A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew felt a sense of satisfaction.

The corpse of the Frostwinter Giant Wolf was indeed huge. One wolf was as big as a dozen people!

After finishing all of this.

Matthew looked ahead again.

Fortunately, the elves did not notice the commotion behind them.

Perhaps the battle between Camela and the wolf pack was too eye-catching, attracting all the Moonlight's attention.

They quickly moved to the side.

Occasionally, they would use arrows and spells to harass the alpha wolf.

The wolf pack's retreat and the sound of the flute in the forest made the alpha wolf upset.

It had thought that the strange priest in front of it was the biggest problem.

However, it soon noticed that the reason why the wolf pack was slower than usual in terms of battle organization was all because of the harassment of the bard behind them!

The other party's flute cut off the communication between the alpha wolf and the other giant wolves.

Sometimes.

His command was even twisted by the music into the opposite meaning!

This situation made the alpha angry and panicked.

After dodging Camela's lightning flail once again, the alpha could no longer hold back its temper. It jumped onto the branch of a big tree nearby and let out a piercing roar!

It was gathering all the Great Frostwinter Wolves nearby to gather around it!

However, this howl did not last long.

A white light lit up on Camela's body.

The bald, red-robed priest also opened her mouth.

"Get out of this forest!"

Her voice was extremely loud, directly suppressing the wolf's roar!

What was even more terrifying was…

Every syllable she uttered turned into a sound wave.

These sound waves targeted the Great Winter Wolves.

At that moment.

All the giant wolves revealed painful expressions!

Their ears began to bleed!

Seeing this.

All the giant wolves began to retreat.

Camela did not stop them.

She only raised the weapon in her hand high and continued to exert a deterrent force on the wolves that were retreating in a hurry.

Very quickly.

Most of the giant wolves had already retreated.

Only the alpha wolf was still standing on the huge branch.

It faced the crowd and actually spoke in human language,

"The God of Hunting will remember you!"

After saying this.

Only then did it turn around and leave in a hurry.

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[Hint: You have been marked by the leader of the Frostwinter Great Wolves!]

You have received the attention of the God of Hunting.

[The God of Hunting's Attention: The God of Hunting and the Hunter Clan living on the Cloud Highlands will view you as an enemy. When you approach their territory, you may be attacked by the Hunter Clan and the Frostwinter Wolf Clan regardless of the cost.]

Your Knowledge (God) has received new information!

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Hunter clan.

This was a very ancient humanoid race.

They lived in the perilous Cloud Plateau, fighting against all kinds of terrifying monsters on the plateau day and night.

The creed of the Hunter Clan was " Life lies in hunting ".

For this reason, regardless of gender, age, or age, everyone in this tribe was on the road to hunt stronger monsters.

This was a crazy race that would change ordinary people's expressions.

And behind this fanaticism for hunting was the God of Hunting's unceasing protection of his people since ancient times.

Yes.

It never stopped.

Even after the ascension of the Heavenly Palace.

In order to be able to respond to the sacrifices and prayers of the Hunter Clan in time, the God of Hunting was the only one among the gods of the Heavenly Palace who took the initiative to lower his divinity!

He decisively reduced himself to a demigod and escaped the blockade of the calamity mage.

This boldness was indeed extraordinary.

It was also because of this that the God of Hunting was one of the few gods in the Heavenly Palace who had a wide range of believers in the prime material plane.

He could respond to the prayers of the hunter clan in time.

This was much stronger than the other gods.

Although the Hunting God, who had been reduced to a demigod, didn't dare to be too presumptuous under the suppression of the Seven Saint Alliance, the activities of the Hunter Clan never stopped.

This was also related to the fact that they had been hunting in a remote place.

In this context.

The Hunter Clan had a series of impressive characteristics:

They were strong and tenacious, cruel and aggressive.

They were extremely xenophobic, so xenophobic that they might kill anyone who was not from their own clan.

In fact.

Other than the Great Frostwinter Wolf and his own people.

The Hunter Clan viewed all life in the world as prey.

The only difference was the strength of the prey.

In recent years.

The Hunter Clan's range of activity was getting closer and closer to the civilized settlements of humans and elves.

This was because a part of it was connected to the Cloud Highlands.

The Court of Fallen Leaves had become a highly populated area for hunter-clans.

They had already treated this territory as their hunting ground.

Anyone who intruded would become their prey, be it elves, humans, or other races!

"Hu…"

Matthew blinked and quickly freed himself from the knowledge that flashed through his mind.

He saw that Camela had returned to her normal form.

The three elves from Moonlight were following behind her as they walked towards the two of them.

"Master Camela, it's all thanks to you!

"After I complete this report, I will definitely visit to thank you!"

The leader of the Moonlight Tribe, who was riding a white tiger, thanked her profusely.

She had a beautiful face, but she looked a little haggard because she was out and about all year round.

Camela waved her hand.

"It's nothing, Captain Molly."