near here."

When I finished drawing, I found that the little one was actually looking down at the graphics on the paper. This made my heart beat faster with excitement. After a while, the little one raised his head and shouted at me twice. At that moment, I seemed to feel it.

Smiled at me. Then the little one got up and flew to the branch to "communicate" with other birds. After a while, all the birds flew up and circled above my head.

"What does this mean?"

Before I finished speaking, these little birds flew to a branch in the west and screamed at me, and then flew to a branch further away and repeated their previous behavior. At this moment, I seemed to understand what they were doing.

He showed me the way again, so I couldn't wait to follow him.

After about ten minutes of walking, we saw another river beach and the stranded fishing boat on the opposite bank a little further away.

"Sure enough, are they two different rivers..."

I looked at the fishing boat on the other side of the river that was in trouble. Although the depth of the river was only about 1 meter at most, the river was very wide, so I didn’t plan to swim across it. However, in my impression, I walked back along the river bank and didn’t find any bridges or bridges.

Since the river is relatively shallow, the only possibility is to follow the river further north and find a suitable place to cross the river.

"It's already afternoon now. If we continue to move forward, I'm afraid we may not be able to return to the stronghold before the next night..."

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to try a new method. I took out my notebook and simply drew a picture of a bridge. Then I squatted on the ground and asked the group of birds behind me: "Do you know if there is anything north of this river?"

Something like this?”

The little bird jumped over again. It turned its head left and right and looked around for a long time. Then it jumped back and started discussing with other birds. After a while, all the birds were chirping at me.

Take off and fly along the north side of the river.

"Is this...is there really a bridge?"

Although I had some doubts, I hurriedly followed them. The journey was not too far, mainly because I kept chasing the tracks of the birds and did not slow down to investigate the surrounding environment. I ran along the river for about half of the way.

After about an hour's journey, I saw a broken wooden bridge.

After I took a breath, I alertly leaned over to check my surroundings and then slowly approached the bridge. The overall workmanship of the bridge did not look rough, with several long strips of wood neatly cut lengthwise.

The bridge deck is nearly 5 meters wide. The wood is at least half a meter thick and looks very strong. The piers are obviously made of carefully cut stone bricks, which are fixed with a large number of iron nails and iron sheets.

Judging from the traces, it is obvious that this bridge is not a temporary thing built casually.

The width of this section of the river is also relatively narrow, only about 7 meters. The soil quality on the bank seems to be slightly different from other places. It seems to be an artificially filled river bank, but the river channel under the bridge also seems to be deeper than other sections of the river. Visual inspection

It is at least two meters, and the entire bridge deck is more than one meter high from the river. It seems that it can only pass through the small fishing boats stranded on the river beach. After close inspection, many ancient rut marks were found on the mud near the bridge entrance.

, it seems that this bridge was used by many passers-by in the past, and it may also be a very critical traffic artery.

The bridge was obviously burned down by humans, and there were also some arrows of the same type as those on the fishing boats left on the bridge. It seemed that a fierce battle had taken place on this bridge in the past, and in the end it was probably some part of the battle.

One party deliberately burned the bridge.

I couldn't estimate the time when the battle took place. I could only guess from the rotten wooden shafts of the arrows that it was at least a few years old. But it still made me feel uneasy because it was only about 7 kilometers away from my camp, and visual inspection

It seems that as long as you follow the road north, you will find an aboriginal town within a short distance, so I don't plan to stay here for too long. The main goal at the moment is to cross the river and return to the camp safely.

I tried to walk to the burned bridge to test it out. Although the bridge deck was burned and there was a gap of at least one meter, the structure of the bridge was still relatively strong. After I was ready, I took a few steps back and ran across it.

This broken bridge.

When I successfully crossed the broken bridge and landed with both feet, the structure of the broken bridge under my feet seemed to be unable to withstand the violent vibration and began to collapse. I hurriedly took a long step forward and rushed under the bridge.

With the loud sound of the giant tree falling into the water, half of the bridge completely collapsed into the river. And before I had time to rejoice, suddenly the group of birds circled noisily above my head as if they had been frightened in some way.

This was the first time I had seen this. Their urgent calls seemed to be warning me. I alertly raised my weapon and hid near the stone pier of the bridge, while the birds also flew to the river.

He hid on the branches on the other side.

"It seems like it's really a warning."

The surrounding sounds gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of the gurgling river. But not long after, I heard a strange movement not far away. It seemed to be the sound of something moving in the grass, and I started to get nervous.

Get up and estimate what might happen next. It seems that the fearful look of the group of little birds does not look like the reaction of ordinary people approaching, but more like the frightened expression of small animals encountering wild beasts. In the past

I have always been troubled by the fact that I have not found any large beasts in the 5-kilometer range I explored for two days. Today, it seems that the range I explored exceeds the 5-kilometer limit, which means that it is almost time to encounter something.

Although I am quite confident in the weapon in my hand, I am not willing to shoot directly in this unexplored area. After all, I did not carry a silencer today. If the sound of the gun attracts other people or more beasts, it will

Not worth it.

"How to evacuate if a dangerous guy appears? Diving..."

Just when I started to consider the retreat route, a short animal figure emerged from the grass not far away. I didn't shoot directly because it seemed that the other party hadn't noticed me yet, but the most critical reason was the appearance of this animal.

I was surprised.

"What...what is this? Wild boar?"

The reason why I thought it was a wild boar is that its body shape is indeed very similar to that of a wild boar, and it is not big and only weighs about 30 kilograms according to visual inspection. This reminds me of wild boar cubs that have not yet grown up.

But those chilling bone spurs on its head reminded me that this thing is definitely not the kind of wild boar on earth. The sharp and angular appearance of the muscles in its body reminded me of those short bodybuilders. From the above few

Based on the characteristics, it can be judged that being hit by this thing will definitely not feel good.

Just as I was surprised to observe this strange-looking wild boar, the other party seemed to have discovered my presence. I saw it turned around and pointed at me and began to rub its hooves. I don’t know if it was an hallucination, because I saw it panting.

At this time, sporadic flames actually burst out of his mouth.

The hostility of the other party was already very obvious, so I calmed down and fired a shot at its head. The 7.62-caliber bullet made a crisp sound through the chrome-plated barrel, but for some reason I always felt that the sound of the gunshot was particularly loud.

Even a little harsh.

What happened next was completely beyond my expectation. I did not see the warhead penetrate the opponent's head. Instead, the steel-core warhead with a muzzle velocity of 800m/s hit the forehead of the target less than 10 meters away.
To be continued...