Chapter 33: Confronting the Beasts
"Damn it, what’s with all these beasts? Why did they suddenly go crazy?"
Chadwick swung his sword powerfully, cleaving a massive ash-gray wolf in two. Blood sprayed out, staining parts of his armor.
"Damn this mission to begin with! Why do we have to chase bandits? If that pampered brat has a problem with them, he should just bring his father’s army!"
Andrew thrust his spear, killing two E-rank wolves with a single strike. Andrew was the war leader the Baronet dispatched alongside elite soldiers for important and urgent missions, and he was the one who commanded the barony’s forces in case of a foreign invasion. He was a young man in his mid-twenties, with short brown hair, kind green eyes, and slightly tanned skin.
Andrew possessed remarkable physical capabilities and was on the verge of reaching C-rank. Thus, he was treated with respect by everyone, even by the Baronet himself. It was expected that he would become the strongest person in the barony.
However, Andrew had long wished to leave, believing that a poor and unimportant place like this would only hinder his future accomplishments. He hoped to go to the Royal Capital and advance to become a Royal Knight.
’Damn it, why do I have to serve this trash? Duncan was annoying enough.’
He swung his spear again, severing the heads of two more wolves.
Then he raised his head, looking around at the other soldiers, and shouted angrily, "Finish your work quickly! Enough playing around!"
All the soldiers in his unit were elites who had spent several years at E-rank, so they dealt with beasts of their same level with great ease. In a matter of seconds, dozens of separated corpses surrounded them.
Tarian glanced at the corpses and muttered, "Something’s strange."