The emerald grassland undulated unpredictably, like the surging waves of a high tide.
A faint sense of oppression in the wind settled on Augutuo's shoulders.
Who was it?
Augutuo squinted into the distance, feeling an uneasy premonition.
Had the fact that he accepted the gifts from Dragon's Rest Tomb been exposed?
If the Empire dispatched the Knights Punisher, who specialized in hunting heretics, trouble would be inevitable.
The people on the grassland, seeing Augutuo's uncertain expression, were all puzzled.
A few seconds later, they perceived the oppressive presence swiftly approaching from afar.
"Captain, did you notify the Young Wolf King in advance?" Abner was the first to react.
If Weylon had sensed something off with Augutuo and asked the Young Wolf King for help, the latter probably wouldn't have refused.
But, Weylon was just as shocked.
The situation developed beyond everyone's expectations.
All eyes turned northward.