With crimson skin, a ferocious face, small horns protruding from its head, and a bone staff in hand—this creature looked utterly evil. What else could it be, if not a monster?
"I saw that guy on the carriage wave his hand. This thing might be his summoned creature. Could he be a warlock? Only those kinds of folks summon such bizarre creatures," one soldier speculated.
"Captain, are we still going to chase them?"
The carriage in the distance had become no more than a black dot, and the soldiers were growing anxious.
"Chase my ass…"
The burly man snapped, shouting angrily,
"That guy's already so far away—he could still control that monster. If we get close, it might just kill us. If you want to try, be my guest."
Hearing this, the group forced awkward smiles and pulled their dodo birds back a few steps.