"There's blood over there." The Gnome Ranger Lorum pointed to an inconspicuous dark red spot on the ground not far away, frowning, "It should lead towards the center of the village, from about half a day ago."
A tree elf female thief popped her head out of a house to their right with half a door missing, and shouted, "I found some kind of powder and bloodstains, but no bodies!"
"It seems that as Master Tony said, most of the people in the village are still alive," Motan squinted slightly and took out his Singing Bible from his bag, telling the others in a deep voice, "Increase the pace. The survivors and monsters should all be gathered near the alchemy workshop in the center of the town. Sir Tero and his group should already be there. The Druid and the Thief, please take the lead, and Mr. Lorum, I entrust you with the job of keeping guard."
The Gnome Ranger agilely jumped onto the roof of a wooden house nearby, raising his longbow, "Rest assured."
