Chapter 62 Monkeys and Birds Start Fighting

"Puff out your chest, and muster your spirit!" Marcus's roar echoed through the forests at the edge of Thorn Ridge, his riding whip cracking sharply from time to time.

Thirty young boys, gripping wooden sticks, nervously surveyed every corner of the forest.

They could hear the calls of various birds and beasts deep within the woods; among those calls might have been the roars of magical beasts. For boys who had grown up on terrifying tales of magical beasts, every extra moment spent here felt like a chill down their spine as if a magical beast could pounce and sink its teeth into them at any moment.

Tony was one such fearful boy.

Clenching the wooden stick tightly, he leaned against a large tree, his calves trembling slightly. Last winter, a Wind Blade Wolf attacked Little Wheat Village, devouring two serfs and causing him to have nightmares for several nights. Now, those nightmares resurfaced in his mind, and he prayed incessantly.

"Please don't let it eat me..."