It was about 1,800 kilometers from the Alfred Family ruins to the edge of the Asgard Mountains.
After the Shadow Worgen evolved to A-rank, its flight speed also doubled. Its normal speed was comparable to the Crimson Feathered Demon Wolf's speed after using its Fire Feather skill to accelerate.
When flying at full power, its speed was close to a high-speed train, reaching a maximum of 350 kilometers per hour.
As noon approached, the four Shadow Worgen, carrying Ezreal and the others, finally flew out of the Asgard Mountains and arrived at the nearest town.
The four of them, riding the Shadow Direwolf, stopped a hundred meters in the air, looking down at the curling smoke rising from the small town.
At this time, it was when everyone was eating lunch.
The smoke, carrying the aroma of food, drifted in the air, and the stomachs of the four rumbled.
The edge of the Asgard Mountains was sparsely populated, and this small town was neither large nor populous.
Ezreal and the others hadn't noticed this small town when they passed by; it was Ikaruga, who was familiar with the surroundings of the Asgard Mountains, who told them about it.
"This is Al Town. Among the Hundred Bird Vassals back then, several families were unwilling to participate in war again and chose to live in seclusion together."
"They reclaimed land on the edge of the Asgard Mountains and settled down. My ancestors were among them."
Ikaruga looked at the town below and introduced it to Ezreal and the other two.
"Before the fall of the Faramir Empire, there were constant wars, lasting for nearly a hundred years. Many people fled to remote places to escape the chaos. Some came here to settle down and, together with the few families already here, established this small town."
"Your family also lives here?" Ezreal asked.
"My grandfather lives here. My father left here after he came of age and traveled around to practice swordsmanship. Later, he met my mother and settled in a coastal city."
"Last year, after I defeated my father, I inherited the name Ikaruga and the family heirloom sword. I was also told to come here to sweep the graves every year if I had time," Ikaruga shook her head and explained.
"I came here last year when I swept the graves. This is my second time."
"The people here are simple and honest, and the dishes are very delicious. If you're looking for food supplies, the dishes here are definitely worth trying."
"That's great! I finally don't have to eat the grilled fish and grilled meat Cana makes anymore!" Marcus exclaimed, his eyes welling up with tears after hearing Ikaruga's words.
Before their departure, the three of them had only sealed two months' worth of food and water using Cana's card magic.
However, Ezreal had delayed an extra month for the Shadow Worgen to evolve.
And there was also an additional Ikaruga.
Ikaruga had bought common magic cards from the market to seal enough food for herself for two weeks for this grave-sweeping trip.
But accompanying Ezreal and the others caused a delay, and later, she had no choice but to join Cana and Marcus in catching fish or hunting magical beasts for food.
When it came to cooking skills, the three of them were completely clueless!
Marcus couldn't cook at all. Ikaruga knew a little, but it was limited to making some home-cooked meals with seasonings, and... sashimi.
But the problem was, no one brought any seasonings!
Therefore, Cana, the only one who could grill meat, was called upon to take charge of cooking for everyone.
No salt, no chili, no pepper, just dry grilling!
They thought it was okay for the first two days, but they had been eating it continuously for nearly a month!
Now, the smell of grilled meat made them want to vomit!
"Ungrateful! Without my grilled meat, could you have survived the Asgard Mountains? Huh? And I clearly made it very delicious!"
Cana glared, annoyed, and looked at Ezreal, "Tell me, isn't that right, EZ!"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes..." Ezreal immediately nodded; he didn't want to be scolded.
"Tell me, isn't that right, Ikaruga!" Cana glared at the obviously perfunctory Ezreal, then looked at Ikaruga with hopeful eyes, thinking Ikaruga would surely agree with her cooking skills.
"Let's go down and check out the town. I smell stir-fried dishes," Ikaruga smiled faintly.
"Stir-fry, stir-fry, stir-fry!" Ezreal and Marcus cheered with their hands raised, like two apes.
Under Ezreal's control, the four Shadow Worgen slowly landed in the dense forest not far from the town's entrance.
The four jumped off the wolves' backs. Ezreal clapped his hands lightly, and the four giant wolf-shaped Shadow Worgen immediately transformed into four black smoke wisps, silently merging into his shadow.
After Ezreal and the other three tidied their clothes, they walked towards the town.
Just as they reached the town entrance, an old man with white hair was walking his little yellow dog.
The old man looked up and saw them, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
The little yellow dog obediently squatted on the ground, neither barking nor making a sound, tilting its head to look at the four.
"Youngsters, you look unfamiliar. Are you from outside?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.
Ezreal stepped forward and politely replied, "Elder, we are passing through and would like to resupply on food and water."
The old man nodded, a kind smile appearing on his face: "Then you've come to the right place. The wild beasts haven't been easy to catch recently, so if you came any later, some dishes might not be available. Go on in, there are only a few small restaurants in town, and they all make pretty good food."
The old man pointed them in a direction, then continued to stroll around the town entrance with his dog.
The four thanked the old man and continued into the town.
Watching the four walk away, the old man picked up his little yellow dog, and his cloudy eyes mysteriously turned black as he gazed at his pet.
The little yellow dog he held let out a low growl, and yellow feathers actually grew on its body, followed by its head and limbs trembling and twisting.
In less than a second or two, the little yellow dog actually transformed into an earthy yellow owl.
"The target has reappeared," the old man whispered to the owl, then tossed it into the air with both hands.
The owl flapped its wings and flew towards the town.
When he looked back again, the old man's figure had also disappeared at some unknown point.