In this process, the originally weak aura of the Wolf King rapidly elevated and showed a faint trend of continuing to surge upward.

For the Ghost Wolf King, these companions were not just subordinates but also their power sources, medical supplies, and experience bags!

The situation was getting worse.

Realizing this, Sofia certainly could not allow the Wolf King to continue devouring and growing stronger.

"Die for me!"

She initiated the attack first, charging at the Wolf King like a gust of wind, her spear fiercely stabbing toward its eye.

The Wolf King was prepared for this, dropping its tribe members at the moment Sofia attacked, roaring angrily, swinging its giant claw at her spear, while attempting to bite her horse body with its mouth.

Sofia skillfully dodged, using her speed advantage to quickly reposition and once again raised her spear to stab at the side of the Wolf King.

Clang——

The spear and claw collided, producing an ear-piercing sound.

Amidst their clash, Sofia murmured, "No matter who is behind you, no matter what their intentions."

"I will make you pay a price!"

As the Centaur Heroic Spirit made this declaration, the remaining pack of wolves finally came to their senses.

"Awwoooo!!!"

They howled, recklessly pouncing toward Sofia.

Using sharp teeth to bite, sharp claws to scratch, trying to block her with their bodies.

They cared not for their lives, as long as they could make her pause for even a moment, it was already a victory.

In the unknown depths of the fog, the frenzied battle continued to rage on.

No one chose to flee, nor was there a way to escape.

From the very start, this battle was destined to have only one victor.

Either life, or death.

No other choice existed!

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Herbert wandered around the misty mountains with Fremay in his arms.

It's not that he was deliberately taking a detour, he wasn't a taxi driver; he wouldn't charge extra for covering more distance.

Nor was he lost; with protection in place, he wouldn't lose his way.

But it was that damned Holy Grail that kept moving around!

One moment it was 10 kilometers to the east, then jumped 50 kilometers to the south.

What was going on?

Teleportation ability?

But from Herbert's last impression, the lake's movement was very slow...

"Could it be the underground water veins?"

Entering from one water vein, then quickly swimming to another and going out?

And it ran so fast, had it noticed my presence?

It shouldn't be.

To avoid alerting it, Herbert had Fremay use magic to hide his presence.

If it wasn't avoiding me... then what was it avoiding?

The cause of the forest's unrest?

And just when Herbert had been diligently following for a long time, that "Holy Grail" finally settled down, stopping in one place.

Coincidentally, it was exactly the same spot where Herbert last encountered it.

"...Tch, is this thing deliberately provoking me?"

Didn't I just waste my entire trip!?

Although there were many things he wanted to complain about, Herbert finally suppressed his feelings and quietly took Fremay to where the Holy Grail was.

They passed through the fog and looked toward the lake, intending to observe the situation first.

Then the two of them were stunned.

"What is... the situation?"

"A crime scene?"

By the lake, Herbert and Fremay witnessed a shocking massacre!

The hillsides were covered with the corpses of Ghost Wolves, various severed limbs and stumps floated on the water, and filthy blood stained the originally clear lake water a deep red.

This appalling scene silently recounted what had transpired before.

"Hmm? Is that... someone dumped a body?"

And in the center of the lake, a wounded female Centaur floated unconscious, her face twisted in pain.

Her battle armor was shattered, with only a few scraps of clothing covering vital areas.

Her body was marred with large and small ghastly wounds, as if having been gnawed by hundreds of wild beasts.

What intrigued them most was what she clutched tightly in her hand.

A gigantic wolf head torn directly from its body.

"That... must be a Mist Ghost Wolf, right? Could it originally grow this big?"

As a self-proclaimed expert in Mist Ghost Wolf studies, Herbert had in-depth knowledge of the Ghost Wolf's various strength phases' sizes.

The size of this one, its head alone was at least several times that of an ordinary Ghost Wolf, even a High-Tier Ghost Wolf couldn't reach this.

Then... a Legendary Ghost Wolf?

What strength does this Centaur possess?

Truly formidable!

To be able to not only kill so many Ghost Wolves in such a circumstance but also perish together with a Legendary Ghost Wolf...

["Hmm?"]

Nenasha's voice interrupted Herbert's thoughts, teasing: ["What are you thinking? She's not dead, you know."]

"Hmm?"

Startled by her words, Herbert examined closely, shaking his head, he said: "Don't try to fool me, she's out of breath!"

I'm not well-read, don't try to deceive me!

To prove his point, he furrowed his brows, stared intently at the Centaur's chest, hoping to see it rise and fall.

Then... his eyes were covered.

???

Why is there no light in my world?

Then, Herbert heard Fremay's voice, laughingly asking without real humor, "Why were you staring there?"

Herbert: ?

"Ahem, stop it, I was just checking if she was still alive... Really, can you let me go?"

"Hmph!"

And just as the two were teasing each other, they simultaneously paused.

Because, at that very moment... the aura of the entire lake changed.

"Retreat!"

A crimson tentacle suddenly shot out from the lake, lunging toward the spot where they had just been!

Boom!!!

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