Why was he so lucky to have encountered this? Was it all a coincidence? If so, the probability was too small.
And if not, it means that all of this was carefully prepared by someone.
Analyzing the information in his mind, Loran Hill's pace became faster and faster, and he began to escape the sight of the two people behind him and rushed into the night breeze of the forest coming from above.
Then, at the edge of a clearing in the forest, a girl in a red and black dress suddenly leaped out, and the area surrounding the entrance was completely devoid of the figures who had entered. The soldiers, officers, guests, and adventurers who had left earlier all vanished into thin air, leaving not a single one in sight.
Everything was silent, even the Eastern swordsman Yan Liuyan was nowhere to be seen.
Loran Hill stepped on the ground with his toes and slowly descended. Looking at the forest where there was not even the sound of insects, he couldn't help but slowly tighten the hilt of the sword in his hand.
"Welcome, lovely and innocent junior." A female voice suddenly came from the treetops.
Looking up, I saw a girl with long, straight black hair, sitting sideways among the branches, leaning slightly forward to look at the girl before her. Her long skirt barely covered the curve of her calves, and her crescent-shaped feet swayed gently. Her slender fingers, adorned with several rings, pressed against the rough wood beneath her.
Although she looks to be only in her 20s, Loran Hill does not look down on her. After all, a witch's age cannot be measured by her appearance.
Just as Roland Hill was about to ask, the woman raised her hand and swung it towards him. Immediately, countless swaying figures could be heard from the forest.
Giant black wolves quickly leaped out from the dark shade of the woods, their blood-red eyes full of ferocity and bloodthirstiness.
“Ouch—”
One wolf called out, and ten thousand wolves followed. The howling wolf howls echoed one after another under the night sky. But this was not the end. The wolf howls under the night sky were like beacons, spreading to the distant mountain ridges. Countless beasts roared one after another.
One hundred...
One thousand...
Ten thousand...
Amidst the beastly roars that drowned the sky, Roland Hill seemed like a small boat surrounded by huge waves, weak and insignificant. Among these beasts were even Sequence 7 and even Sequence 8.
Like a horizontal mountain ridge, the giant Spinosaurus, holding up the forest, rose from the ground. With every step, rocks and soil fell from its back. When its iron hooves touched the ground, the ground seemed to have elasticity, and the rebound made a huge sound.
[Dragon Sequence 8: Ridge Forest Dragon]
Amber eyes taller than a person, and a giant lion with red mane circles behind the witch.
[Devil Sequence 8: Fiery Red Lion]
The soil on the ground was arched and turned over, and the skeleton of a giant skeleton was reassembled.
[Death Order 8: Ouroboros]
These extremely ferocious monsters have made this remote little town the most bustling place in the entire southern region.
Amidst the roars of beasts and the shouts of the crowd, the lapis lazuli-like witch gently jumped down from the tree branch, and was then lifted up by the beasts, sitting on the back of a giant lion that was as tall as dozens of stories.
At that moment, countless monsters gathered together, surrounding the tiny girl in the middle like a mountain, and roared wantonly.
Looking at this figure high above, as if sitting on the clouds under the night sky, Loran Hill recalled the story sung in the ancient poems, and finally remembered this almost forgotten name.
"Ibel, the Witch of the Tyrannical Beast."
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