“Hoo, hoo…”

His breathing was ragged and sharp pain ambushed him every time he moved his leg, but Raven never stopped moving. He used one of his swords as a walking stick.

The situation could not have been any worse.

The Great Forest truly lived up to its reputation.

A swarm of mosquitoes and flying insects were constantly intruding on the nerves. The smell of quizzical soil pierced the nose, and the canopy formed by the sky-high broadleaf trees were so dense, that one could not simply identify their location.

At the least, Raven was able to follow the path created by the trolls and the lizardmen on their way to the river. Moreover, it was fortunate that his location was well-hidden by the cluttered forest.

Walking nonstop doubled the pain he felt, but Raven did not stop.

The flock of crocodiles would buy time, but he could not rest easily.

The lizardmen were one of the most dangerous hunters of the Great Forest. They excelled in finding and chasing traces of game in the jungle.

In particular, they could detect even the finest temperature differences at night to pursue creatures. Raven had to widen the distance between them as much as possible before...