"Is this... a beast?" Baron's pupils shrank.
He carefully examined the dense claw marks on the cliff face and the four deep little holes occasionally placed at the positions of the phalanges.
"No! These aren't the marks of a beast's claws; they must be from so kind of... Yes, they should be traces of Finger Tiger!" Baron pondered for a mont before speaking in a deep voice. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire
But soon, his expression beca puzzled again.
Clearly, these could not have been made by 'Skull Crusher' Walord since Walord was experienced in using a one-handed Warhamr; if mory served, his secondary weapon was supposed to be a short Dagger.
Baron touched the occasional obvious fist impressions, murmuring, "Such an effect wouldn't be possible without over a decade of rigorous practice...."
"Which ans, these definitely weren't left by Walord..."
Everyone at the scene looked at each other with bewildernt!
"This... Captain, is it possible that the young Baron Rein is also a martial arts genius?" One of the team mbers asked hesitantly after mulling over it.
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About an hour later, near the sea surface of the island where the Iron Beak Sea Eagle was located, sothing resembling a periscope suddenly erged.
After the lens rotated around, two n dressed in special leather coats appeared above the surface of the water.
"Brigadier General, I feel you needn't have co to et him personally," the younger man beside him said.
"Walord, that guy, always had an ambiguous attitude towards us. Now that the Black Sail Pirate Group has been completely destroyed by the Dragan Empire's navy, only then does he think of us."
"Heh, it really is a 'won't shed tears until they see the coffin' kind of guy; now, his value to our Federation has greatly diminished," he said with a smiling face.
The middle-aged man beside him nodded his head, seemingly in agreent with the young man's analysis. However, he changed his tone and said:
"Although the Black Sail Pirate Group has been wiped out, Walord's personal strength is very good, a senior level-three Wizard Apprentice and Great Knight; he still can be worthwhile to rope in."
"That's true... It's impressive that he managed to escape this ti," the young man pondered and then agreed after thinking.
"Additionally, the most important point is that, according to reliable information, Walord knows the location of an ancient goblin ruin on a remote island."
"It's very possible that there, in that ruin, lies the power device solution that our Eagle Federation has been unable to conquer," the middle-aged man revealed an important piece of information.
"So, that's also why I personally ca over," he disclosed.
"I see!" The young man's face clearly showed surprise upon hearing this news.
Soon, the two n arrived at the location indicated by the communication device, near Walord's fish grilling bonfire from before.
"Eh? Where is he?"
"The device is right here; this should be the place, no mistake." After searching and finding no trace of Walord, the young man imdiately expanded the search area.
"Brigadier General, there are footprints here... should be Walord's, this direction...."
Following Walord's footprints, the two quickly found themselves near the cliff.
Upon seeing a scene that looked like a small-scale war had taken place, they exchanged puzzled looks.
After inspecting the site, the young man pointed to a place on the ground with scattered footprints and said:
"Sir, it must be the empire's navy pursuers; they discovered Walord before us. This line of footprints is the best proof."
The middle-aged man nodded, affirming the young man's judgnt.
Feeling encouraged by his superior's agreent, the young man continued with his analysis:
"Over there on the cliff, there are many traces of a Dual-Handed Greatsword chopping, which indicates that among the imperial search team, there is a master-level swordsman."
"And on this side of the cliff, there are many claw-like weapon marks as well, indicating there is another expert close to the master level."
"At the sa ti, there are scratches from a Dagger on the cliff, yet no hamr marks from Walord's favored weapon, which is very strange..."
As the young man spoke, he resud his search and finally spotted marks on the ground resembling those of a heavy Warhamr impact.
"Found it, here, this is the imprint of his Skull Warhamr, eh, these are the marks of a two-handed hamr..." the young man joyfully exclaid.
"I get it, it was three against one!"
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