Dadaupa Gorge was home to three large Hilichurl tribes, with huge numbers of Hilichurls scattered throughout it.
This region was truly dangerous.
Never mind anything else-just one swing from a Hilichurl Berserker's massive axe carried hundreds of pounds of force, enough to shatter every rib in an ordinary adult's chest.
And there were hundreds, if not a thousand, of those Hilichurl Berserkers in Dadaupa Gorge.
That was not even counting the enormous numbers of Hilichurls, Hilichurl Shooters, and Hilichurl Shamans.
Even people with Visions had to tread carefully and stay on their guard in Dadaupa Gorge.
Yet Draff, an ordinary man without a Vision, had gone into Dadaupa Gorge alone while so drunk he could barely think straight. It was easy to imagine just how dangerous that was!
"Why didn't you stop him?!"
Hearing that her father had entered Dadaupa Gorge, Diona panicked.
"We wanted to!"
Allan felt terribly wronged. "But you know what Mr. Draff is like when he's drunk. Once he decides to do something, not even ten oxen could drag him back!"
"Ugh! Alcohol again!"
"That stupid dad! Drinking again! Always drinking!"
"He must have had too much and started trying to play the hero in front of everyone again!"
"Why does he always do this? Why can't he think about himself and his family for once?!"
"What am I supposed to do if something happens to him?!"
Hearing that her father was causing trouble because of alcohol again left Diona both angry and upset. Worry for his safety made her so anxious that she began to cry.
She desperately wanted to enter Dadaupa Gorge to search for her father, but the gorge was enormous. Even if she wanted to look, she had no idea where to start.
Just as her anxiety was mounting, a hand gently