"At midnight, a squad of at least twenty from the Barbarian Tribe passed by. They seem to be looking for you."
Carson Flores finished his recuperation and heard Delarosa's warning.
Carson frowned, a squad of twenty people?
"It seems the news of our hunting here has been leaked by those who escaped. They want to eliminate us first..."
Carson sighed, "Looks like we'll need to change our strategy. We should find other Demon Race squads to ally with, otherwise, even if we encounter a squad, we might not be able to succeed and could risk being taken down instead."
Although the possibility isn't high, we cannot take a gamble, right?
If we win the bet, it's fine. But if we lose, we might lose our lives.
The next day, Carson and two others headed east.
Since being targeted by a large group, staying in the central area isn't suitable anymore.
The three walked for an hour before encountering their first squad.
Carson scanned them warily, then breathed a sigh of relief.
