When the Beta Adventure Group's horse hooves stepped on the silver frost trail woven by fluorescent mycelium.

With the help of the fluorite magic lamp hanging under the horse's neck, everyone could see from afar a ghost wolf with its head cut open lying under a big tree in the weeds not far away.

After getting closer and examining the wolf corpse, Beta pointed at the arrow that had pierced the wolf's body from its left shoulder and said:

"This ghost wolf was pierced through the chest by an arrow, yet it continued running. The arrowhead shattered its internal organs, causing it to bleed to death."

As for the big hole in the wolf corpse's forehead, there was no need to think too much about it. It was most likely opened by the adventure group before them who passed by here. I just don't know if they found the magic crystal.

"This arrow belongs to Sean."

Monica pulled the arrow out of the wolf's corpse and found a familiar "X" mark at the end of the arrow shaft.

This is a small habit of Sean, a member of Oak's six-member adventure team. He likes to carve marks on the end of his arrow shafts, saying that arrows shot in this way have a higher hit rate.

"It seems that the direction we are following is correct. This is indeed one of the wolves chasing Oak. Since this ghost wolf died here, Oak should still be alive."

Mark nodded. Judging from the mission information he got from Beta, the Blood Crystal Adventure Group, that is, Oak's adventure group, had caused varying degrees of damage to most of the ghost wolves in the wolf pack.

Perhaps it was these injuries that prevented Oak from being caught up by the wolves in a short period of time and kept him alive until now.

"There's no time to lose. Let's keep chasing. Maybe we can catch up with Oak before we enter the Wolf Valley..."

Beta jumped on his horse and was ready to continue his journey.

But before he could finish his words, several burning arrows suddenly shot from the side into the trunk of the big tree beside them. The exploding red flames illuminated the entire forest hidden by the trunk of the big tree.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a fluorite lamp lighting up in the woods not far ahead. Several adventurers in full leather armor blocked the forest road ahead.

The leader was a scarred burly man carrying a double-edged battle axe on his back. The axe blade reflected the fluorite light and faint traces of magical inscriptions appeared.

"Isn't this a big talker Beta?"

The scarred man took out his battle axe and chopped it off the nearby tree trunk, his eyes filled with danger. "Your adventure group doesn't have any trackers, and you're just a small group. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to come and take on this rescue mission?"

"What's inappropriate? Can't a small adventure group take on an emergency mission?" Beta rode forward and stopped at the front of the group. "Since the mission target has been confirmed to be heading to Phantom Wolf Valley, we only need to go there according to the mission requirements. There's not that much demand for tracking professions."

There are usually no special restrictions on the Adventurer's Guild's missions, but the adventurers' long-term activities in the Warcraft Mountains have naturally formed some unspoken rules.

Teams with incomplete members should honestly give up the relevant tasks to avoid others taking advantage of their team with incomplete members in the same situation next time.

But unspoken rules are just unspoken rules. In a situation like today, the scarred man really couldn't say that Beta was wrong.

Because the mission information given by the Adventurer's Guild is indeed that the mission target has escaped to the Phantom Wolf Valley, and the emergency public mission is indeed open to all adventure groups.

Moreover, as one of the first three adventure groups to arrive, they had already discovered that the bloodstains left by the wolves when they were chasing their targets were too conspicuous and could be found even without tracking skills.

As long as other adventure groups are heading to the Wolf Valley, they have no right to make decisions about other adventure groups.

"Hmph!" The scarred man snorted coldly. "You guys do your mission, we won't interfere. But our three major adventure groups, the Mad Wolf, the Buck, and the Silver Fox, are now working together to enter the Phantom Wolf Valley. If you want to enter the valley from this direction to complete your mission, you can either join the temporary alliance and accept command, or change direction and enter the valley on your own."

If the situation just now where one cannot accept certain tasks due to incomplete professional configuration is still an unspoken rule.

There is a rule that when an adventure group is clearly carrying out a mission in a certain direction, other adventure groups that come later must choose to temporarily avoid it or attack from other directions. However, this is a rule that has been clearly signed and certified by many adventure groups in Osborne Town.

"We can join and accept command. How will the bonus be distributed?"

Beta is a seasoned adventurer, and flexibility is his basic quality.

It is definitely safer to follow three adventure groups with fourth-level professionals than for their adventure group to go deep into the Wolf Valley alone from another direction.

"Bonus?" The scarred man glanced at the people behind Beta and sneered, "You brought three burdens with you to take on the task in Phantom Wolf Valley, and you still want a share of the mission bonus?"

Although the leaders of the three major adventure groups all came for the invisible reputation of the Adventurer's Guild, their members still prefer gold coins.

There are only more than 100 gold coins in total. Why should they be shared with an adventure group that is not even a two-star group?

As if to support the scarred man, the four team members behind him showed their professional panels at the same time. They were all third-level professionals, which showed that they had absolute strength to take the lead in the mission.

Although he also noticed Mark's special identity as a priest, in his opinion, he was just a rookie who had just entered the second level. Even if he was a priest, he could not play any positive role in completing the task.

Most of the stronger adventure groups are actually quite self-disciplined. Normally, even when they dine at the Grizzly Bear Tavern, they will just have a few drinks and then leave. Therefore, the scar-faced man and his companions did not know what happened in the tavern last night.

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