Southern wasteland, 43 kilometers northwest of the military base.
Beneath the gloomy sky, a seven-member party made up of three teams of different races moved swiftly across the wilderness, seemingly searching for something.
The entire party was enveloped in a Mimicry Projection, blending into the surrounding landscape. Only when they stopped and started moving again did a mosaic-like image briefly appear along the shield's edges.
Behind the draconian Team Captain, a gnome wearing a wizard's hat sat on Blood Wolf's shoulder, looking around uneasily:
"Team Captain Earth Dragon, are we really going to track down that human team?"
"From what we've worked out, they're probably very strong."
The gnome's voice was high and thin. As soon as he finished speaking, he clutched Blood Wolf's fur tightly, his two bulging eyes darting around like a goldfish's.
At the head of the party, Team Captain Earth Dragon turned and gave him a cold look, his dark green, slit-pupiled eyes brimming with hostility.
"Gnome, you can leave if you're scared."
"As far as we're concerned, having you here makes no difference."
Hearing the undisguised contempt in Earth Dragon's voice, the Gnome Mage practically exploded, raising his staff in anger:
"Earth Dragon! Without my Mimicry Spell, you would've been killed in the first round of fighting!"
"Don't think your powerful body would've kept you alive. Even that human girl died. Do you think...?!"
"Enough, Gnome!"
Before the Gnome Mage and Team Captain Earth Dragon could erupt into an argument, Blood Wolf, who was carrying the mage, cut him off in a deep voice.
Standing roughly three meters tall, Blood Wolf turned his head coldly. Though he looked savage and bloodthirsty, his scarlet eyes held a starkly contrasting reason and composure:
"Gnome, it's not that we insist on hunting down that human team. We don't