A Slight Sense of Envy, Piping Hot Torrid Flow
The situation on the scene was exceptionally clear.
Combining the location and directional information provided by the hunter Old Sang, along with judgments based on the battle traces left among the woods.
The location where everyone currently stood was precisely the spot where that nearly wiped-out adventurer squad had been attacked by the Banshee.
The faint traces left behind by the dragging of those five corpses, which Xia Nan perceived, also proved this point.
He guessed that the corpses of these adventurers should have been dragged back to their nest by a passing group of Goblins.
As for the Green-skinned Goblin corpses on the ground that currently bore obvious Banshee attack marks, although they had all thoroughly frozen into popsicles, after careful inspection, it was discovered that the time of death was basically within the past two days.
They had nothing to do with the adventurer squad that was attacked half a month ago.
To a certain extent, this also indicated that the Banshee Xia Nan and the others were tracking was nearby!
"Prepare for battle!"
Bard Uriah, acting as the temporary leader, shouted in a low voice.
The body, which was already slightly stiff due to the appearance of the Goblin corpse, had completely tensed up at this moment.
Even the Half-Orc Ganke, who had just been arguing with the other party, instinctively pushed forward to the front-row position he was supposed to stand in. As the muscles on his arms bulged and wriggled, he tightly gripped the heavy hammer in his hand.
To a certain extent, this was precisely the reason why, despite the vast majority of Half-Orcs being impulsive, hot-tempered, low in intelligence, clumsy, and stubborn, they still maintained an extremely high frequency of appearance in adventurer squads