Great Harvest

Abel rode his warhorse, with the other warhorse beside him loaded with superior fodder. Both horses moved at a fast pace. Along the way, Abel was not in the mood to admire the roadside scenery. Instead, he constantly and cautiously observed the movements around him, occasionally taking out a map from his bosom to carefully compare it with the terrain.

The first impression one gets from looking at the maps of this world is not to pay attention to the details. Yes, there are basically no details on the map, just a general route drawn out, with the nearby prominent geographical features marked on the side.

The map in Abel's hand was already a noble-exclusive map, the best map in this world. Below the map, there were long explanations. For example, if there was a symbol on the map, and the same symbol was found below the map, it would be an explanation of that symbol.

Like the river Abel was currently passing, there was a symbol for this river on the map. Below the map, next to the same symbol, it read: "The water is deep, cross with caution."

Abel looked up at the river in front of him, which was more like a stream than a river, and complained to the map, "What year is this map from! It should be changed to: 'The water is deep, be careful not to wet your shoes.'"

He looked at the map again. The map indicated a low mountain ahead. He looked up and could vaguely see that it was indeed a low mountain. Fortunately, the mountain hadn't disappeared. This time, the map was correct.

Abel amused himself with the map while surveying the surrounding environment. This was the farthest he had ever traveled alone, and he didn't want to lose his life to an accident.

"Whoosh." A sound of air disturbance came from the air. Abel looked up at the sky. A giant bird was descending from high above towards the small mountain ahead.

Abel's curiosity was instantly piqued. Such a large bird exceeded all his imagination. In this life or his previous one, he had never seen such a large bird. This bird was almost as large as a passenger jet from his previous life.

He urged his warhorse towards the low mountain. About ten minutes later, Abel reached the foot of the mountain. He left the two warhorses at the foot of the mountain, took his Hari Bow, slung the Ice Magic Greatsword over his back, and went up the mountain.

Warhorses were different from ordinary horses. They didn't need to be tied up in the wild. Warhorses were trained not to leave the place where their owner had left them. Ordinary carnivorous wild beasts could also be driven away by warhorses, and two warhorses together would be even safer.

The low mountain didn't look big, but once you were in it, you understood the meaning of "running a horse to death while looking at a mountain." Abel walked from the foot of the mountain to the summit, spending a considerable amount of time to reach the top.

At this moment, Abel heard "cooing" sounds and people talking in beast language. He was startled, it was orcs.

Abel observed the wind direction. Last time, he was discovered by a werewolf because of his scent. This time, encountering orcs again, he had gained experience. He found a downwind position, preventing his scent from reaching the orcs.

"When will it be able to fly again?" a voice in beast language asked loudly.

"It might take two days, sir." another humble voice replied.

"Two days? I have to stay in the human world for two more days? I feel uncomfortable even staying one more day. Hurry up and heal it." the scolding voice came.

"Yes, sir."

Abel cautiously poked his head out. Although he was in a downwind position, he still held his breath. Who knew if these two orcs had excellent hearing?

The first thing that caught Abel's eye was a giant bird. It was worth noting that there was a huge wound on one side of the bird's body. Of course, for a human, this wound was almost two people long, but for this bird, it was just an ordinary wound. Blood was constantly seeping from the wound, and a werewolf dressed in leather armor was carefully sprinkling some medicinal powder on the wound.

The werewolf beside him made Abel's eyes flash. This was definitely not an ordinary werewolf. This was the first time Abel had seen an orc wearing armor. This peculiar black armor, specially made for werewolves, did not have a shiny and smooth surface. This indicated that the material of this armor was not ordinary steel. The lack of a shiny and smooth surface meant that the armor's surface was not painted, and the black color was the natural color of the material. Abel had never seen such a pure black material before.

This werewolf seemed very anxious. While the other werewolf was treating the giant bird's wound, he kept urging him on.

"You treat the wound here, I'll go find something to eat." The werewolf in black armor said, turned around, and walked towards the other side of the mountain.

