Following the elf's instructions, the two of them walked south. Not far after crossing the main road was a farm.
Jess remembered that among the many abandoned farms south of the main road in Duskwood, one was occupied by werewolves. So before approaching here, he had been extremely vigilant and constantly observing the surrounding situation.
Although they hadn't encountered any werewolves after a day and a night, and the two of them had already begun to have some doubts about Morgan's words. But it's better to be safe than sorry. If they didn't pay attention and really ran into them, it would be a disaster.
After all, Gerred didn't know what werewolves were exactly. Once a fight broke out, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
The two of them hid behind a dark, seemingly dying old oak tree trunk and squinted over at the farm. Gerred pointed at the mill standing alone opposite the granary and asked, "Is this the windmill he was talking about?"
"With one blade. Probably so." Jess pointed at the wildly growing short trees and bushes that had covered the railing on the edge of the farm in the distance and said, "Let's go over there."
Gerred's gaze circled the railing. He touched his calf that had been scratched by the elf and sighed tiredly.
He glanced at the flat, overgrown abandoned farmland and said, "There doesn't seem to be any living things in the middle here."
"Remember the cemetery? What happened in the morning?" Jess said.
The originally peaceful cemetery suddenly turned into a stronghold of undead zombies after the two of them climbed out of the tomb. Anyone would probably never forget it for the rest of their lives.
The dwarf clearly understood what Jess meant. He stared into the latter's eyes for a while and then silently slipped into the ditch-like depression in the ground on the right that was a bit lower than the flat ground.
They approached the mill in the direction along the edge of the farm fence. The sky was a bit darker than before, and it seemed that it was about to get dark.
"After searching this farm, we must go back no matter what, Gerred." Jess said, "Those people in Raven Hill have been living here for so many years. Whether the werewolves they mentioned are real or not, at least it represents the danger at night."
"Maybe. But we've come so far. Going back empty-handed would be too embarrassing." The dwarf said dissatisfiedly, "If we can't find anything, at least find one more. We are so close to the main road. It's much safer than when we were looking for Kingsblood grass before."
"Do you think it's possible that the elf tricked us into coming here to trap us? After all, he was so badly beaten." Jess whispered.
Gerred, who was moving forward while feeling his way, turned back and said, "I've thought about it too. But what danger could there be here? Are the elf's companions ambushing here? It doesn't seem necessary. Or is this farm surrounded by ghouls? It doesn't seem like it either. But I can't say for sure. We can only be more careful."
Jess asked, "If you're being careful, why did you want to go straight through the middle of the farmland?"
"Who said I wanted to go through the middle?!" The dwarf retorted anxiously and then turned his head and continued walking forward.
Jess sighed slightly. Before he could say anything, Gerred suddenly turned back and put his index finger on his lips and made a "shh" sound.
What's going on?
He mouthed the word "There's a wolf."
Jess raised his head slightly and looked around but didn't find anything.
With his eyesight trained over this day, he could even find Silverleaf in the bushes. If there was a wolf, it would be impossible to hide.
"Are you sure?" He said in a whisper close to Gerred's ear.
Gerred wrinkled his nose and said, "Smell."
Oh my. Can you even smell wolves, animals that are so careful and good at covering their tracks? Does a dwarf have some special ability?
Jess tried to smell it. Of course, he didn't notice anything.
But Gerred wouldn't make trouble for no reason. Jess also slowed down, crouched down and followed him step by step.
The mill was less than 20 meters ahead. Still, there was no sign of any wolves.
Jess looked up. The tall mill had only one blade left hanging down low. It was like an extremely tall giant knight in gray armor plates, standing in the night with a broad sword in his hand.
Gerred squatted and watched for a long time, waiting for the possible beast to show itself. But after waiting for a long time, there was still no obvious movement.
"Strange." He moved his nose and said softly, "Then let's go in."
Jess nodded. He felt his way to the wall of the mill. As soon as he approached the door, he heard a not very obvious slippery strange sound.
This time it was his turn to shush. Gerred was stopped by him. They listened quietly for a while and then slowly widened their eyes.
Just as the two of them were listening carefully, a sound of a bone breaking broke the rustling strange sound.
Basically, it could be determined that this was the sound of a carnivorous animal eating.
Jess gripped the axe a bit higher to make sure he was holding it tightly. Gerred drew an arrow and placed it on the bow.
The two of them looked at each other and nodded. They slowly felt their way into the door.
As soon as they entered the door, they couldn't see anything clearly in the pitch-black mill. After their eyes gradually got used to the darkness, Jess glimpsed a huge silver-gray thing constantly shaking after seeing the discarded tools and the cobwebs on the collapsed partition.
He glanced at Gerred. The other's eyes were even wider than his.
The dwarf raised his bow and aimed at the giant beast. He pulled the bowstring fully. The taut bowstring made a squeaking sound. The giant beast suddenly stopped.
As it turned its head, Gerred didn't know whether he shot decisively or accidentally let go out of fear. The arrow then whizzed through the cracks in the cobwebs and partition and was stuck right in the neck of the giant beast. A crazy roar suddenly exploded in the narrow mill, making Jess's ears ache.
The giant beast jumped out and broke through the wall and a large pile of damaged farm tools on the ground. Its whole body's fur still shone with a terrifying silver light even under the faint light coming in from outside.
Jess pushed aside the dust and wood chips all over his body and leaned against the wall. He held the axe tightly and stared at this monster. This wasn't a werewolf but a giant wolf. It was almost as tall as his shoulder. It was nothing like the forest wolves like wild dogs in the north.
The giant wolf's charge separated the two of them on both sides. Gerred got up and raised his sword. With one step, he thrust the sword into the flank of this giant wolf. The sword went so deep that his arm was buried in the fur.
However, this wolf was so crazy with pain but didn't become weak due to the injury. It twisted around and slapped Gerred to the ground. It was about to pounce on him.
Jess had heard that a dog's waist is the thinnest and most vulnerable. A wolf should be similar. He raised the axe and chopped down right on the wolf's waist. The giant wolf was about to stretch its head to bite the dwarf who was being pressed down. With this axe blow, it howled. Its entire lower body twitched uncontrollably.
Gerred shouted and crawled out from under the wolf. This strange wolf kept twitching and howling. But it couldn't counterattack anymore. The two of them didn't dare to approach casually and could only wait for it to slowly exhaust its strength.
After a long time, the giant wolf finally stopped moving. The blood that flowed out had already soaked the entire floor of the mill.
After the scene became quiet, Gerred muttered, "If that elf hadn't given me a cut on the leg, I would have killed this wolf long ago! How could it have pinned me down?!"
Jess looked at him. He saw that he was covered in blood and had become completely red.
"Are you injured?"
"Me? Ah?" Gerred looked down, shivered when he saw the blood on his body, and touched himself back and forth and said, "No, it's not my blood."