The Senas Alliance is a mountain range in the north and south, and the terrain generally gradually rises from east to west. People living on the coast therefore call the Paratus people plateau people.

The elevation of Langtun Town on the southwestern border of the Running Horse Country is close to 1,400 meters, and is located in the Pine Oak Forest Belt on the northern foot of the Jinding Mountains.

In the forest south of Langtun Town, a man hugged a thick giant needle tree that penetrated into the sky, covering the sky. Only spots of sunlight shone down from the gaps in the tree canopy, nourishing the weeds and shrubs in the forest.

For thousands of years, all things in nature have grown, died, and rotted here without anyone's interest, and finally turned into humus soil that is several feet deep.

The Hunter Ralph's hut was built in the depths of such a dense forest, and there was only a small path that the hunter stepped on to lead to human society.

After receiving Ralph's warning, Gillard, Winters and Sergey immediately followed Ralph and his son to the hunter's wooden house.

The wooden house is simple and ordinary, and there are several wooden barrels with an unpleasant smell outside the house, which seem to be containers used to tannate animal skins.

"Two sirs, please see." Ralph took out an animal's skeleton from the house and presented it to Gillard and Winters: "This was found on the animal clip this morning."

Winters no longer tries to correct the villagers calling him "Lord", and Gillard seems to have been accustomed to this.

It seems that this part of the severity used to belong to a deer, but now only the part from the hoof to the thigh bone remains.

Winters could only see so much, and he didn't think anything was unusual.

Gillard also asked in confusion: "The prey I caught was picked up by wild animals. Although it was unlucky, it was an ordinary thing. Why did it have something to do with the wolf disaster?"

"It's related!" Ralph, who was clumsy in words, became anxious and impatient: "Please look at the broken stubble on his thigh bone!"

"How do you, his mother talk? Your mouth can't speak. I, his mother, sew it on you!" Sergei's anger suddenly jumped up. He could not tolerate anyone being disrespectful to his old brother.

"It's okay, it's okay." Gillard immediately comforted the two.

The old hunter Ralph did not respond, but just lowered his head and apologized to the mayor. However, the little hunter Bell clenched the wooden bow in his hand and glared at the old Sergei.

Winters took the deer leg and carefully observed the broken bone. He really couldn't see anything wrong: "Mr. Ralph, we are not hunters, we don't understand what you take for granted. You have to explain carefully to us what is wrong with this deer leg."

The old hunter pointed to the section of the bone and gestured and explained: "Two sirs, the bone was bitten off alive. The deer stepped on the clip and could not move. Some kind of beast bit the deer to death and then bit off the deer's legs, dragging the rest into the woods."

"Is there anything strange about this?"

"The ordinary beasts can't bite the deer's thigh bones! Because they can't bite!" The hunter Ralph spoke quickly and looked anxious: "Sir! This is an adult stag with a strong head, and the leg bones are even harder to bite, but they are bitten off directly! I think about how powerful the beast's bites between the upper and lower teeth is!

After hearing the hunter's words, Winters reexamined the broken legs in his hand - being able to bite such bones can tear off a person's arms.

Winters frowned and asked the old hunter: "Is it a wolf?"

"Wolves can't do it! A wild beast like a wolf with a hundred pounds can only be killed and eaten on the spot. The wolf has no strength to drag the body of the male deer away, even a group of wolves! The wolf hunts and kills the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. Those who can kill such adult animals are definitely not ordinary beasts, they must be tigers, and beasts like savages!"

It was not enough to just talk with your mouth. The old hunter ran back into the house to take out two snow-white and smooth femoral sticks: "Sir, you see, this is a hand-held piece made of the remaining thigh bones of the deer eaten by the wolf. The wolf loves to eat marrow, and it will definitely not be spared if it can be bitten. But look at these two bone sticks, except for the tooth marks, they are intact!"

"Then why do you say it's a wolf disaster?" Winters was confused when he heard the other party denying it was a wolf.

Old Sergei explained awkwardly: "Sir, our place calls wild animals hurting people called 'wolf disaster'."

Winters then realized that he nodded and asked the hunter again: "What do you mean is a large beast now appearing in this forest?"

