Carrying 600 Armored Rhino Hearts in my bag, I eventually walked out of the small but incredibly thorny needle-leaved forest and arrived at a mountain path. As expected, Jon the Windchaser, the beautiful assassin, and two NPC swordsmen were guarding the place, too afraid to leave. Their reaction said everything that needed to be said about Lord Arthas’s tyranny—or perhaps their loyalty to Princess Karinshan.

I walked up to them and dropped all the Armored Rhino Hearts I gathered on the ground. Then, I asked, "Here’s everything I gathered thus far. How many do you need?"

Jon the Windchaser stared at me in shocked disbelief while trembling. "Young warrior, did you kill all these Armored Rhinos yourself?"

I nodded. "Is there a problem?"

"N-no…" The Windchaser collected the Armored Rhino Hearts while muttering to himself, "What a powerful adventurer, I almost couldn’t believe he had taken out all these Armored Rhinos single-handedly…"

The beautiful assassin nodded before sneaking a glance at me. Then, she whispered, "You’re right, Grandfather Jon. He’s definitely stronger than those ignorant and incompetent nobles in the capital. Silver Moon Alliance...