Abel glanced at the werewolf treating the giant bird's wound. It seemed that this giant bird would not be able to leave for a long time. Abandoning the idea of continuing to observe on the spot, he quietly followed the black-armored werewolf from a distance.

This black-armored werewolf was Fowler, who had escaped from Nai Valley. Along the way, the Sky-Scorching Sparrow's injuries had worsened without rest, and it could no longer fly. He had to find a hidden place to stop and wait for the Sky-Scorching Sparrow to recover.

Fowler had suffered heavy losses this time. His long-time guards and direwolves were all gone. However, for someone from the Woolf Family, as long as he could return to the family, all this would not matter.

Fowler stopped at the foot of the mountain and looked around. This action startled Abel, who thought he had been discovered and hid behind a large rock.

Abel had suffered a lot while tracking Fowler. Several times he wanted to draw his Hari Bow and shoot this werewolf dead, but Abel always had a feeling that the armor on the werewolf was difficult to break. As Abel's spiritual power increased, he became more and more confident in his feelings.

He slowly poked his head out and saw the werewolf beginning to take off his armor. After taking off the armor, it was easily folded into a rectangle. The werewolf pressed a few buttons on it, and the rectangle seemed to be fixed. The werewolf picked it up and carried it on his back.

Abel reloaded his Hari Bow, drew it, and silently chanted, "You brought this upon yourself, you can't blame me."

What happened next was something Abel never expected. He saw the werewolf take out a necklace from his chest and begin to chant a spell.

Abel had already encountered spells. With Abel's spiritual power, within this range, he memorized every word of the spell the werewolf chanted.

The spell was typical of orcs, with a large number of sentences praising the Beast God, interspersed with some strange pronunciations. Although it was somewhat strange, Abel felt a soul-stilling pressure appear in the sky when the spell was completed. Then, the necklace flashed with green light, which grew stronger and stronger, quickly enveloping the werewolf's entire body.

When the light dissipated, the werewolf that appeared in Abel's eyes had already transformed into a human body. The special hunched back of the werewolf was gone, his height had decreased, and the fur on his face and his protruding mouth had all turned into a human appearance.

"A treasure." Abel's eyes flashed red. He was moved. Such a treasure appeared before him, and it was in the hands of an orc. He could rightfully snatch it.

The Hari Bow was silently drawn to its full extent. Abel aimed at the werewolf's head, then thought about it and shifted his aim to the heart. This werewolf seemed to be no ordinary person. This head was a war trophy.

With a "thump," the arrow seemed to fly faster than the sound. The werewolf was shot in the heart with almost no reaction. The necklace flickered a few times, and the werewolf's appearance changed from human back to werewolf.

Abel walked forward, cautiously approaching the werewolf. After confirming that the werewolf was dead, he began to search its body.

The first item was the necklace. He carefully took it off the werewolf's neck. The necklace was round, made of unknown material. One side was carved with the Beast God, and the other side was carved with the human God of War.

The second item was the armor. Abel lifted the armor with his hand. It was really too light, probably only 5 pounds. This was almost weightless for a knight. He lightly stabbed the armor with a refined iron dagger, but the armor didn't even show a slight mark. He increased the force and stabbed again, still the same. After several attempts, Abel stabbed with almost full force, and finally gave up testing the armor's durability. To test it, he would need to find a knight who could use Battle Qi. As a Rookie Knight, he had no way to test it.

He secretly rejoiced, thankfully he had trusted his spiritual power and hadn't attacked the werewolf while it was wearing the armor. Fortunately, the werewolf had brought about its own demise by taking off the armor.

Fowler was truly wronged. He just wanted to go to a human village to get some food, and he didn't want to attract attention. If he went to steal food and was discovered, a large number of knights would come to investigate, which would be troublesome. Therefore, he used a family treasure to transform into a human and buy some food.

The armor he was wearing was werewolf-specific. To transform into a human, he had to take off the armor, which resulted in Abel taking great advantage.

Finally, Abel found a pile of items in the werewolf's embrace, including two Rune Cards, which was already a great surprise for Abel. There were also some jewels, and finally, a very familiar Orc Skill Card.