Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

Time always flies when you're surviving in the wild, and four days passed in a flash.

The makeshift five-person team is cleaning up the battlefield.

On the ground were several dead lizardman guards.

They were sent by the shapeshifting mayor, or rather, by Stanley's orders, to track down the trail.

He was ambushed by five people, but the situation was easily resolved.

Clint wiped the dark green bloodstains from his long-handled axe with a rough cloth and complained, "How come Stanley's power is so great?"

"Besides the town guards, there are actually search teams composed of other races."

"We've only been out for four days, and we've already encountered six enemy attacks."

Rhodes drank a bottle of healing potion: "This shows just how large the 'Black Hand' has become, and it also gives you an idea of ​​how much it cost to build this force."

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Because everyone knows where the money came from.

Harvey, seeing that the battlefield was mostly cleared up, called out:

"Oh, everyone, let's hurry and leave this area while it's still light so we can get to the next location to start a fire and cook."

The group continued their journey in a moving formation.

When they left the town, Harvey and Rhodes decided to head west.

The dense jungle in the northwest makes them difficult to track.

Once the pursuers decrease in number, we'll figure out a way to circle back to Phil town.

Little did they know that the battles along the way never ceased.

Rhodes was certainly enjoying it.

Combat means experience.

Moreover, Harvey is an outstanding commander.

Under his detailed command and planning, victory could be achieved even by simply firing fire arrows.

So Rhodes was in a pretty good mood for the past three days.

But not everyone is like him.

The elf had been harboring a deep resentment these past few days.

She also knew that saying such discouraging things in front of her team members was a very demoralizing thing to do.

So her complaints quickly filled Rhodes' ears.

Just as the group was moving to different positions, Avira, who was at the back of the line, moved next to Rhodes, who was second to last.

"Rhodes!"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Are you crazy? You're out there fighting and wandering all day, and you're still so cheerful?"

"Heh." Rhodes chuckled. "You're too young. You don't understand my joy."

"Of course, I'm referring to age."

Avira retorted, "I may not be very big among elves, but compared to you, I could be your ancestor."

"Alright, ancestors, judging by this pace of pursuit, we'll probably have to stay in the jungle for a few more days."

"That won't do, I'm a dignified..." She suddenly lowered her voice:

"Why should I, a dignified elf princess, suffer like this with a human like you?"

"I want to go back!"

Rhodes glanced back at the fuming Avira and tried to reason with her.

"Putting aside the fact that we're a small team, just based on the fact that we destroyed that batch of potions in the 'Black Hand' warehouse that night, do you think Chairman Stanley will let you off the hook?"

"Besides, I'm worried about you going back alone."

"What are you worried about?? What's it to you?!"

Ivy's face flushed red, and her voice suddenly became louder.

Upon hearing this, Paril, who was in the middle of the group, came over and stood on Rhodes' side.

She said to Avira with dissatisfaction, "Rhodes has been providing you with food and shelter all this time, you should learn to repay his kindness."

"Tch, you human brat, go back to eating your milk." Ivy rolled her eyes.

The group traveled a distance further and came to a relatively clean open space.

Clint, who was leading the way, stopped in his tracks.

Harvey looked around: "Let's stay here tonight."

Everyone started working in tacit agreement.

Rhodes and Parril gathered firewood, while Clint carried two giant grouse, each half the size of Parril, out of the woods.

Harvey pulled out a pot and utensils he had scavenged from the goblins and began adding various seasonings to the pot.

I don't know where Avira has gone.

Rhodes easily lit the fire, with a pot on top of it.

The pot contains various vegetables, spices, and large chunks of grouse.

Beside the fire were wooden sticks of varying thicknesses and lengths, each skewered with chicken meat, stuck diagonally into the ground, facing the blazing flames.

The aroma of soup mingled with the scent of grilled meat fat in the air, whetting the appetite.

In the wilderness, having a dinner like this is quite a luxury.

The four of them sat around the fire, feeling the warmth of the flames, waiting for dinner to be served.

A short while later.

Faint footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Avira came into view.

She was not wearing heavy armor or protective gear.

Her upper body was a finely crafted olive green belted hunting outfit that perfectly accentuated her full shoulders and proudly upright figure.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of dark brown riding breeches that hugged her beautiful and voluptuous legs, and the skin of her exposed calves was as smooth as soft jade.

Avira plopped down next to Rhodes, exuding a faint scent of lily of the valley.

Rhodes glanced at the other person.

Her long, golden hair was wet, and water droplets clung to her round, fair cheeks, making her look even more delicate.

Her lips were rosy, and her alluring golden eyes held a hint of disdain: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen an elf who's taken a bath before?"

I've only ever seen it in movies and TV shows.

Rhodes looked away.

"Aren't you afraid of danger acting alone? Next time, I suggest you bring Paril along."

Upon hearing this, Paril, who was sitting on the other side of Rhodes, looked Avira up and down, noting her tall and voluptuous figure.

"I'm not going with her." Paril then looked at Rhodes: "We can go together next time."

It's a deal.

Avira snorted coldly, not bothering to reply.

She seemed to be imagining some kind of scene.

After a moment, he turned his head away and gave a cold snort.

The campfire leaped in the setting sun.

After Harvey thoughtfully distributed the cutlery, he lifted the pot lid.

The thick, white chicken soup was bubbling away, with vegetables and grouse meat floating to the surface from time to time, bringing warmth and a rich, savory aroma.

Paril carefully held a bowl full of chicken soup in both hands.

She puffed out her cheeks, blew hard a few times, and then carefully sipped it along the edge.

I felt the rich, fragrant chicken soup turn into a warm current, flowing down my throat and into my stomach.

Paril breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

Avira picked up a piece of roasted chicken and took small, elegant bites.

The grouse here are rich in fat, and you can feel the juices bursting out when you take a bite.

The aroma of coarse salt and charred grilling filled my mouth.

She nodded slightly, indicating that she was fairly satisfied.

Rhodes also picked up a skewer of roasted chicken.

I was thinking to myself that this barbecue was still a bit lacking.

If you could marinate the meat beforehand, grill it over charcoal, sprinkle it with chili powder, and add a can of ice-cold cola, it would be perfect.

The dinner was very large, and everyone ate with gusto, finishing off both grouse completely.

The moon climbed to the treetops.

Harvey and Clint took over the first half of the night watch, and the simple camp soon fell silent.