Avery spun around and swung her greatsword, sending both the slave trader and his sword flying.
“Human slave traders, you all deserve to die!” Avery’s orange eyes grew even colder as she gripped the greatsword with both hands.
With a cold shout, Avery’s speed increased by ten percent. Her sword moved so fast it only a blur was visible, and the 6 slave traders around her were all slain- some were cut in half, and others were beheaded.
“Damn monster, she’s a monster…” The slave traders were terrified. In such a short time, the female beastkin who had suddenly appeared had killed more than half of them.
“Damn it… you, you…” The slave trader leader, seeing the triangular, upright ears on Avery’s head and her deep gray wolf tail, narrowed his eyes, and shouted in horror, “You- you’re a wolf race beastkin!”
“What? Leader, are you serious?” The slave traders exclaimed in shock. “How could there still be wolf race beastkins? Aren’t they all…”
They all supposed to be dead? Damned humans! If it weren’t for you, Princess wouldn’t be lost! Humans had powerful knights, sophisticated weapons, and plenty of food, which allowed them to fight the Beastkin Kingdom.
But now that the Beastkin Kingdom had collapsed, the once-powerful beastkin knights have also fallen apart- some were dead, and some had fled. Yet, in terms of individual combat ability, beastkins knights were still widely recognized to be superior.
Avery was a royal knight of the Brutus Beastkin Kingdom, serving the youngest princess of the Brutus Kingdom as her trusted aide.
How did she lose the princess? Just thinking about it made Avery grit her teeth. It’s all because of the damned slave traders! In the end, she killed all the slave traders, but she couldn’t find the princess anywhere. She had also suffered serious injuries, and once she recovered, she wandered around the Western Lands and the outer area of the Forbidden Mountain Range, searching for the princess.
If she heard that a noble had purchased a beastkin with even a slight resemblance to the princess, she would seek out the noble who bought her. She had killed no fewer than 30 nobles.
Today was another day of searching for the princess in the Forbidden Mountain Range. Winter was approaching, so she was extra anxious.
A day ago, Avery encountered a group of migrating beastkins. They were attacked by slave traders, and half of them died. Avery joined the battle and, all the slave traders died. She was again disappointed to not find the princess among them. She refused the beastkins’ invitation to head south and even killed a few old beastkins who spouted righteous words.
She was Avery, not someone a few mere beastkins could command. Except for the princess, no one could order her around.
Finally, Avery learned that in the tribe the orcs had left behind, some beastkin children were abandoned. So, holding onto the hope that the princess might be in that tribe, Avery rushed there overnight.
But she found more loathsome human slave traders. After observing, she decided that these 30 slave traders could be killed and charged at them with her greatsword…
Avery beheaded another slave trader, then glanced around. The slave trades were all dead. The slave trader leader had an arrow embedded in his forehead, with the arrowhead sticking out of the back of his head.
Avery’s orange eyes narrowed slightly. The force and accuracy of the arrow meant she wouldn’t fare well against it and might even die.
Mina shook her arm. Specializing in short blades, she found the power of the compound bow impressive, as even with her skills, she took down over 10 slave traders with it, each dying to one arrow. As expected of a divine weapon!
“Weya, come out! The slave traders are all dead!” Mina carefully put away her compound bow and took her military knives. She was going to go into the tribe.
“Okay!” Weya cautiously peeked out from behind a rock, only to see the flat ground of the tribe turned into a hellish scene. Severed limbs and heads, intestines spilling out… Weya’s face turned pale. The bloody scene terrified her. She was used to severed arms and legs, but severed heads and intestines were overwhelming.
“Why don’t you take a break here? I’ll go in first.” Mina patted Weya’s back, seeing Weya’s rabbit ears drooping in fear.
“No, I want to go together!” Weya fought against her dizziness, avoiding looking at the gruesome scene, and staggered into the tribe.
Mina led the way, keeping a close watch on the wolf race beastkin. Mina was confident in close-range combat and thought she had at least a 50% chance of winning.
“Grandma Mary, are you here?” Weya called out loudly as she entered the tribe, “It’s Weya. Where are you?”
Inside a room, Mary’s murky eyes brightened slightly at the sound of the call. Did the tribe leaders come back and rescued Weya?
In fact, the reason that the tribe had dispersed was because everyone knew that the tribe leaders had gone to rescue Weya and hadn’t returned for days. They all assumed they had been captured by the slavers.
“It’s big sis Weya’s voice!”
“Big sis Weya’s back! She came back to save us!”
“Big sis Weya, we’re here, we’re here!”
A group of small beastkins, with their cute, childish voices, instantly drew the attention of the three outside.
The door was pushed open, and Weya was the first to rush in. Seeing Mary and the group of beastkin children, she burst into tears.
“Everyone, you’re all here…” Weya wiped her tears and smiled happily, “I’m back!”
“Well done, child!” Mary’s eyes were also filled with tears.
“…” Avery’s anxious eyes scanned around. No. No sign of the princess again. Another wasted effort? Avery thought briefly. She watched Weya being surrounded by the small beastkins, happily calling out. Perhaps it wasn’t a waste. However, she still had to redeem herself. Avery turned away silently and walked out. She had to move on to the next tribe.
“Hey! Thanks!” Mina threw over a bag of dried fish. “Catch, some good food!”
Avery didn’t turn back. She reached out and grabbed the fish, stepping into the jungle…
She didn’t exchange a word with them, leaving behind her cold and mysterious silhouette.