Deep within a forest, near the boundary between the ogres' domain and the Stoneheart Horde territory.
"Master, once we pass through here, we'll reach the giants' territory."
Wyatt, having once served as the commander of a slave-hunting group, possessed extensive wilderness survival skills. For any route he had traveled before, he could hardly ever forget it.
Torin had been here once, back when they followed the kingdom's envoy.
Now, behind Torin, apart from Mike and Wyatt, there were only the original veteran members of the Mercenary Corps and the former slave-hunting group.
"Wyatt, reorganize the slave-hunting group after we get back."
Staring at the forest ahead, Torin's gaze grew ever more ruthless and cold.
Although no ogres had come to harass them on the way, they had encountered quite a few ferocious beasts.
"Master, is our target still those Blood Elf individuals?"
Wyatt's eyes brightened. He was all too happy to return to his old line of work.
