Chapter 110: Peace Talks? (1/2)

Having tangled with these eight wolves for so long, the fact that they were able to toy with me up till now was without a doubt, an embarrassment. It goes without saying that I was lacking in certain areas, namely strength. Other than my speed, it could be said that my other attributes were definitely stronger than a one-star but barely comparable to a two-star.

If I could use my bone walls to create a more favorable terrain or my instant cast bone spears, these wolves would not have been such a problem. In fact, if I just had enough time to cast my flame whip, I wouldn’t have been in such a disadvantageous position. Unfortunately, the need for secrecy took precedence over everything.

If my red skin was to get exposed by a stray bite, the consequences would be dire. And so I had no choice but to focus primarily on defense. All it took was for one wolf to bite off my hood and my secret would be revealed. Thus, this wolf encirclement was particularly troublesome for me; it wasn’t that I had gotten weaker but rather I was unable to fight with my full capabilities.

Furthermore, the situation on the other side concerned me as well. Regine and Ancarin were only two-star and one-star respectively. Facing off against a three-star warrior was already asking much of them, let alone expecting them to win. With all these issues distracting me, concentrating on the fight was difficult in of itself.

Thankfully, Ancarin had a treasure trove of magical tools aiding her, most notably those magical scrolls. The Third Chief knew of the power of these scrolls and thus couldn’t decide on whether to retreat or continue attacking.

At the moment Regine launched a sneak attack on him, I managed to kill the second wolf.

Having been reassured by the presence of those scrolls, Regine abandoned the fight with the bandit and instead came to help me. As a thief, she naturally had long range attacks of her own and thus didn’t need to stand too close to the wolves. All she had to do was find the opportune moment to toss a couple of throwing daggers.

With her superior speed and throwing daggers, she had a much easier time handling these wolves compared to me. The combination of my blade and her daggers ended up killing most of the remaining wolves.

In the meantime, George and the other hunters had managed to defeat the minions that the Third Chief had brought along with him. That’s right, defeat not kill.

Logically speaking, George should’ve been the one to face off against the three-star Third Chief right from the get go as they were the only three-stars present. Only should he falter would this responsibility fall onto us outsiders.

Yet when George saw that I saved his little brother Dioh, he no longer paid any attention to the Third Chief but instead chose to fight the minions. While I could understand his reasoning, it still pissed me off nonetheless.

If, during the process of fighting against the Third Chief we were to get killed or captured, there would no longer be a reason for the two parties to fight. While some minions might get sacrificed in the process, these minions were called small fries for a reason. With that in mind, it seems like the relationship between George and the Wolf’s Fang Bandit Troupe wasn’t as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Of course, it could just be me overthinking things.

Choosing to fight the minions instead could just as likely had been motivated by the desire to minimize the casualties on the side of the hunters. However, I had to admit that this fellow was truly ruthless. With every swing of his blade, a bandit would fall to the ground dead or crippled. Under such circumstances, it didn’t take long before the bandits began to feel the pressure of their losses.

With his minions defeated and George free to join in the fight, not to mention the other side still had magical scrolls on hand…the chief was basically stuck between a rock and a hard place.

And so the Third Chief wisely chose to back out of the fight. Yet, this didn’t mean that the matter was over either. As the man retreated, he shouted: “George, you win this time but this won’t be the last you hear of me. One day I’ll make you pay for everything you’ve done!”

Having said that, he picked up the long blade he dropped and signalled for the surviving bandits to gather up. With a long sharp whistle, he commanded the wolves to stop after which he slowly walked past George and began gathering the survivors.

With this battle over, George who was against this fight in the first place, finally breathed a sigh of relief and began marshalling the hunters. The uninjured hunters were tasked with escorting the injured ones back to the village first while he took care of one last piece of business.

Without stopping to check the casualties, George immediately stepped forth and rebuked the bandit, knowing full well that if he were to show any signs of weakness now, the bandits would only get emboldened: “You shouldn’t have attacked my little brother.”

“Let’s get things straight here, he was the one who attacked me first!” Hearing this, the Third Chief immediately flared up once more. “You should rein in that mangy brat instead and teach him the dangers of being impetuous!”

“Who’re you calling a mangy brat!”

Being a hot-headed youth, Dioh naturally wasn’t willing to let that comment slide.

“Naturally, whoever it is that answered of course.” The Third Chief said with a taunting laugh as he threw the boy a contemptuous look.

“You…”

“Dioh!” Seeing the kid try to rush towards his death once more, George immediately grabbed hold of his little brother and prevented him from running off.

“Big Bro, let me go!”

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However, no matter how much he struggled, George refused to let go. After struggling for awhile, he finally realized the futility of his actions and quietened down. Thinking that the kid had finally calmed down, George released his grip on Dioh and turned his attention back to the departing bandit chief.

Not even giving the moaning bandits on the ground a second look, the Third Chief turned his gaze onto me and said with a sinister grin on his lips, “Lass, I’ve set my eyes on you now. There’s no way you’ll escape from the palm of my hands!”