The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 833

The next morning, before breakfast, Karl headed to the gate to get a map of the hotspots that the Lord of Drodh was requesting adventurers to take care of.

"Lord Karl, always a pleasure to see you. What can we help you with?" The guard on duty asked.

"We were thinking of going out on a little hunting trip, now that all of the ladies have reached Monarch Rank. Was there anywhere in particular that might be a good location for us? I was told that you have a full map of the target locations." Karl explained.

"Oh, I know just the right one for you. There is an overpopulation of Magical Beasts by Qidrekh. It’s about two hundred fifty kilometres from here in a straight line, but the road runs west to Nelbukh first and then north.

East of the town, you’ll find a huge number of pygmy stone crushers. They’re a form of Earth Element boar, and they’re a proper nuisance.

Overlord Rank, but their attack power is limited. If you can get through their defences, you should be able to wipe out a few packs and collect a handy reward, plus some fresh food for that Thunderbird of yours.

He looks like the sort that appreciates a well roasted boar."

Karl nodded. "How many are we talking about? A day or two to clear them out?"

The Guard laughed. "They’re everywhere in the west. But they don’t usually come into the populated areas. The report on the map says there are close to a thousand in the region.

Normally, the Leg Regiment would be sent to deal with them, but they’re dealing with an undead horde along the Bozd River right now. They’re split up into dozens of units and scattered through the grasslands, in no position to change positions to deal with the boars.

No matter how good they taste."

Karl winked at the Guard. "So, you’re saying the Guard wouldn’t mind if I happened to drop one off here on the way back?"

"No, I don’t imagine we would mind at all. The Frostfire Gate Guard detachment would gladly help you dispose of any extra Stone Crushers you might bring back." _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

[Ask about mice.] Hawk insisted.

"Are there any mouse or rat type species that might be a menace in need of our assistance? Hawk, the Ghostfire Thunderbird, has a particular thing for rat type species." Karl asked as he took the map of hotspots from the guard.

"Not close. There was a report of Ratmen by the Orcs up in Kud’Ug. But I don’t know if those count. They’re not a properly sentient species, so they’re mostly treated like any other forms of vermin."

Hawk didn’t know either. While they were called Ratmen, there was no guarantee of flavour. For all he knew, they might actually taste like monkey.