Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

After agreeing on a signal with Flying Eagle, the two separated to search for traces in the vicinity.

The camp tents were intact, with no obvious signs of fighting or damage. There was even water boiling on the campfire.

Henry suspected that they had an accident while searching for ingredients in the nearby woods.

Sure enough, as Henry crossed the stream and headed towards the woods, he noticed faint traces of water on the ground. He continued along the watermarks.

Under a big tree, there were many different kinds of footprints, barefoot footprints.

There was a body on the ground, bound by a rope, that looked like it had been dead for several days. It had just been lowered from the tree.

It was a familiar tactic; Henry roughly understood the situation.

He whistled the tune he had agreed upon with Flying Eagle. A moment later, Flying Eagle arrived.

"So, Henry, have you found Lorian and the others? I haven't noticed anything unusual in my direction."

"If I'm not mistaken, I roughly know where they are. Come over here and take a look at this arrow in the tree; does it belong to one of them?"

Henry pointed to the arrow that had severed the ropes binding the corpse.

After observing carefully for a while, Flying Eagle confirmed:

“That’s right, these are Lorian’s arrows. She had a habit of making a small fork in one of the feathers at the end of the arrow, which she believed would make her more accurate. But where has she gone?”

"If I'm not mistaken, they must have encountered the Mofri family while searching for ingredients in this area. They are a perverted and disgusting cannibalistic tribe."

They are scattered along the Ronok Ridge east of New Hanover, and we are currently on the edge of their range. There are many of them, but thankfully they are spread out.

This method of hanging dead people from trees to attract passersby to look, and then capturing the living, is their most effective trap.

The good news is that Lorian and her group shouldn't be killed yet, and they won't take the dead with them. They prefer to cut fresh flesh from living people to cook.

But we must find them as soon as possible, otherwise, who knows when they might end up on the dinner table.

"Then let's hurry and chase after them, they shouldn't have gone too far," Flying Eagle said anxiously. He had only been out for a few days and had already lost two of his companions, which made him feel guilty, angry and helpless.

"Don't rush, calm down, Flying Eagle. They've been gone for a while now. Acting impulsively won't help. You need to learn to control yourself. Otherwise, you'll only end up hurting yourself again. Don't worry, I have a way to find them."

“Follow me. I know the approximate location of one of their hiding places. Lorian and the others will most likely be imprisoned there.”

Henry didn't waste any words. After summoning his horse, he activated Eagle Eye and quickly tracked the trail.

"Follow me and stay alert; this area is a cougar's hunting range. Apply scent masking agent."

People from the Mofri family or cougars could appear at any time along this road.

Let's not wait until they're found, and then get ourselves caught up in the mess.

He handed Eagle a box of scent masking agent. Eagle didn't refuse; although Native Americans had their own methods for masking scents, they all required time to prepare. Now wasn't the time to worry about that.

After applying the camouflage, Henry led Flying Eagle along the path, quickly heading upstream along the Comassa River. After walking for about a few kilometers, they stopped at a small fork in the road.

"Next, we'll dismount and walk over. Horses are too conspicuous and difficult to hide on, so bring your weapons. They might be nearby. Once we find their hideout, don't act rashly."

We need to first observe how many people are in their camp and their distribution before formulating a rescue plan. Remember, our focus is on rescuing people, not killing them. Don't act rashly later, understand?

Flying Eagle nodded, indicating that he understood.

After a brief period of disguise, the two carefully walked a few hundred meters further and spotted a campsite not far away. Perhaps they had had a good day, because the campsite was bustling with activity, and their cheerful shouts could be heard from afar.

Henry took out his binoculars and carefully observed the camp. There were about a dozen people at the cave entrance, but no one was on the perimeter for warning. The situation inside the cave was unclear.

Henry gestured for Flying Eagle to come closer and said softly, "There are too many enemies, and the risk of fighting is too great. We cannot guarantee the safety of Lorian and the others."

Therefore, we need to use a strategy. I plan to first use potent carnivorous bait to lure the American troops or black bears over, causing turmoil, and then we will split into two groups.

"You're in charge of firing from a distance to draw most of the people to chase you, then I'll sneak into the cave and rescue them. Any questions?"

“No problem, I’ll try my best to lure them all away. I’m leaving Lorian and Antora’s safety to you.”

"Remember the eagle, your task is only to lure them in, not to kill them."

Of course, if you have the chance to kill, it's best to kill the enemy when they're already dead. But you can't force it; you must ensure your own safety first, understand?

After we finish the mission, I'll take them to the campsite we visited this morning to meet you. If something goes wrong and we can't get there, then wait for us at the post office in Annesburg or at Oakleigh Pool, where we came from the day before yesterday. Got it?

The eagle nodded, indicating that it understood.

Then the two of them applied odor-masking agent to their bodies again.

Tell the eagle to hide well, and then you'll create a commotion to attract the enemy.

Henry threw several potent baits towards the cave, then found a large rock and quietly hid, waiting for his chance.

Time passed by, and night gradually fell.

Suddenly, Henry heard a faint noise and saw a gray-yellow cougar appear in his field of vision.

Its lithe figure appeared and disappeared in the night, cautiously sniffing the air.

They slowly crept toward the powerful bait placed near the cave, getting close to the Mofri people who were cheering and preparing to eat.

20 meters...10 meters...7 meters, suddenly the American division lunged forward and bit down precisely on the neck of a Mofri man, perfectly completing an instant kill.

By the time the others realized what was happening, it had already killed three people, and chaos erupted at the cave entrance.

The eagle seized the opportunity and began firing rapidly from a distance.

By the time the Movery family finished dealing with the cougar, the cougar and the eagle together had killed about 10 people, and several others had suffered non-fatal injuries.

Meanwhile, the commotion at the entrance also attracted the attention of the people inside the cave, and soon more than a dozen people carrying shotguns rushed out.

After they joined up with the remaining seven or eight people at the gate, they left a few of the more seriously injured to guard the base, and together they made nearly 20 people who rushed towards the direction of the Flying Eagle.