Lucas and the others watching from the shadows naturally noticed the range of Bridges and his group, and their hearts leapt with joy.
With full patience, they waited, meanwhile silently calculating the distance between the two parties in their minds.
He was truly curious to see how far the other party's equipment could reach?
At this moment, the forest was deathly silent, as if the only sounds were the breaths of the people within.
But the quieter it became, the faster Bridges felt his heartbeat quicken.
Unable to resist, Bridges stopped in his tracks, always harboring an ominous premonition.
"Captain, what's wrong?" a mercenary following beside him asked.
"I just have a bad feeling." Bridges replied.
The mercenary glanced at the map in his hand and responded, "With this equipment, there shouldn't be a problem. We'll leave as soon as we scout out the number of beastmen."
Listening to this, Bridges felt considerably more at ease.
