107: Tigers fighting in the wild (Part 1) [Third update, thank you

The sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, and night had fallen.

A cool night breeze swept through the wilderness, carrying with it mournful, wailing sounds.

The night wind was filled with the roars of numerous monsters, making it exceptionally lively.

This was especially true in the desolate human villages and towns, where the activity was particularly intense.

The continuous roars of monsters echoed through an unknown, dilapidated town, carried by the cool night wind to even more distant places.

At this moment, a seven-person Warrior squad was cautiously exploring.

Leading them was a bald man whose face was marred by a ferocious scar.

As the captain of the Iron Hammer Squad, Scarface was the only Senior Warriors in the squad, wearing protective gear capable of withstanding intermediate Beast General-level attacks.

The prominent Warrior insignia on his armband displayed Scarface's strength as a Senior Warriors.

His arms, thick as an adult's thigh, constantly revealed his extraordinary strength.

Just one more step, and a Senior Warriors could break through to become a Warrior General, thus entering the elite team of Warriors.

The treatment for Warrior General by the various major powers in Jiangnan Base City could far exceed that of Senior Warriors!

Therefore, every Senior Warriors was striving to improve, aiming to become a more powerful Warrior General.

Not only would they possess greater strength, but their status, wealth, and prestige would also skyrocket.

At this moment, Scarface, who was walking at the very front, had a solemn expression.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, wary of any rustle or movement.

In his left and right hands, he tightly gripped two massive hammers.

A chilling gleam reflected from the wolf-tooth hammers, captivating the soul.

As the squad leader, his combat prowess was not only the strongest, but his experience in Wilderness Area operations was also extremely rich.

After all, they had all risen from Junior Warriors through life-and-death trials; the weak had long been mercilessly eliminated by the monsters of the wilderness.

As for the other six members of the squad, they were also fully armed, carrying weapons such as swords, spears, staffs, and clubs.

Without exception, all six of these Warriors used cold weapons.

Under the faint moonlight, the entire squad maintained the highest level of vigilance.

Deep in the Wilderness Area, everyone's attention and spirit were highly concentrated.

Because they had entered a small town, not one with a low-risk factor, but one infested with many pig-type monsters.

As a Warrior squad of the Mercenary Alliance, they always operated freely,

relying on hunting monsters and dissecting their materials for money, thereby maintaining the squad's operations and upgrading equipment.

This time, they had also teamed up to enter the Wilderness Area, hoping to try their luck and see if they could hunt some monster materials to earn money.

Most Warriors of the Mercenary Alliance earned money by themselves.

How much they earned depended on how many monsters they could kill.

The night was quiet, and the seven Warriors walked along the dilapidated, decaying streets.

"Brother, why is this town so quiet today?"

Among the squad, a female Warrior who was a intermediate Warriors spoke, her delicate brows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't know, but something abnormal is definitely suspicious!

Everyone, continue to remain vigilant and don't let your guard down."

Facing his sister's question, the bald Scarface shook his head, his gaze becoming even more serious.

Everything here exuded an unusual atmosphere.

Thus, the Iron Hammer Squad cautiously advanced along the town's main street.

Around them, there was no movement, only profound silence.

It wasn't until they approached the center of the town that the scene before them shocked all the Warriors.

One by one, they couldn't help but gasp, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"These… Who did this!?"

At this very moment, an incredibly horrifying scene appeared before these Warriors.

On the town's main street in front of the Iron Hammer Squad, a sight they had never witnessed before unfolded.

The wide, overgrown street was littered with the massive, mountain-like corpses of pig-type monsters.

To describe it as a scene of corpses covering the wilderness would be no exaggeration.

The crimson blood had long since congealed, indicating that the battle had ended quite early.

Among them were not only high-level soldier-class beasts but also quite a few Beast General-level existences.

Without exception, they lay haphazardly before the Iron Hammer Squad, their deaths terrifying, their demise sharp.

A strong, bloody stench permeated the air, making one subtly nauseous.

Fortunately, these Warriors had all been in the wilderness for a long time and had a high tolerance for such smells.

Any ordinary person would have already thrown up uncontrollably.

Under the bright moonlight, the Warrior Scarface easily discerned a ferocious wound on the heads of these pig-type monsters.

The cut penetrated from the brow, almost severing half the head.

Hiss!

What terrifying swordsmanship!

The seven Warriors watched, none without a sense of dread.

There was an even more astonishing sight: besides the fatal cut on their heads,

the other parts of these pig-type monsters were completely intact.

A chill rose from their spines, and their hairs stood on end.

Silence, a deathly silence.

The Warriors of the Iron Hammer Squad exchanged glances, momentarily at a loss for words.

After a long while,

finally, one team member reacted, reaching out to press his chest, which was pounding like a drum, and heavily exhaled a breath of turbid air, his shocked expression lingering.

Subsequently, the other members of the Iron Hammer Squad gradually came to their senses,

they looked at the corpses scattered everywhere, their eyes momentarily unfocused.

The expressions on their faces slowly changed from shock to confusion, then joy… until finally, all of them showed eager expressions.

So many monster materials!?

"Boss, why don't we lend a hand!?"

One of the men with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks deeply eyed the pig-type monster corpses, then exchanged a look with Scarface.

The meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, several Warriors around them turned their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"Let's do it!"

"Anyway, no one wants them, so we'll just consider it environmental cleanup."

With a command, the surrounding Warriors immediately sprang into action.

Scarface and the female Warrior naturally took on the role of keeping watch.

Midnight, a bright moon, a dilapidated town, and a desolate street strewn with corpses.

A group of people were bent over, heads down, their hands constantly working.

The crisp sound of cutting echoed along the long street.

If someone were to pass by here alone, they would surely feel a shiver down their spine.

On the houses on both sides, Captain Scarface and his sister each held infrared binoculars, wary of any movement in the surroundings.

Today was a huge profit!

The Warriors of the Iron Hammer Squad all wore satisfied smiles.

No other reason,

there were simply too many monster corpses here, most of them soldier-class monsters.

Although the price wasn't that great, the sheer quantity made up for it.

Moreover,

Beast General-level monsters, which were usually difficult to encounter, were seen here, seven or eight of them.

For these Warriors who had long been active in the wilderness, it was nothing short of a windfall.

As for which powerful individual had performed this anonymous good deed here, they dared not think about it.

Or rather, they simply had no mind to consider it.

At this moment, all the Warriors of the Iron Hammer Squad had their eyes filled with monster materials… The cutting sounds were incessant, and one material after another was cleanly dissected and placed into their backpacks.

These Warriors' backpacks were also visibly bulging at a rapid pace…