During the hunt, he constantly felt life energy surging into his body, now he didn't feel tired at all, but rather... excited!
"Not enough yet."
"I need more Ghost Wolves..."
Herbert observed the traces left by the Ghost Wolf he intentionally let go, showing a joyous smile.
"Go on, hurry and find your companions to seek revenge on me."
He waved at Fremay who was secretly commanding from the shadows and leisurely followed the traces left by the Ghost Wolf.
...
Just as Herbert was effortlessly exterminating Demons and enjoying the joy of his harvest.
Elsewhere in the Misty Mountains, another group of people was suffering bitterly.
In the swamp saturated with a foul stench, a group of Paladins was falling into a dire situation.
Their silver-white armor no longer shone, filled with scratches and dents, blood oozing from the gaps in the armor.
The leading Paladin's helmet was askew, revealing a face full of sweat and fatigue, though his eyes still burned with a steadfast flame.
