Chapter 24.2

The Wax Woodland is an unusual location situated on the outskirts of San Antis. The Wax Tree only sprouts a thin layer of leaves and blooms only once a year during the late autumn, leaving it barren during the spring, summer, and winter seasons.

The Wax Tree branches are flesh-colored and at first glance can be mistaken for an adult's arm, giving the Wax Forest an eerie appearance. Except during the Wax-picking season, even ghosts would not dare venture into the woods.

It is remarkable that one would choose this location to make an emergency landing because of the unique taste of the Giant Beast People.

A hundred orcs stood or crouched within the forest, causing the area to become densely packed. Some of them reverted back to their animal form and lay upon the Wax Tree, causing the branches to crumble under their weight. With the dampness of the Wax Tree branches, there was an unpleasant scent resembling raw meat and blood, causing the surrounding archers to look distraught.

Peter sneezed twice after exiting the woods and looked embarrassed as he said to Oswald on horseback, "Your Majesty... excuse me, the smell is quite strong, and I have developed an allergy towards it. The two leaders of the Giant Beast Human Race are... Ah Choo!"

Oswald winced in pain as he replied, "Alright, that's enough, I can see it." Oswald found it challenging not to see the commotion within the woods because the moment the archers saluted him, a two-meter-tall muscular man stood up and extravagantly waved his hands around. "Hey, does the little emperor still remember me! You and that little white-faced commander even rode on my back last time!"

Everyone remained quiet with shock.

Peter nearly fell off his horse from sneezing.

Oswald wiped his face with his hand and mumbled, "You shouldn't engage with someone who cannot speak human words."

This person who couldn't speak was the giant eagle Dan, who escaped from the dungeon along with Oswald and the others on his back.

Usually, people who share the experience of fleeing end up having a deeper connection with each other than others. They could never forget who the other party was within the first month of their separation.

Nonetheless, Dan's self-introduction was not superfluous at all because if he hadn't mentioned it, Oswald might not have recognized him.

Dan had used some substance to apply a black coating on himself, and around his eyes and lips, the coating was sparse, revealing his natural colors. From a distance, it appeared as though there were three circular holes on a flattened black cake that dogs had bitten on, with two for the eyes and one for a swollen sausage-like mouth.

Oswald felt that one more gaze would be fatal to him, and he decided to go back and look at Kevin's dog paw painting.

Dan continued jumping around without any sense of embarrassment and raised his voice to shout, "Little emperor, let these archers put away their arrows first. It's a bit of a conditioned reflex from fighting too many battles. We feel itchy when we see arrows, and it's not good if you don't hold back. We are here to discuss matters with you."

Oswald raised his palm, and the bow battalion received their arrows with a 'swipe.' Tugging at the reins, the Vulture took a few steps forward, moving closer to the forest. "My ranger informed me that your two leaders are searching for me. So the leader is-"

"Me!" Dan pointed to his nose and then gestured towards a figure seated beside him, "And Shaw, the two of us are the leaders this time."

He turned his head and kicked the persons around him with his toes. "Hey, stop pretending to be dead! Everyone here is present, why are you cowering?"

The person seated on the ground remained silent for two seconds before standing up reluctantly. He was also wearing the black coating, with a droopy expression as if he hated everything around him.

Finally, Oswald couldn't hinder the corners of his mouth from widening, but he quickly coughed to cover it up.

Shaw spoke expressionlessly, "You can laugh if you desire, just try restraining it."

"It hasn't changed much in a few days. Why did you paint yourself like this?" Oswald asked.

"Why else!" Dan said irritably, "To prevent insects from biting me. I think you're making huge trouble here."

Oswald replied, "Oh? Does it work?"

Dan pointed to his mouth, "What do you think? I'm swollen from being bitten so much."

Can they not be bitten? This group of behemoths emphasizes wildness and freedom. They believe conventional housing and bulky clothes are too restrictive. If the chest and abdomen muscles are not exposed, they cannot display their heroism. They dared to expose their bare shoulders even on the battlefield