Chapter 8: No Food Here - Chapter 8

In two or three minutes, Martin managed to see the caravan he was looking for. It was moving through the tall green trees. As he roamed the forest, he realized that his claws were also very useful for climbing. He used his claws to jump between the trees. He could stay steady on the trees because of his strong and long claws.

This significantly increased his speed.

Martin began to follow the caravan and began to speak to himself after examining the situation first. He believed he made better plans while he was talking to himself.

"There are exactly three carriages." The average number of men is about 10.

Martin did a little counting. As he noticed, three of the men wore different kinds of clothes. These clothes were pretty simple. They had simple blue long robes. There was a blue-feathered monkey sign on their shoulders.

Martin didn't know what that sign meant at the time.

After a general review, he began to plan what his attack would be like.

"I have to draw their attention to a different place." That way, I'll create some weirdness in the environment. Let's take advantage of it and round up the people who have left the crowd. "

Martin's purpose was simple. The people he wanted to hunt weren't the people who could turn into monsters (shapeshifters). His purpose was to kill humans who were too weak to protect themselves.

When he examined the caravan, he could see people like peasants, whose clothes were quite shabby, walking from behind and scattered around.

If these people could transform a little bit, they'd be considered strong, so they'd be in good financial condition. All of this was a sign that the villagers wearing old clothes were excluded by other people.

This behavior wasn't very strange. Martin saw in his old world that people were socially classified as either rich or poor. That's why he had no problem with it.

He kept watching it for a few more minutes. It was a bit of a bad time to hide because of the sunlight. But he wouldn't watch it the whole day because waiting for the night wasn't an option for him.

After a few more seconds of thinking, he made up his mind.

"With my claws, I'm going to start cutting down the trees around us." This will get their attention. That's how I'll be able to establish psychological pressure. "

When Martin came up with the idea, he was a little afraid to apply it. He trusted himself, but he didn't want to be overconfident. He didn't want to face a strong man or woman and be killed by him or her.

He saw a lot of creatures at the Paradigna Market, and most of them had "detect the environment" abilities. If he makes too much of a scene, one of the people in the caravan could turn into this kind of creature. After that, it would be easy for them to find Martin.

The caravan was advancing at the time. Martin cut the tree, which was 30 meters away from the caravan, with his claws. The tree was at least 60 meters long but not too thick.

The tree's trunk was cut off, and it fell pretty quickly. The sound of the tree after it fell made the people in the caravan nervous.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged blonde man who was leading from the front started to watch with careful eyes. He immediately looked to his right and started talking to a young man.

"Hey, if I remember correctly, there were no wild creatures around here, so why did this tree suddenly fall?"

A few seconds later, another tree fell. Although the shapeshifters in the group were confident, they were frightened not to know why these events happened.

The most experienced person in the group was a middle-aged blonde man. In the old days, he led shape-shifter groups in the wilderness. So it didn't take him long to realize that these moves were made by a wise enemy.

Soon, he began to round up all the soldiers around the carriages.

Martin could secretly see what the shape-shifting soldiers were doing. As a result of his actions, he saw many people get close to horse-and-carts. It helped him with one thing.

"Most likely, there are no valuable things in this caravan." There are valuable people in this caravan!

Martin was beginning to think that the caravan opposite him was not a normal trade caravan. As he understood, in such a situation, soldiers generally looked around carefully. That way, they'd know where the attack would come from.

But what he is seeing now is the opposite. Anyone who looked like a soldier and was wearing nice clothes began to get close to the caravan. That's when the middle-aged blonde man started yelling.

We are men of the "Shapeshifters of the Golden Warrior" and there are also people here from the "Blue King Monkey". Whoever you are, you don't want to mess with us. Go your own way!"

The middle-aged blonde man told him to move back to the carriage after he yelled. But his eyes were still scanning around him all the time.

An ex-serial killer like Martin wasn't the kind of guy who would miss these things. For this reason, he continued to watch carefully.

He noticed something strange at the time. There was a group of people behind the caravan. These people were all dressed in peasant clothes. They looked like a bunch of weaklings.

Martin could jump into this group and kill them in five seconds. But he didn't think things would be as good as they looked.