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 ."
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 helt was askew, revealing a face full of sweat and fatigue, though his eyes still burned with a steadfast fla.
Though the longsword in his hand had lost its luster, he still held it high, every swing accompanied by heavy breaths, as if the simple action exhausted all his strength.
"Holy... Slash!"
The not-so-dazzling blade of light flew out, forcing back the massive Magical Beast resembling a boar.
Around him, the other four Paladins gritted their teeth and persevered.
So were on one knee, using the sword to support their body, with another hand covering the bleeding wound on their abdon.
Others made a simple bandage on their severed arm, and carried a longsword with a broken blade to continue advancing for cover.
Their cloaks had long been dyed red, resembling withered blood flowers in this swamp.
The huge and ugly body of the Demon charged and crashed around them, occasionally letting out terrifying roars.
The boar-like Magical Beast's shoulder height exceeded three ters, with a width not much less, its two enormous pairs of tusks protruded long, shining with a sharp luster.
Its fur was tough, and covered with a layer of sli, indifferent to general slashing, completely like an armored war chariot.
The sli dripping from its body corroded black pits into the swamp, emitting a strong, pungent odor.
The odor made one nauseous upon slling, causing eyes to tear up and the whole body to go limp once inhaled.
Mud Swamp Boar.
In the outside world, this was originally a Middle Tier Magical Beast, but in the Misty Mountains, its power was elevated, reaching the realm of a High Tier Magical Beast.
Though it was among other High Tier magical creatures, its massive size elevated its danger level slightly further.
Its danger level was definitely not less than the Earth Dragon Species of the sa tier.
Especially in the swamp area, its abilities were significantly boosted, being marked as one of the most dangerous creatures on the map provided by the Knight Commander.
Each charge of the Mud Swamp Boar made the Paladins' defense teeter on the brink of collapse.
"Hold on! Stand firm!"
"The brothers at the monastery must be able to hear our cries for help!"
The map was not only provided to Herbert; all the Knight Order mbers dispatched from the Mist Monastery could obtain a copy.
They were well aware of the dangers of the Mud Swamp Boar.
Among the five, only the leader had just recently reached High Tier strength; the remaining few were only Middle Tier.
Even at their peak strength, they would not actively provoke this enormous Magical Beast.
Moreover, they had just barely escaped after engaging with a pack of Mist Ghost Wolves, already exhausted from the repeated battles.
Their faces were filled with pain, with a faint hint of despair in their eyes, yet none had the thought of retreating.
They murmured sacred spells, trying to draw one final burst of strength from their faith.
In this abyss of despair, they held on desperately, waiting for a chance that might never co.
They could not retreat.
Because behind them lay a group of adventurers, weakly sprawled on the ground.
It was also a five-person team, but three of them no longer drew breath, the remaining two looked extrely frail.
To be honest, their strength was not weak, even slightly stronger than the Holy Knight Squad.
The team had two High Tier Professionals, while the remaining three were only a step away from the High Tier.
Such a team was far from naless in the Frost Crystal Kingdom, having earned so renown through many years of adventures.
A true weakling would not have the courage to venture into the Misty Mountains; although this was just the mapped-out safe zone on the outskirts, it still possessed considerable risk — as evident now.
After exhausting themselves to hunt the high-tier Magical Beast required for their mission, they barely had ti to revel in their success before being ambushed by a creature long hidden in the swamp.
Among the two High Tier Professionals, one perished instantly, while two of the three Middle Tier Professionals were gravely injured; the battle was one-sided from the onset.
If not for the Paladins rushing over upon hearing their cries for help, these five would have already perished within the Mud Swamp Boar's belly.
Had it not been for the rescue of these few individuals, the Paladins would not have risked facing off with this High Tier Magical Beast.
Yet even with the Paladins joining the fray, the situation had not improved at all.
While the Paladins could still hold out for the mont, they utterly lacked the ans to counterattack.
Their only hope lay with other Holy Monastery comrades training nearby, who might realize the crisis they were in.
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