Then, Jason covered his mouth in shock. He now knew who the black figure was!
"Freak, this can't be!" Jason gasped in disbelief. That black figure which tore the body of the Ice Howler with its bare hands was really the man whom he saw these two days, the one they just had dinner with in front of the campfire today?
That was right. The person who tore the Ice Howler was Norfeller—the man who always followed behind a certain someone like a shadow!
"Oh my Gosh…" Jason's eyes were wide open and filled with incredulity. It was as though he did not see Norfeller fight the Ice Howler, but a mouse rape an elephant.
Jason was not the only man who was stunned…
The wretched Bandit, the pretty Priest, and the team of Adventurers that had appeared out of nowhere were all gaping as they watched Norfeller land from the sky and tear the Ice Howler's body…
That was outlandish…