"Yes! But it's not right!" The old hunter pulled his hair in annoyance and muttered: "I don't know how to explain it to you, nor do I know where to say it. Anyway, something is wrong in the forest these days!"

After spending a year with the lower-class soldiers, Winters gradually realized that some soldiers who had not received grammar education were extremely lacking in language skills. They had no focus on their words and even had retelling. They had to be patient and could grasp the keywords from the chaotic narrative.

"No hurry, say it slowly, say whatever you think of." Winters patted the hunter on the shoulder, moved a wooden stake and signaled Ralph to sit down.

Hunter Ralph glanced at the town garrison with gratitude, thought for a while and started talking.

Winters listened carefully to try to distinguish the key information from it.

"...Since it turned out that it was hard to see deer, deer, fox, and rabbit running out from the depths of the forest like crazy... Our father and son were trapped under the animal path and caught a lot of good goods at the beginning... But many of the goods caught in recent days were dragged away by wild animals and eaten cleanly, and the location was closer to outside again and again... Yesterday I found footprints in the forest that I had never seen before..."

"Wait." Winters was excited and interrupted the old hunter: "Did you find footprints?"

"Yes, sir."

Then you still say so much nonsense? Winters couldn't help but whisper, and he immediately ordered the hunter Ralph: "Where? Take us to see!"

Under the leadership of the Hunters and Sons, Winters, Girard and Sergei moved further into the forest.

This is a truly rare place. The deeper you go, the quieter and deeper the forest becomes. The birds and insects can't break the endless silence of the forest. You can only hear the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking back, Winters can no longer find the way he was when he was.

But the hunter and his son knew this forest well. It seemed that at least forty-year-old hunter Ralph was walking steadily in the forest, and soon found the place in his memory: "It's here!"

Three days ago, it was sunny after a rain, and the footprints in the mud were preserved.

Pulling away the fern that blocked the view, a terrifying claw print appeared.

Seeing this claw mark, the three other than the hunter and his son all took a breath. With one palm and five claws, the entire claw mark was nearly twice as long as Winters' shoes.

Hunter Ralph is right. A beast that can step on such claw marks cannot be a wolf. Wolves are just food in front of such giants.

Just seeing this claw mark, the originally quiet and peaceful forest in Winters' eyes suddenly became full of dangers and murderous intent.

The horses began to become restless. The two terriers brought by Gillard were whimpering and humming with their tails.

"Evil beasts will urinate everywhere to warn their kind." Ralph pointed to the two hunting dogs with trembling tails and said firmly: "These two fox hunting terriers must have smelled the smell of urine, otherwise they would not be scared like this!"

"The Holy Body is above!" Old Sergei leaned close to the claw print and exclaimed: "What thing can grow up like this?"

"Are there any other footprints?" Winters asked.

Ralph shook his head: "It's gone, I only see this one."

"Then it's better not to stay here for a long time. Let's go back to Ralph's house first." Winters didn't bring any weapons and didn't want to stay here for a second. He looked at Gillard: "Mayor Mitchell, what do you think?"

"That's right, let's leave here first."

Ralph and his son led one after another, and the five returned to the hunter's cabin on the same route.

Girard and Sergei are both in their fifties, and they have been running through the forest for too long and are exhausted. However, the hunter and son are brisk in their steps and their faces are as usual.

Gillard gasped and asked the old hunter: "What the hell is it? Can you tell from the footprints?"

"Five claws, the shape should be a bear." Ralph replied with a serious expression: "But the claw mark is too big, so big that I don't know what it is."

"Do you think there will be another wolf disaster?" Gillard asked again.

Ralph thought for a long time and finally said: "The wild beasts hide from human activities on weekdays, and they will not run to forest areas so close to the crowds. But the range of activities of this big guy is getting closer and closer to the edge of the forest. I think it will sooner or later run into people. Once it tastes human blood, it will definitely start to catch people for food. But maybe it will turn around and go back into the deep forest. Oh, sir, I don't know if you ask me..."

After hearing the hunter's words, Gillard looked at Winters: "Mr. Montagne, I think we may need to summon militias."

Winters was stunned at first, and then he realized that the militia affairs were the responsibility of him, the garrison officer.

"Do you think you need to form a crusade team?" Winters asked back.

Gillard nodded silently.

