How to Live as a Wandering Knight – Chapter 85.2

Although the infiltrated knight discovered nothing, the group decided to move quickly.

It was wise to hurry, knowing that others were also targeting the same werewolf. They could get ahead by gathering information elsewhere.

Fortunately, as day broke, the hunters arrived in the town.

━𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐚, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

━𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞!

Achladda was overjoyed, maintaining a dignified presence in front of Johan and the other warriors.

There was concern about calling Johan and then finding the werewolves late, which could lead to losing the prey, not being able to proudly mention the Alchio tribe.

The group packed lightly and traveled over the plains for more than two days to the location discovered by the hunters.

During the journey, Achladda sent one person at a time to different locations.

“What are you sending them for?”

“I asked them to call warriors from known tribes to be nearby.”

“Didn’t you say the knight dastards couldn’t be found?”

Achladda, who had rushed after hearing the news, boasted confidently. He said that by the time the slow-moving knight dastards arrived, the hunt would already be over.

But now calling tribal warriors nearby was unexpected.

“. . .Doesn’t the Empire proverb say to tap even a stone bridge before crossing it?”

Johan smiled wryly and nodded. It was a better habit to be prepared rather than overconfident.

There were many nameless forests in the plains. Such forests were excellent havens for monsters.

Even Centaur hunters rarely ventured into these forests, especially in seasons like winter.

However, those gathered here today had already made such a commitment. A warrior outstanding in the plains was as good as an exceptional hunter.

Setting up camp a little away from the forest entrance, the group waited for dawn.

“The werewolves roam at night and return to their dens in the morning. So, when it’s day, we’ll enter the forest and attack their lair.”

Most had experienced werewolf hunting, so the discussion was quick. The warriors checked their weapons and bows.

“What if they come out and attack first?”

“Werewolves are cunning and cautious, they don’t hunt near their dens. They won’t rush out just because we’re at the forest’s edge.”

“It would be better if they did attack!”

The warriors exclaimed heartily. Unless surprised, the werewolves charging from a distance were their prey. Even the strongest werewolves fell quickly after a few hits from poisoned arrows.

Johan felt reassured seeing the seasoned hunters among the gathered warriors.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.’

Warriors prepared for any situation were reliable companions. Johan decided to rest well in preparation for the werewolf hunt.

And that night, werewolves charged out of the forest frenziedly.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸      

“Werewolf! Werewolf!”

The warrior on watch woke up everyone, and those in the camp immediately rose, grabbing their weapons and armor.

“How many?”

“I. . . I don’t know!”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Is it one? Two?”

“Do. . . Dozens. . .!”

“???”

The awakened warriors widened their eyes and peered into the dim darkness. The ground thundered, and dozens of werewolves were seen running back and forth in the distance.

“Everyone, mount up! Grab your weapons!”

“What’s happening?”

Usually calm, Achladda too was puzzled and couldn’t answer immediately.

Why are so many werewolves madly running out of the forest like that, what on earth is happening?

“Have you never seen anything like this before?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Someone must have come before us.”

“?”

“Otherwise, something like this wouldn’t have happened. The ones who came first must have done something.”

“. . .!”

Achladda realized what Johan meant. It was strange for such an event to occur while others were also hunting werewolves. It was too much of a coincidence.

“But how?”

“I don’t know. But Achladda, whatever has happened, does it really change what you and I need to do? Give your orders!”

Johan’s composure was contagious. Achladda nodded and shouted.

“Move! Carefully lead the horses while watching the movements of the werewolves!”

“Should we put out the fire?”

“The ones who needed to see us already have. Throw torches around! It’s better to increase the fire.”

The horses, sensing nearby werewolves, whinnied nervously. Johan comforted them, thinking to himself.

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.’

Just like during troll hunts, horses are often inappropriate for monster hunting because they are surprisingly skittish.

𝐀𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨! 𝐀𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨! 𝐀𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨!

The howling of the werewolves grew louder, tearing through the ears. Those that ran out of the forest howled fiercely.

“The situation is definitely strange. They’re not looking for prey, they seem to have just exploded in ferocity.”

“Achladda! Some of them are heading this way!”

Even if they couldn’t smartly hunt using sight or smell, once they started rampaging, they would eventually see their prey. A few approached rapidly.

But the warriors, already mounted and ready to fight, were not intimidated.

“Retreat while shooting!”

The warriors rode backwards, turning their bodies to shower the werewolves with arrows. Despite the darkness, their arrows hit with astonishing accuracy.

However, the werewolves’ response was surprising. They swatted away arrows with their claws and rolled to dodge them, performing feats unbelievable in their frenzied state.

But the warriors were a step ahead. They coordinated their shots. The arrows, aiming for openings and flying in succession, pierced through the werewolves’ hides and muscles.

-■■■!

A cursed scream was heard. A werewolf fell to its knees, unable to pursue any longer.

“It’s better to retreat and wait until daybreak!”

“Let’s retreat, Achladda!”

“Understood. Back. . .”

“Wait! Someone’s coming!”

The warriors quickly readied their arrows, aiming at the sound of a horse approaching through the darkness.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!”

“What, isn’t that the knight dastard? Did he trail us?”

“He couldn’t have trailed us in such complexity, just shoot him!”

Johan restrained the warriors, shouting.

“Give us a reason not to kill you!”

“I will tell you where Sir Boriska is!”

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