Ogre!

The Demon Hunter Black Wolf pricked up his ears, bent down, and pressed himself against the ground, carefully listening to all the sounds among the trees and grass.

The Demon Hunter's first trial, the Dandelion Trial, not only strengthened their bodies but also granted them extraordinary perception, though this perception was only effective against magical creatures.

To ordinary people, they merely had sharper hearing.

When it came to dealing with monsters, the Demon Hunter profession was the strongest.

Every profession had its own area of expertise, just as society was composed of all kinds of people, not just one type.

The Knight profession was indeed the mainstream on this continent.

However, when it came to hunting monsters, the Knight profession was far inferior to the Demon Hunter profession.

"There are sounds, that's right, these sounds are definitely from a behemoth. It could be a Troll, or it could be an Ogre."

"They... are..."

Everyone listened intently.

Yveta looked curiously at the Demon Hunter Black Wolf, wondering where the monster would be.

The Demon Hunter Black Wolf had a strange expression and turned to look at everyone. "They are right beneath our feet."

"There should be a natural cavern beneath this land."

"Follow me."

The group followed Black Wolf into the depths of the forest. After walking about a hundred meters, they found a deep cave entrance ahead, about half the width of a carriage.

Black Wolf said, "It's right here. The place where your younger sister disappeared is less than a hundred meters from this Ogre cave. Now it seems very likely that they captured your younger sister."

"But Ogres shouldn't have the ability to make an entire manor lose specific memories."

The Old Witch sneered. "His father was a formal Knight. It's difficult even for an official witch to erase a formal Knight's memories, let alone make an entire manor's worth of people forget. That's pure fantasy."

"This is impossible."

"To make an entire manor's worth of people forget, it would require extremely powerful devilish power. Ogres and Trolls don't have such strength."

"I don't have such an ability either."

Yveta fell into thought.

Since the Old Witch didn't have such an ability, the Ogres shouldn't have it either.

Then what exactly happened to put Branton in such a bizarre situation?

"Never mind all that. As long as I rescue my younger sister, won't everyone remember her!" Branton was very agitated. "It was so close all along."

"I've been wandering around here all day and didn't know a thing."

His face contorted, his eyes turned blood red, and he drew the sword from his back. "I'm going to kill all the Ogres in this cavern."

With that, he actually jumped directly into the pitch-black cavern, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

Yveta was stunned. The others were even more taken aback by the Baron's son's reckless action.

Yveta: "This guy is a bit impulsive. Black Wolf, what do you think we should do? You're the expert when it comes to dealing with monsters."

Black Wolf nodded. "Whether it's Ogres or Trolls below, these creatures are magical creature races that don't set traps."

"And their living environment needs are similar to humans. So, since they can live in this cavern, this cavern is not dangerous."

"We can go in immediately."

"Your Highness, use this."

Black Wolf threw Yveta a short sword, slightly longer than a dagger. "This is my last backup weapon. Your Highness, your stamina is good. After going in, you can not only use magic but also use this short sword for self-defense. When I have time, I'll teach you swordsmanship."

Yveta took the short sword. "Thank you."

Black Wolf was right.

His magic had strengthened his body. Even if it was just stamina, he was superhuman.

Not utilizing this advantage would be a waste.

They entered the cavern one by one.

The entrance to the cavern was not a vertical drop but a slope, about two hundred meters long.

It was completely dark throughout.

However, the Hearthstone Great Witch lit a candle, illuminating the cavern.

Yveta kept her head down, paying close attention not to step into any deep pits or trip on loose stones, which could lead to an accident.

They walked for a while, but surprisingly, Branton's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Branton shouldn't be able to move that fast," Yveta said.

Black Wolf was unfazed. "Of course, he can't move that fast. We're walking slowly even with a candle. He couldn't have disappeared so quickly alone without any light source."

"Based on my experience, he was probably captured by Ogres as soon as he entered."

"The Ogres took him into the deep hole."

"..." Yveta.

Okay.

So you already guessed that Branton might be captured as soon as he went in.

But it's normal. Black Wolf has probably encountered many similar situations, so he's aware of everything.

They walked for a while longer, then heard the sound of flowing water, followed by a sound like a volcanic eruption, but also like a tractor starting up.

Black Wolf quickened his pace.

Yveta and the others quickly followed.

It turned out to be an underground river ahead.

This cavern was connected to the underground river, and the source of the terrifying sounds was actually several behemoths sleeping by the river.

Those sounds were just the snoring of these behemoths.

These behemoths were each like small giants, with skin between pale white and blue. Their faces were like large round plates, and when they breathed with their mouths open, there were various food scraps left on their teeth.

The strangest thing was their palms.

The last segment of their fingers was swollen as if stung by a hornet, making their second and third finger segments look very slender.

Black Wolf whispered, "It's... they are indeed Ogres."

"Ogres are nocturnal creatures and fear light. In sunlight, they are a bunch of blind men. So, when their tribes migrate, they usually move through underground rivers and caves."

Leili questioned, "But these monsters, Ogres, haven't appeared in Viscount Ambrose for many years. Why would they appear now?"

The Old Witch sneered. "You humans are too arrogant."

"Does anyone remember that in ancient times, the Ambrose Basin was a gathering place for magical creatures, and Ogres were once one of the largest tribes here?"

"You defeated these tribes, but you never exterminated them. They merely hid themselves because human power was strong at the time."

"If Ogres are suddenly reappearing, the reason must be that something major is happening in Viscount Ambrose now, which has led these monsters, who have been hiding in the sewers, to feel they can come out and cause trouble."

Yveta frowned. He had a talent for grasping the key points in others' words.

This talent existed in his previous life and gave him a great advantage in debating.

He just realized that the Old Witch seemed to know what had happened in Viscount Ambrose.

Considering that the Old Witch said her beloved disciple had done something major in Viscount Ambrose, perhaps this matter was related to the Old Witch's disciple.

Just as Yveta was about to ask, he saw two Ogres grabbing Branton, stripping off his armor, and then tying him to a huge tree.

Then one Ogre began to make fire by rubbing sticks at Branton's feet.

Another Ogre took some wild red peppers, coriander, and garlic and sprinkled them on Branton's body, muttering, "Can't eat it raw, hold on, can't eat it raw, hold on. Cooked meat is delicious, cooked meat has no parasites, cooked meat is fragrant... Can't eat it raw, hold on..."

Branton shouted, "Help! Someone save me! Your Highness, are you there?"

Yveta was speechless.

Damn it, I told you not to act alone, and you didn't even fight, you just became an Ogre kebab.

I thought you, a Knight Attendant, could be a combat force, but who knew I would have to send someone to protect you.

Yveta placed his left index finger on the Gryare Eye Ring, spun it twice, and chanted a spell. Instantly, the entire underground river space was filled with thunder.

This was quite a display!