Sergei slapped his thighs excitedly: "That's right! Damn him, no matter what kind of beast he is! As long as you eat a gun, you won't be afraid of not being able to kill it!"

Winters Montane never regarded himself as a Palatun, but at this moment he really entered the identity of an officer stationed in Langtun Town.

His brow frowned: "Calling militias can at least give each village a little self-defense ability. I think it is feasible. But whether to send people to hunt this beast is to listen to the opinions of professionals."

"Mr. Ralph." Lieutenant Montane looked straight into the old hunter's eyes and said seriously: "You don't have to worry, I'm responsible for what you say. But you have to tell me the truth... As a hunter, do you think it's feasible to send militias to hunt this beast?"

Second Lieutenant Montane said earnestly. Ralph gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to answer, "Sir. I can't let you give me a face. Let me tell the truth. Lin Zi is too big and doesn't know where that thing is. If you really want to kill it, it must be that the whole town will go hunting, and if you are not careful, the thing will run away.

Ferocious beasts have spirituality. Once they fail to kill them, they will be more difficult to deal with after holding a grudge. What's more, they have not hurt people yet, and they shouldn't provoke them. I think it's enough to make everyone be careful now. If it really hurts people, it's not too late to hunt them down. If it returns to the depths of the forest by itself, it would be even better."

After listening carefully, Winters looked at Gillard again: "What do you think?"

"This is also a safe way." Gillard agreed: "Then let it be for the time being."

There was nothing to say, Winters, Girard and Sergey were about to leave the Hunter's Lodge.

"Mr. Ralph, I think you should not stay here in the next few days. Let's stay at your relatives and friends' houses in the village for two days." Before leaving, Winterstein reminded him, worried that something would happen to the hunters and sons because of carelessness.

The old hunter nodded gratefully.

Winters smiled and said to the little hunter, "Boy, come and shoot archery next Sunday, and I will prepare the prize you want next time!"

The little hunter Bell curled his lips disdainfully. This kid's archery skills were amazing and he could easily win the prize from a group of adults - half a dozen quills. However, this half-best boy obviously didn't like these things.

Seeing this half-best boy who was in the rebellious period, Winters found it interesting. He nodded and stinged his head and said goodbye to the hunters and son.

...

On the way back to Langtun Town, Winters, Girard and Sergei chatted all the way.

"Why is it called "Wolf Disaster" by wild beasts?" Winters was still a little puzzled: "Is this the dialect of Paratu? Where is the origin?"

"It's either Paratu, it's our dialect. Dusa Village, Hedong and Hexi Villages are called this." Gillard replied with a smile.

When talking about this, Old Sergei was full of enthusiasm: "This place used to be a wolf disaster! In the early years, the farmers who lived here caused great harm. Later, Dusak was placed here, and he killed them hard. The big and small wolves killed all the young and old. I still have a pair of wolf skin knee pads! In the end, I drove all the wolves into the mountains and finally stopped. Hi! Local old ladies are still scaring children now, "Cry again, the wolf will take you away"!"

"Mayor Mitchell, Mr. Sergei, please forgive me for taking the liberty. If I guess correctly, you are all Dussa, aren't you?" Winters couldn't help asking a long-confused question: "How could you settle in the Senas League?"

Since hearing the weird name Girard Pleninovich Mitchell, Winters has already suspected that Girard was a Dussa.

"Of course we are Dusak! That can't we be separated from the farmer at a glance?" Old Sergei laughed and recalled, "Why did we come to you? That's a long time. At that time, we were still working as a servant for the old emperor. After that, we were finished..."

"Vladiminovich! Enough! Stop talking!" Gillard obviously didn't want to talk about this matter, so he stopped old Sergei's memories.

Sergey was extremely obedient. Gillard called to stop, and he stopped talking immediately.

Seeing that Gillard didn't want to talk much, Winters also changed the topic: "Mr. Mitchell, I'm a little curious... Why are you called Mr. Sergey... Vladiminovich?"

This question is obviously answerable. Gillard explained with a smile: "Sergey's father's real name is Vladimir. Vladiminovich means Vladimir's son. He also called me Pleninovich, because my father's real name is Pleninovich, which is what we Dusa people call it."
To be continued...