The Culprit

The two argued endlessly, and Mo Ling couldn't make heads or tails of it.

But the current situation had nothing to do with him; flying up was just to watch the show.

The Flesh Race members were incredibly strong, holding a Small Round Shield in one hand and a One-Handed Hammer in the other.

Spinning his body and flicking his wings, he swept away several Transparent Race members who were attacking from behind, leaving them unable to move.

He then used the shield to push aside a Transparent Race member who was hit, sending them flying far away.

Then he turned back and struck the shoulder of an enemy trying to sneak attack with a hammer, instantly creating a dent in their shoulder.

These Flesh Race members were indeed very powerful in combat.

Moreover, they were very experienced in battle, handling various situations with ease, and were very skilled in using the shield and One-Handed Hammer.

These Transparent Race members were clearly scattered individuals, fighting without any strategy, only surging forward relentlessly.

Not to mention they were holding fragile wooden weapons, which could even be broken by the Flesh Race members' wings.

Most of the Transparent Race members even hid in the back, trembling, not daring to move forward at all.

"It's a complete one-sided crushing," Mo Ling thought.

The Flesh Race member who had been arguing didn't seem affected in the slightest by the fighting.

Instead, he became more and more imposing as he fought and cursed.

The Transparent Race Chief finally realized something was wrong and quickly stopped the fighting.

He had the Transparent Race members retreat first, and then requested to communicate properly with the Flesh Race member.

It seemed it wasn't such a deep-seated hatred after all.

The Flesh Race member actually couldn't see through this obvious delaying tactic.

Hearing that they wanted to communicate properly, these few Flesh Race members actually stopped attacking and stood still, allowing the surrounding Transparent Race members to retreat.

"You should have said so earlier. What kind of thing is it to ambush us as soon as we came in?" The Flesh Race member's mouth was still unforgiving.

The Chief's face turned dark, suppressing his anger, and asked, "What do you mean you said we captured a Flesh Race person?"

"We were hunting outside, and you suddenly captured one of our people. You're still asking me what I mean?" The Flesh Race member said angrily.

The Chief asked with a face full of suspicion, "Can you explain in detail?"

The Flesh Race member put his weapon back on his waist and began to recount what happened:

"We were hunting outside at first, not far from your village."

"We were surrounding prey when your people suddenly rushed out and captured one of our companions."

"We quickly chased after them, and the direction they fled was this village."

After listening, the Chief's suspicion did not disappear, and he pressed, "What were you doing hunting outside our village?"

"You're even managing this?" The Flesh Race member said impatiently, "We were tracking prey, and the prey ran here. What could we do?"

The Chief finally stopped pressing and instructed a subordinate beside him to go and look.

Then he turned his head and asked, "What did the person you saw look like? Are you sure they are from our village?"

"We didn't see their appearance clearly, just a figure, who ran towards your village. You know, we can sense that they are from the Transparent Race."

The Chief nodded and told the Flesh Race members to wait for a moment.

Mo Ling listened to their conversation and realized he had some misunderstandings about the power struggles in the underground world.

I didn't expect the two factions could actually communicate.

Moreover, the two factions wouldn't attack each other for no reason.

It seemed that the behavior of attacking the opposing race relentlessly only happened among unintelligent creatures.

Intelligent creatures still had the instinct to seek advantages and avoid harm, knowing to minimize war losses, or perhaps the two sides were currently in a truce.

After a while, the subordinate returned and shook his head at the Chief.

"We didn't find the person you mentioned, and there are no Flesh Race members in the village."

Seeing this, the Flesh Race members started to curse again.

Seeing the aggressive demeanor of the Flesh Race members, the Chief still compromised and said coldly, "If you don't believe me, you can search the village yourselves, but control your inner killing intent."

"No problem." After agreeing, this group of Flesh Race members swaggered through the village searching. The Chief seemed uneasy and followed along.

Before long, this group of Flesh Race members arrived in front of Captain Su.

"Oh! Unseen Flesh Race members, where are you from?" They suddenly became very polite in front of Captain Su.

"From somewhere else." Captain Su gave a nonsensical answer.

But the Flesh Race members didn't mind and even chatted enthusiastically with the Captain, looking completely different from their fierce appearance during the recent battle.

"You have the scent of the person who attacked us on you." Halfway through the conversation, a Flesh Race member suddenly said this.

"He has it too." He suddenly pointed to the old man who had returned with the team.

Seeing this, the old man quickly waved his hands, indicating his innocence.

The Chief also asked in confusion, "What exactly did you encounter on the way?"

Hearing the Chief's question, the old man's eyes instantly turned red, and he poured out everything he had experienced along the way.

"Ram-Headed Man?"

The Chief couldn't believe it.

At this moment, the Flesh Race member suddenly added, "That Transparent Race person who attacked us did indeed have a smell of mutton on them."

The few people looked at each other.

"It seems the culprit has been found," Captain Su said.

After learning the appearance of the culprit, the Chief continued to lead the Flesh Race members to search the village carefully. Now both of them wanted to find this culprit.

Why would a Ram-Headed Man do such a thing?

Mo Ling was even more puzzled by the Ram-Headed Man's actions at this time.

Its behavior seemed to have deviated from the rules of the Red String Worm and the Ugly Duckling Phenomenon, and it began to act on its own.

Even if it wanted to kidnap someone, why wouldn't it kidnap a Transparent Race member?

The squad was also discussing this issue, but they couldn't come up with a conclusion.

"Does it want to frame someone?" Captain Su guessed. "Kidnap a Flesh Race member and take them to the Transparent Race's village to start a war?"

Such a guess wasn't impossible, but it seemed a bit too absurd.

With the Transparent Race's weak combat power, it would be faster for it to just kill them itself, Mo Ling thought.

Right now, this Ram-Headed Man was indeed somewhat lawless.

Even Mo Ling himself could only slightly restrain it.

These weak Transparent Race members would still be chased and killed by it if they encountered it.

Moreover, Mo Ling didn't believe that the Ram-Headed Man's intelligence had reached the level where it could start attempting strategic thinking.

It had just transformed from a Little Lamb into a Ram-Headed Man; it shouldn't be that fast, right?

According to previous records, that Ugly Duckling only learned to ambush farmers after encountering a lot of interference from them.

Just as Mo Ling was thinking, there was suddenly movement from the direction where the Flesh Race member and the Chief had left.

"It's in the Temple!" a Transparent Race member shouted.

Hearing this news, everyone immediately rushed towards the Temple.