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Moreover, Ron has a theory about this world.

But he wasn't sure if his guess was correct, since there were some discrepancies.

He needs more information to corroborate his claims.

If it's really as he thinks, then things will get interesting.

The gray sky hung low, like an iron plate covering our heads. We couldn't see the sun or the clouds; there was only a uniform, deathly gray-white expanse.

Ron stood at the edge of the camp, looking at the dark valley in the distance, his face grim.

It's been two days.

The Black Wolf Clan did not launch a direct attack, but their harassment never stopped.

Every one or two hours, several squads of black wolf beasts would emerge from a valley and spray bullets with those damn Gatling guns.

After firing all the bullets, he turned and ran.

The knights of the Silver Dragon Knights held their shields and huddled in the camp, not daring to show their heads.

Chase them? You can't catch them.

The black wolf beasts were so familiar with the terrain that they seemed to be in their own home.

The two scout teams Ron sent out were ambushed as soon as they entered the valley. One team was decimated and returned, while there has been no news of the other team since.

Ron clenched his fists.

This group of black wolf beasts clearly intended to wage guerrilla warfare against them.

Since the main force of the Beastmen was defeated on the front lines, these guys no longer choose to confront humans head-on.

"Your Excellency." Hart walked over, holding a newly compiled loss report in his hands.

"More than a dozen more were injured. They were all hit by sniper shots, but none of them died."

Ron took the report, glanced at it, and said nothing.

"My lord, this can't go on," Hart said, carefully choosing his words.

"The Black Wolf Beasts are wearing us down. They're in the shadows, we're in the open. The longer this drags on, the greater our losses will be."

"I know." Ron handed the report back to Hart.

What are your thoughts?

"Find their hideout," Hart said.

"The Beastmen are not a disorganized mob; they are organized and have settlements. Once their city is found, they can no longer hide."

Ron thought for a moment and nodded.

"Have the Knights prepare. I will personally go and scout ahead tomorrow morning."

"The Grand Duke going in person? Isn't that too dangerous?" Hart was taken aback.

Ron glanced at him: "There's no other good way."

That night, Ron used the crystal ball to contact the other factions' teams.

The Duchy of Red Copper, the Kingdom of Iron Mountain, and several other duchies that were also assigned to the extermination mission.

The situations are all pretty much the same.

The general of the Copper Kingdom spoke in a hoarse, weary voice: "We're experiencing the same thing as you. Those tin-skinned beasts never fight us head-on; they just lurk in the shadows and snipe us all day long."

I've lost over three hundred men, and I haven't even gotten a foothold in them.

Duke Herman of the Iron Mountain Kingdom spoke in a somber tone; his anger could be felt even through the crystal ball.

"The Beastmen have changed their tactics. We're also finding it difficult to make any progress. These metal-skinned beasts are far more cunning than I imagined."

The responses from the other principalities were similar, all complaining about the difficulty of guerrilla warfare.

Ron put away the crystal ball and leaned back in his chair; he wasn't the only team facing this problem.

This made Ron even more convinced that he had to find the Black Wolf Clan's lair.

Only by attacking their settlements can we force them into a direct confrontation.

The next morning, Ron mounted Margaret and took to the air.

The gray sky grew even darker higher up, and the wind was strong, making Ron's cloak flutter loudly.

Margaret hovered in the air, and Ron searched carefully with his binoculars.

At first, I didn't see anything. The valleys were bare, gray, and lifeless.

Occasionally, a few black wolves would peek out from behind the rocks, see the giant dragon in the sky, and then retreat back inside.

But after flying for about two hours, the situation changed.

An unusual burst of bullets hurtled toward Margaret with terrifying force.

Margaret dodged quickly, but was still hit several times.

The scales were blackened by the blows, and in some places they were even damaged, which enraged Margaret.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared in the direction the attack was coming from.

A dark red wolf-like beast was lying on a rock, with smoke still rising from the cannon barrel on its back.

The culprit was him—the third-tier leader of the Black Wolf Clan.

Apart from its color and size, it is no different from a regular black wolf beast.

But the aura of a third-tier being on his body couldn't be faked.

Seeing Ron and the other man looking at it, the red wolf beast slowly and unhurriedly transformed.

Finally, what appeared before Ron was a robot over three meters tall, wielding a battle axe.

The red wolf beast didn't waste any words.

He flew directly into the sky with his battle axe, attacking Ron and his companion.

Margaret couldn't hold back any longer and unleashed a blast of frosty breath at the dark red giant wolf.

A pale blue chill enveloped the space within a radius of tens of meters, and the moisture in the air instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals.

The red wolf beast dared not take the attack head-on, and dodged to the side, its breath grazing his shoulder before striking the mountain wall behind him.

With a loud bang, the rocks froze, sending debris flying and leaving a large crater several meters in diameter on the mountainside.

A hint of seriousness flashed in the red wolf's eyes, but he did not back down.

An axe struck Margaret in the chest, sparks flying as the scales were ripped open.

Margaret endured the pain and swung her claw at the red wolf beast, while Ron seized the opportunity and thrust his dragon spear down.

It struck the Red Wolf Beast's joint directly.

Red Wolf was hit twice, and Ron's gunshot wound barely broke through its defenses.

But Margaret's angry blow was truly devastating.

The slap left the red wolf beast somewhat dazed, causing it to fall heavily from the sky and crash into the mountainside like a cannonball.

Moreover, Margaret's anger had not subsided.

It unleashed a chilling breath at the massive hole smashed into the mountainside.

This time, the red wolf beast was unable to dodge.

After the breath hit her, Margaret maintained her breath for more than ten breaths.

The entire mountain was covered with a layer of ice crystals.

At this moment, many more black wolf beasts surrounded them, trying to help their leader out of the predicament. Among them were quite a few first and second-tier beasts.

Gatling guns relentlessly swept across Margaret.

Seeing this, Margaret did not take the attack head-on. Although these first and second-tier attacks did not cause her any great harm, they were still effective.

But if she has too much, she will get hurt and lose her magic.

With a flap of her wings, Margaret soared into the sky and began to circle.

Ron also took the opportunity to give Margaret dozens of bottles of Archel Potion and Silver Elixir to replenish her strength.