Jack took a menacing half-step forward, pointed at Brian Carter, and said, “A human with elven blood, you actually dared to defile the druid royal princess! Wash away your sins with your blood! Even the dragon clan wouldn’t dare do such a thing as defiling the druid royal princess!”

The ten druids quickly tried to spread out again. Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, Brian Carter immediately fired his Sera Gun at another gray wolf.

A blast of ultra-cold air, visible to the naked eye, shot out. The gray wolf, already prepared, kicked off with its hind legs and dodged to the side. Brian Carter fired another shot at the airborne gray wolf with his Sera Gun.

Crash...

The second gray wolf shattered into pieces of ice. The druids, who had been spreading out, all stopped in their tracks, staring in surprise at the strange iron tube in Brian Carter’s hand.

At the very instant this magical iron tube released its cold air, they even felt as if they were hallucinating—hearing the roar of a dragon for a split second.

They had heard of magical weapons like magic knives, magic arrows, magic staffs, and magic swords, and some had even seen them in person. But this oddly-shaped magical iron tube was something they were seeing for the first time; they never knew such a thing existed in the world.

What surprised Jack the most was that when the Sera Gun attacked, the user didn’t channel any magic power as a trigger, yet was still able to activate the weapon’s magic.

Except for legendary artifacts, any magical weapon—no matter how powerful—requires the user to release a trace of magic as a trigger to activate the magic within.

In battle, both warriors and mages usually rely on sensing that trace of magic to dodge or counterattack opponents wielding magical weapons.

Could this be an artifact? Jack glanced at the thick iron tube and quickly dismissed the thought. All artifacts in the world possess proud souls; unless you’re a top-tier expert, you can’t even hold one, let alone use it.

What is this? A new magical weapon developed by humans? Jack eyed Brian Carter suspiciously, forming a strange seal with his hands in front of his chest. His rugged face suddenly flushed red, and thick veins bulged across his cheeks.

A string of strange, unintelligible words tumbled from Jack’s mouth. The temperature in the forest suddenly dropped by several degrees, and a chill drifted through the air.

Two wolf howls rang out, and a whirlwind whipped up beside Jack. In the blink of an eye, two strong gray wolves appeared at his side.

“Summoning?”

The moment Brian Carter exclaimed in surprise, the other druids imitated Jack, quickly forming hand seals and chanting spells. Whirlwinds rose up in the forest, and in the blink of an eye, each of them had a strong gray wolf by their side.

Brian Carter aimed his Sera Gun directly at Jack. A chill rose up behind Jack, as if a venomous snake was staring at him from the shadows.

A dozen or so eager druids stared nervously at Brian Carter. The village had already lost its first warrior, Megan Parker. If anything happened to Jack as well, there would be no hope of winning the fight against the barbarian village.

Both sides were wary of each other. In such a tense moment, no one dared to make a move, fearing it would provoke the other side.

After a moment of silence, Brian Carter felt his gun-wielding hand growing numb and sore. If this went on, he’d die of exhaustion even if he wasn’t shot. Suddenly, he remembered the earlier conversation between Jack and Katherine, something about Megan Parker being seriously injured.

Damn it! I have potions! If it’s just external injuries, I can just heal him! Even if I can’t cure him, I can at least buy some time and figure out a way to escape!

How stupid! Brian Carter cursed himself inwardly, then cautiously said, “Don’t act rashly, I have something to say. I just heard that one of your warriors was injured, right? If I can heal him, and you confirm that this woman is still a virgin, how do you plan to compensate and thank me?”

Compensate? Thank? The dozen or so druids were all stunned. Jack looked at Brian Carter with deep suspicion in his eyes. He knew all too well how serious Megan Parker’s injuries were.

The barbarian village’s top expert, Boar, possessed the formidable strength of a first-rank human-level warrior and was the only one who could use the barbarian skill “Battle Rage Pummel.”

Megan Parker had been struck by “Battle Rage Pummel,” which instantly broke more than thirty of his bones, shattered four ribs, and left not a single internal organ intact.

If not for his strong will, Megan Parker would have already returned to the embrace of the god of nature.

With such injuries, even the legendary night elf clan’s healing springs probably couldn’t cure him. A blood sacrifice was the only solution.

After a brief silence, Jack said thoughtfully, “If you really can heal Megan Parker, and it turns out we wronged you, we’ll make sure you leave Paradise Forest safely.”

“What a generous gift~~”

Brian Carter’s sarcastic tone made the druids’ rough faces flush red. Compared to saving a life, Jack’s offer was indeed too meager.

Jack’s expression turned a bit awkward as he said, “If you truly can heal Megan Parker, and it’s confirmed we wronged you, the druids will naturally show enough sincerity to express our apology.”