The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556 Poor Route Choice

The novelty of being a Karl lasted about ten minutes, then Hawk returned to his space and his natural form.

Talking to people was overrated. They just kept asking him strange questions about flying, or wanted to touch his feathers.

Rae smirked as Hawk retreated to safety. [See, being here in the shadows is far superior to being out there where people who can bother you. We can't all be Thor, who people naturally want to love on and groom.]

[Have you considered not trying to jump scare people?] Cara asked.

[Considered it, rejected the thought.] Rae confirmed.

Karl chuckled at their interactions and the way that they just accepted Hawk's decision that trying to be human was overrated. But now he knew how to do it, so if he wanted to come out in places where his natural body was too large to fit, he would be capable of it.

No more forced sidelining if they were fighting indoors, though he would likely just remain in his space anyhow and cast out from there.

The fact that they could use skills while in their spaces was the ultimate advantage for the beasts. If they didn't want to interact, they didn't have to, and nobody could bother them in there.

She did come outside for the night watch, though. If there were any lost monsters or stragglers, she wanted the advantage of already being in the area when she detected them. It could save nearly a second in the process between finding them and eating them.

She was the only one from Karl's group that was on watch that night, the rest of the work was being done by the Spellblades. The first light of dawn was Rae's signal to go to bed, and Hawk's signal to start scouting. He could do it at night now, as his vision had changed with his evolution, and he no longer had any issues seeing at night. But that was Rae's turn to hunt, and he didn't want to start family strife.

[There are merchants coming. They must have started moving very early. From the south.] Hawk informed them not long after taking off.

That was not the expected direction, as the road led through the area that had been affected by the spawn in that direction. But if they had come through that way, they should have additional information about the situation. Perhaps it had been mostly cleared, and they wouldn't have to go east to get around the dangers.

"Prepare for visitors. They're coming from the south, out of the danger zone, so they might be in rough shape." Karl warned the Spellblades.

The group was jogging down the road, and Karl noticed that they also didn't have a wagon with them. They had large backpacks full of supplies, but the packs looked like they were hastily assembled, and not the sort of pack that one would choose for a long journey.

Karl stepped out to the edge of the road and raised a hand in greeting as they came into sight, hoping they would stop to give some answers.

The group was entirely made of Trolls, the slender blue skinned variety, and they had a Royal Rank shaman leading them.

Karl could feel the elemental magic lingering on him, like a scent of ozone, but not an actual smell.

The Shaman stopped in front of Karl and bowed slightly, panting hard from the run with a pack on.

"I take it that the road south of here isn't safe? We were coming across from the west and had to turn north to avoid trouble." Karl greeted him.