The Culprit

The two argued endlessly, but Mo Ling could not make sense of it either.

But the matter had nothing to do with him for now. He had only flown up to watch the spectacle.

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

With a spin of his body and a sweep of his wings, he knocked several Transparent Race members who had surrounded him to the ground behind him, leaving them unable to move.

He then rammed his shield to the side, sending the struck Transparent Race member flying far into the distance.

Then he turned back and smashed his hammer into the shoulder of an enemy trying to sneak attack him, instantly leaving a dent in the shoulder.

This Flesh Race member was indeed exceptionally formidable in combat.

He was also highly experienced in battle, handling every situation with ease. He wielded both his shield and One-Handed Hammer with great proficiency.

These Transparent Race members, on the other hand, were clearly just a disorganized rabble. They fought without any strategy, only knowing how to swarm forward.

Not to mention that they were wielding fragile wooden weapons, which could even be snapped apart by the Flesh Race member's wings.

Most of the Transparent Race members were even hiding in the back, trembling in fear and not daring to step forward at all.

It was completely one-sided, Mo Ling thought.

The Flesh Race member who had been trading insults never seemed affected by the battle.

Instead, he cursed as he fought, growing more imposing with every strike.

The Transparent Race leader finally realized that something was wrong and hurriedly stopped the fight.

He had the Transparent Race members retreat first, then asked the Flesh Race member if they could talk things over properly.

It seemed they did not have such a deep blood feud after all.

The Flesh Race member somehow failed to see through this obvious delaying tactic.

Upon hearing that they wanted to talk properly, the Flesh Race members actually stopped attacking and stood where they were, allowing the Transparent Race members around them to retreat.

"You should have said so earlier. You ambushed us the moment we came in. What kind of nonsense was that?" The Flesh Race member was still unrelenting.

The leader's face darkened. Suppressing his anger, he asked, "What do you mean when you say we captured a member of the Flesh Race?"

"We were hunting outside when you suddenly captured one of our people. And you still ask me what I mean?" the Flesh Race member said angrily.

The leader looked deeply doubtful. "Can you explain it in detail?"

The Flesh Race member put his weapon back at his waist and began recounting what had happened:

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

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

"We hurried after them. The direction they fled was this village."

After hearing this, the leader's suspicion did not fade. He pressed, "Why were you hunting outside our village?"

"What business is that of yours?" The Flesh Race member looked impatient. "We were tracking prey, and it ran here. What could we do?"

The leader finally stopped questioning him and ordered one of his subordinates to search for the person.

Then he turned back and asked, "What did the person you saw look like? Are you sure he was from our village?"

"We didn't see his face clearly, only a silhouette running into your village. You know, we could sense that he was from the Transparent Race."

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

Listening to their conversation, Mo Ling realized that he had misunderstood the power struggles in the Underground World.

I didn't expect two factions to actually be able to communicate.

Nor would the two factions attack each other for no reason.

It seemed that the kind of relentless, mutually destructive attacks against another species only happened among unintelligent creatures.

Intelligent creatures still had the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. They knew to minimize the losses of war, or perhaps the two sides were currently in a ceasefire.

Before long, the subordinate returned and shook his head at the leader.

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

The Flesh Race member looked ready to start cursing again.

Seeing the Flesh Race members' aggressive demeanor, the leader compromised. He said coldly, "If you don't believe me, you can search the village yourselves. But restrain the urge to kill in your hearts."

"No problem." After agreeing, the Flesh Race members swaggered through the village in search of their companion. The leader seemed uneasy, so he followed along with them.

Before long, the Flesh Race members arrived before Captain Su.

"Oh! Flesh Race members we've never seen before. Where did you come from?" They suddenly became very polite before Captain Su.

"From somewhere else," Captain Su gave a meaningless reply.

But the Flesh Race members did not mind. They even began chatting warmly with the Captain, looking nothing like the vicious fighters they had been moments earlier.

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

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

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly waved his hands, indicating that he was innocent.

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

At the leader's question, the old man's eyes instantly reddened, and he poured out everything that had happened along the way.

"A Ram-Headed Man?"

The leader could not believe it.

At that moment, a Flesh Race member suddenly added, "That Transparent Race member who attacked us really did smell like mutton."

They looked at one another.

"Looks like we've found the culprit," Captain Su said.

Having learned what the culprit looked like, the leader continued leading the Flesh Race members in a careful search of the village. Now, both sides wanted to find the culprit.

"Why would the Ram-Headed Man do something like this?"

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

Its behavior seemed to have broken away from the rules of the Red String Worm and the Ugly Duckling Phenomenon, and it had started acting entirely on its own.

Even if it wanted to kidnap someone, why not kidnap a Transparent Race member?

The team was also discussing this question, but they could not reach any conclusion.

"Could it be trying to frame them?" Captain Su guessed. "Kidnap a Flesh Race member and bring him to the Transparent Master's village, then start a war?"

That was not impossible, but it seemed far too absurd.

The Transparent Race's combat strength is so weak that it would be faster for it to kill them itself, Mo Ling thought.

This Ram-Headed Man truly was becoming lawless.

Even Mo Ling himself could only restrict it slightly.

If these weak Transparent Race members encountered it, would they not simply be chased down and slaughtered?

Besides, Mo Ling did not believe the Ram-Headed Man's intelligence had already reached the point of trying to use schemes.

It had only just changed from a little lamb into a Ram-Headed Man. Surely it could not have developed that quickly?

According to the previous records, that Ugly Duckling had only learned to ambush farm owners after suffering interference from many of them.

Just as Mo Ling was thinking, a disturbance suddenly came from the direction where the Flesh Race members and the leader had gone.

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

Upon hearing the news, everyone immediately rushed toward the temple.