Chapter: 437

The helminth snapped its jaw twice, it seemed to be like its greeting.

“Did you do this?” Jay pointed at the bones.

*snap snap*

“Good job, aren’t you a good little parasite?” he smiled, praising the undead creature.

*snap snap*

It then happily dived back underground.

Using his necrotic sense, Jay felt it slithering away under the ground, heading back to collect more bones.

Looking around, Jay guessed there were about 20 corpses of the wolves.

It was hard to tell how many wolves were slain, as there were no skulls. They were simply too big for the little parasitic helminth to store inside itself, but the individual bones were fair game.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Jay slyly smiled, scooping all the bones into his ring with a single wave of his gauntlet.

– – –

~Eevulen City~

A small crowd began to gather at the central square of the city. Looks of fear, excitement and hope were across the faces of the people that had gathered.

None of them knew why such a large force of mage hunters was here, and it meant that both danger was coming while safety had arrived.

“What the hell are the mage hunters doing here?” a hide merchant whispered to Bertram.

“Hmmh..” Bertram gave nothing but a grunt, deciding not to say anything. He knew better than to trust an authority which promised safety in exchange for power – though he still had to keep up appearances.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, he took out tiny black signs and put them in front of the various stalls he owned.

[50% off to our valiant heroes]

“Hopefully they don’t see my signs” he thought as he strategically placed them around, nearly out of view – just not enough to raise suspicion.

To Bertrams delight, it seemed that the mage hunters were just passing through as none of them went to any inns or set up any shelters. They were simply resting here for a moment before moving on.

A sub-commander of the mage hunters was looking over a detailed map of the region.

“We’re getting closer to the wilds. Only a few more noteworthy villages left.” he looked over the map while another sub-commander watched.

“Send a platoon to Tolgard, then send one squad to Losla.”

The other commander nodded, accepting his orders with a salute before marching off to find one of his platoon leaders – lieutenant Marsh.

After spending a few hours resting, the mage hunters were already on the march again.