The creatures like Owl Bear are naturally withdrawn and suspicious and do not like to live in groups. They are completely influenced by the authority of the mythical Owl Bear and are forced to change their nature and gather in the valley to form a small community.

If this state continues and after thousands of years of reproduction and evolution, it is not impossible for the owl bears in the valley to establish a primitive tribe with strict organization and meticulous division of labor, or even form a owl bear society.

However, with the death of the mythical owl bear, the process of socialization was interrupted, and the constraints of the mythical owl bears were lost. Most of the owl bears resurfaced in their old ways, and the fragile order in the valley was soon destroyed by their withdrawn and aggressive nature.

Just the second day after Joan and his friends left the Owl Bear Valley, almost all dozens of Owl Bears living in this narrow valley were involved in an unreasonable melee.

The fierce conflict continued until the evening of that day. The injured and defeated owl bear was forced to flee the valley and look for other places to lick the wounds. Only a very small number of owl bears continued to stay in the valley, each of which circled a piece of land. Unless it was in the estrus period, they would never interact with each other and completely retreated back to the state before the mythical owl bear appeared.

The night was getting deeper, the bright moon was hanging high, and the woolly bears suddenly sounded in the quiet valley. The birds in the forest were frightened and flew away from their nests one after another, gathering into a hovering cloud over the woods.

Three strange figures appeared outside the cave where the Mythical Owl Bear lived during his lifetime.

The man in black robe held a staff and looked pale. Beside the man in black robe stood a tall one-eared orc, with arms lengths of knees and a pair of red iron gloves inlaid with sharp thorns, quietly staring at the cave ahead.

Behind the man in black and orc, a huge troll with nine heads was followed. The monster was burying his head and gnawing at an owl bear that had just been captured by it. The nine big mouths greedily bit the half-dead owl. The flesh and blood splattered in one mouth, and the owl bear's screams gradually became weak.

The Orc Chief "Tearer" Kurkin looked back at the nine trolls Scala, and was quite disdainful of its evil eating habits. However, this monster is better than an orc. Kurkin was too lazy to care about it, so he turned around and asked the man in black robe.

"Sir Sharman, are you sure Shrek and his party have been to Owl Bear Valley?"

"I'm sure they've been here, and I'm sure they've been out of here for no more than two days." "Snake Hand" Shaman replied thoughtfully.

"It's really strange. The Owl Bear Valley is not a tourist destination. Why did Shrek and the others come here through mountains and rivers and venture into the valley? Are they not afraid of angering the Myth Owl Bear?" Kurkin asked in confusion.

"Mythical Owl Bear?" Shaman sneered, raised his staff and pointed around, "Kurkin, have you not noticed it yet? The owl Bears in the valley are far fewer than we expected. We have not been besieged by a large group of owl Bears along the way. All signs indicate that the valley has just experienced a huge change. The former ruler of the Owl Bear tribe, the mythical Owl Bear, has either been driven out of the valley or died."

"It is not difficult to kill the Mythical Owl Bear, but it is almost impossible to kill the Mythical Owl Bear under the protection of nearly a hundred Owl Bears. I don't believe Shrek and the other four can do it!" Kurkin shook his head repeatedly.

"This is indeed incredible, but we'd better not rush to draw conclusions. Let's go into this cave first and take a look at the situation inside."

"Snake Hand" Shaman walked into the cave of the mythical Owl Bear with a staff. "Tearer" Kurkin followed him to the entrance of the cave, stopped, looked back at the nine trolls who were still cumbling their heads and chewing the corpse of the Owl Bear. He shook his head helplessly, and without saying a word, he turned around and entered the cave, following Shaman.

Shaman and Kulkin spent half an hour passing through the complex underground tunnels and finally arrived at the nest where the mythical owl bear was hiding.

Just near the entrance of the nest, they found a charred corpse. From the outline of the corpse, it was inferred that it was a mythical owl bear.

"This guy seems to have been burned to death." After checking the corpse, Kurkin looked around, with confusion on his face. "Apart from this corpse, there are almost no burning traces around, and there is no remaining fuel. How did this giant beast be burned to death?"

"It's magic, Kurkin. Although the mythical Owl Bear's death has lasted for more than a whole day, I can still notice that the distribution of magic nets nearby is somewhat abnormal."

Shaman walked to the stone wall near the corpse, and touched the moss and slutty mushrooms growing on the stone wall with his left hand. Magical light emerged at his fingertips, as if he was communicating with the moss mushrooms.

"It's him!" Shaman suddenly grinned, "It was the little wizard named Joan Vader who set up a trap to burn the poor mythical owl bear, and stole the treasure it had protected for many years."

"Treasure!" Kurkin's body shook, his eyes shone, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Sir Sharman, what kind of treasure are you referring to?"

Shaman shook his head and replied expressionlessly, "These lower plants that grow in the cave cannot tell me more details."

Under Kurkin's gaze, Shaman walked to the stone wall facing the entrance of the nest. After a brief observation, he suddenly sneered, picked up his staff and knocked on the stone wall.

"Kurkin, have you seen the cave on the stone wall? This is the passage created by 'Lithography'."

"The little wizard stole the treasures guarded by the mythical owl bear from here. When the mythical owl bear realized the treasures were stolen, he hurried back and tried to capture the thief, but was killed by the vicious little wizard."

"So that's the case..." Kurkin touched his chin and thought for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "For the past few days, we have been wondering why Shrek and others broke into the Brave Forest, why they traveled north along the Honey-Wine River, and why they ventured into the Owl Bear Valley. Now it seems that they are mostly trying to seize the treasures hidden in this cave!"

Shaman nodded slightly, expressing his agreement with Kurkin's guess.

"So what do we do next and continue to hunt down those four guys?" Kurkin looked at the "snake hand" Shaman.

"Of course we have to continue chasing!" Shaman sneered, "The four guys will definitely be very happy at this moment. When people are so proud, they will always unconsciously relax their vigilance. We will take the opportunity to chase them and catch them all in one go! To be honest, now I not only want to regain the "Gantias roots", but also be more curious about what treasures they dug out in this cave."

"I also want to know what good things Shrek and the others have found."

The orc chief stroked his beard and his eyes flashed in the dim cave.

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Chapter completed!