"If we're just comparing hunting abilities, we could leave them in the dust by miles."
In the small world, the hunting ground.
Luke looked at the hunters of the Clover hunting team in the distance, then glanced at the nervous wild demons on the baobab tree, and grudgingly added: "that is, if they play fair."
"Looks like it, they don't seem to have any plans for a fair competition." Ani Black squatted halfway on the ground, one hand on his knee and one hand moment in the grass, tilting his ears to distinguish the signals nature was sending: "…If I'm not mistaken, that yellow robe newbie from Clover should be a druid…"
"Nicholas Dunnigan, from the Crimea Peninsula, the 'Ovate'..." Zhan Shichen started, only to be interrupted by an urgent and tiny voice.
"Sor, sorry... Sharp Fork, what does Ovate mean?" Peter's slender voice came from behind him.
Zhan Shichen paused, sighed softly, and explained:
