The knight's reaction could not be called slow. The moment he confirmed that what had charged out really was human, he swiftly retreated.
At the same time, the bodies wrapped in the fungal mat lunged out on their own, roaring as they chased after the group.
Arrows whistled through the air. Dozens of shafts pierced the monsters' bodies and heads. Behind Sawyer, the knights did not lower their raised longbows, but turned and began keeping watch on their surroundings.
"Carlisle?"
Sawyer laid his sword across Carlisle's neck, forcing him to stop, and at the same time tossed over a crystal wrapped in Ghostwood Mycelium. His tone allowed no argument. "Crush it."
The crystal was not fragile, but Carlisle was, after all, a scout captain with a knight's combat strength. The instant it shattered, he looked at the Ghostwood Mycelium in his palm.
It did not move.
Sawyer withdrew his weapon and frowned at Carlisle.
"Why do you look like you've lost too much blood? What exactly happened?"
Carlisle took the waterskin Sawyer handed him and gulped from it. Watching the knights burn the fungal mat with flames, he also let out a breath of relief.
"That's a long story. At the time, we were searching for the mouth of the Frozen River in The Mists, and then we ran into Night Elves. We never expected this ship to suddenly appear then—"
Back aboard the Parrot, Carlisle, who had survived a disaster, looked with some grief at the Undead ship now burning.
"Back then, because I learned more Eagle Vision, Stealth, and footwork, I received Lord Ryan's Scout's Gift and became captain of the scouts. I followed Lord Griff over mountains and ridges as if walking on level ground."
"Lord Griff taught us how to make ourselves go unnoticed in any