- The next morning, we decided to head down the entrance route as planned.
Introduced by Fraxinus, the directional guide was a demonic tribe of beastmen with physical characteristics like wolves.
He has a hunter-style appearance in a leather jacket and carries a bow that he doesn't seem to be able to pull without considerable force.
With the exception of demonic appearances such as the wolf's own face and hands with fur and nails, it is a look that makes a very different impression from the human beings on earth.
"Are you Luke Whitewolf? I was wondering what kind of person you are because you call yourself a white wolf, but it's a little different than I expected."
"Even a man as resilient as Travis imagined?
"No, he's got gray hair, he's got a white beard, he's got hair."
When the guide's demon clan said so in a joking manner, he offered bare hands like fitted fur gloves and asked for a handshake.
It's suspicious if there's a handshake custom for a kind of demon like him, but I'm sure he's giving me greetings to suit the habits on the human side.
"Call me Gray about me. My real name is our tribe's word for 'gray', but it's gonna be hard to remember, so I don't care if it's in a language on earth."
"Okay, nice to meet you."
After I finish greeting you for now, I decide to just go to the field.
As an appointment, it's a day-long expedition that leaves in the morning and returns at night.
There is an excellent road guide named Hunter with a Land Survey and this is it, so if I wanted to go alone with people on the ground, I must also have been suspicious as to whether I could find a suitable and safe route.
"Where you guys want to go, it's near the hunting grounds we've been using a lot. That's a big lake already, lots of land monsters and monsters in the water, it's a pretty good hunting ground..."
Gray kept constantly chatting to rap as he walked ahead on the lush unexplored land, but suddenly distorted his eyes in a mouthful that seemed hard to hear.
"... is what you're saying true? If Lady Fraxinus says so, I'm sure there's no mistake..."
"What you're saying...... and you say?
"I'm talking about the path to the third tier being in that lake. I've been on my feet around there since I was a kid, but I've never heard anything like that. My grandfather was leaning on his neck."
Apparently, the information Gandalf the Demon King gave us was not a well-known fact for the Demons of the second tier.
"That's well, because Dark Elves, who have been alive for a long time, is the source. Wouldn't it be strange to know that it hasn't been conveyed to modern times?
"Uh, an elf? I don't know if it's 100 times their life expectancy or anything like that. You're a fleshy creature, but you're crazy to live with a tree like Fraxinus."
Gray didn't hesitate to say that and laughed because he didn't think there was an elf here.
In fact, as a member of the White Wolf Knights, the Northern Elf Hilds were also in the line, but the Hilds at the time did not try to disprove it in particular simply by laughing bitterly behind them.
We did that for a while and the soothing atmosphere continued, but Gray accidentally stopped looking at us and gestured to keep us from making any noise.
Then he squeals his nose as he strips his fangs, moves his ears nervously, dives into his voice and issues a warning.
"Swamp oak. He's a pain in the ass."
"It would have been a strong demon if the regenerative power had done it."
"Oh, no matter how many arrows you hit, you're not going to get fatally injured"
I silently controlled Garnett's attempts to lay his hands on the sword.
Just slashing and tearing is a muddy trick that only takes a meaningless amount of time.
Using the power of Warcraft Scoll would be easy to defeat, but you can't unleash that scorching mass in a forest like this.
"Slash your neck in a flash and you'll die."
"To die, they die, but their blood is fierce. I don't want to hang out in the hunting grounds where the others go either. Is there a wizard in you? How much better that way than challenging it by physical means..."
"Leave this place to me."
Travis proceeded, in large part, forward and fitted the misrill-coated gauntlet into his right arm.
"Wait, you're bare-handed and motivated!?
To Gray, who panicked, Travis laughed.
"Swamp oak and I have encountered it many times in our previous explorations. I've tried so many things every time, but apparently the simplest means are the best."
There is no particular way to erase the signs, and Travis approaches Swamp Oak directly from the front.
I look anxious. I put my hand on Leila's shoulder and whispered to her not to worry.
He's definitely a winnable opponent.
Because of this, you should be in the mood enough to burn your activity into your eyes.
Swamp oak noticed Travis approaching, shaking a stick that just held the broken fine wood intact.
Physical difference so small that the large Travis looks smaller - would there be a 30% increase even if I just looked at the back length?
The stick is waved down at the mercy of the force.
But Mithril's hand prevents it easily and folds it apart in reverse.
Travis dived into his nostalgia with a tremendous speed step as Swamp Oak pounced through a moment of agitation.
"Huh!"
Uppercut of divine speed knocked in from directly under the jaw.
Swamp oak giants dance gently through the universe, flipping without force in the air and falling out of their heads.
Travis just turned around to that landing spot and slammed a kick straight into the head on the verge of a crash.
Swamp oak that raises the water splash and falls.
There was no bragging regenerative power, no technique to turn the brain directly into a powerful blow, and he was completely unconscious without leaking a drop of blood.
Travis, who finished the job in just a few seconds, didn't even sweat on his forehead and smiled as he showed his white teeth toward this one.