"Damn it, why have the magical beasts in the Magical Beast Mountain Range suddenly gone berserk?!"
Green Dou Qi swirled around Nalan Zhong as he fought to kill a Tier 2 Magical Beast, a Wind Wolf that had lunged into the caravan. Unable to dodge in time, he had his Dou Qi shroud torn through by another magical beast attacking from the side, and the blow sent him staggering back into the crowd.
"Captain! Are you all right?!" A chorus of startled cries rose. Nalan Zhong clearly held no small standing among the group.
"I'm fine. Hurry and hold the line! Have you reported the attack to the family?" Taking a bottle of pills from his Storage Ring, Nalan Zhong swallowed some and gave his injuries a quick treatment before once again taking the lead at the front. As the caravan's strongest fighter, an eight-star Dou Shi, he counted as a capable expert in a small place like this. It was precisely that strength that had given him the confidence to lead everyone on a shortcut through the outskirts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
Yet, against all expectations, something had gone wrong.
His family served as retainers of the Nalan Family and had worked for them for generations. To put their ancestry in flattering terms, they had been "one family five hundred years ago." Aside from sharing a surname, they had virtually nothing in common. Their blood ties were so distant that even if Nalan Yanran became an emperor, he probably would not receive any boost.
Still, that hardly mattered. He currently worked for the Nalan Family as a household retainer, and they had never treated him poorly. Becoming a Dou Shi at thirty meant his talent was decent enough, and this time he had been entrusted with the