After the caravan left, Lann did not leave with them.
Because since the Squirrel Faction has decided to use attacks to delay time, they will definitely attack more than once.
They want to trap this group of humans, making it impossible for them to leave the Ponta River Valley before that thing arrives, and they will certainly harass them multiple times to slow their progress.
"But the Squirrel Faction is not that monster."
Lann's fingers brushed over a leaf in the shrubbery, and the fingertips of his gloves, covered in steel armor plates, were instantly stained with a trace of blood red.
He chuckled softly.
"Fortunately, I felt nothing while passing through that monster's territory. I thought my senses had failed."
He brought his fingers to his nose for a sniff, and the smell of blood was instantly memorized by the Demon Hunter's senses, pointing to a direction of movement.
In the chaotic yet ecologically normal mountains, there are definitely many biological pheromones.
