Everyone: ?

This formidable person feels somewhat different from what they imagined.

Not only the bloody and bizarre manner of his appearance but also his tone of speaking doesn't seem very serious.

"Uh... okay, I understand." Fao froze for a moment and then quickly lowered his head, as if he had understood something.

If Master Herbert doesn't want to say something, there must be a reason.

It's definitely due to some hidden reason that he can't reveal the truth to us!

And Herbert was very satisfied with his understanding, nodding his head and saying, "Alright, you can rest well here, and after you've rested, you can leave. There will be no danger on the way back."

"I have other things to do, so I won't stay here with you."

After saying this, Herbert didn't wait for them to respond. He smiled and nodded to the others, then turned directly, walking again through the mist.

Except for Fao, who bowed his head to bid farewell, the other four were confused, watching Herbert's light footsteps disappear.

?

From Herbert's eerie appearance to his carefree departure, it took no more than five minutes in total.

He really seemed to just pass by out of boredom, stopping by to greet Fao and criticize his recklessness.

After hesitating for quite a while, the nun's younger sister quietly asked, "Fao... who is that gentleman?"

Just who is this remarkable figure?

Fao looked up, puzzled at the others, frowning as he said, "You don't recognize him? How could you not know him?"

Do we really need to know him?

Is he that famous?

Just as the younger sister was about to ask again, Waro suddenly came to his senses, exclaiming in disbelief, "...Herbert? Wait, you said his name is Herbert!!?"

The Paladin, supported by others, proudly lifted his head and said with pride, "Yes, it's exactly the Herbert you're thinking of!"

"Is he very famous? Who exactly is he?"

While the younger sister was still confused, her older sister suddenly realized something, murmuring, "...Herbert Albert? Son of Silver Wing? The one who tamed the frenzied Giant Dragon?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

And at this moment, they also finally noticed the abnormal state of Zar, who was practicing silent meditation on the side—nodding desperately, trying to make a little sound to draw their attention.

He was the first to recognize Herbert's true identity, yet he couldn't speak out the truth, almost suffocated by the secret.

"Yes! It's him!"

Supported by the two, Fao struggled to stand upright, looking towards the direction Herbert left with gratitude, saying, "Last time, it was Master Herbert who saved me."

Although there is no concrete evidence to show that the retreat of the wolves was related to Herbert, he had a feeling in his heart that he had been saved by Herbert once again.

Thank you, Master Herbert!

The younger nun suddenly remembered Herbert's appearance, her eyes widening in shock.

"But, I remember his looks..."

So young, so delicate, he should just be a child who has just grown up!

But what exactly was that just now?

That terrifying sense of oppression, that suffocating murderous aura.

"How, how did he become like this?"

The others were also stunned upon hearing this question.

Yes indeed...

Why exactly?

What exactly happened to him?

...

And with Herbert re-entering the mist, he clapped his hands lightly.

Clap, clap.

The next moment, the previously unremarkable mist suddenly brightened.

Thousands of strange, green eyes shone in the mist, surrounding him and staring intently at the blood-colored boy in the center.

If someone else saw this scene, they might be scared out of their wits, but Herbert just smiled.

"Hehe..."

When Herbert's gaze swept over those eyes, he only saw the fear and fanaticism hidden within them.

"Good boy."

He looked at the high-tier ghost wolf that had just joined his crew—it had already had its throat bitten off by the other ghost wolves.

"What a pity, it didn't pass the first test."

He regretfully shook his head, then directly stepped over its corpse and continued forward.

Herbert originally didn't plan on killing it, but since it wasn't useful, there was no one to blame for not giving it a chance.

"Let's go, continue to find our lost kin and let them become one of us."

As if understanding his words, excited and fearful howls echoed from the mist.

"Awooo—"

Herbert continued doing one thing in the mist.

Finding small packs of the Mist Ghost Wolves, eliminating their leaders, becoming the leader, and integrating the remaining wolves into his own pack.

Of course, if the leader was willing to submit, he would also spare them.

And now, he had already subdued more than half the wolf packs on the outskirts of the Misty Mountains, with a pack of over a thousand wolves following behind him!

Yet he still didn't stop.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

He wouldn't stop until he had absorbed all the ghost wolf packs.

If possible...

Herbert wanted to become the new Wolf King of the Misty Mountains.

After all, who said only wolves could become the Wolf King?

Just like a Duck King isn't necessarily a real duck, the Dragon King isn't necessarily a real dragon.

"Awoo!"

"Awoo—oo—"

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"So this is the Misty Mountains..."

Yunier gazed at the mist-shrouded mountains ahead, squinting and shaking her head silently.

"I don't know why she insists on going there? Isn't it nice to play somewhere else? Seriously."

Joanna looked around, but couldn't find the person supposed to greet them, unable to sense any presence at all.

"Where are the people? Late?"

Just as she was puzzled, an illusory sound of horse hooves came from the mist, approaching closer and closer!

Clop, clop, clop...

Who dares gallop horses in the Misty Mountains?

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