Olaf shuddered, and as the Hunting Team Captain for so many years, he felt for the first time that death was so near.
He turned his head to see that it was Greg Jensen who was pulling him.
At that moment, Greg's brows were tightly furrowed, staring thoughtfully in the direction where the Ferocious Beasts had fled.
Following his gaze, Olaf felt a chill in his heart again; the direction the Ferocious Beasts had taken was exactly where they had just been planning to retreat.
Had it not been for Greg leading them running west, all of them might have ended up trampled into mud.
Olaf felt an immense sense of relief, thankful that he had brought the young man along, or else they might have met their doom today.
Strangely, how did the young man detect the movement of the beast tide?
"Damn it! There are still some of our people over there!"
