The howls of the gnolls behind him continued intermittently, mournful and piercing, causing immense fear.
Mantou sped up along the deep path in the valley, shaking off the pursuers behind him, and reached an open area, finally escaping, breathless and alive.
"Huff... huff..."
"It's really strange, where did so many gnolls come from, and they're all mutants."
Mantou looked up and saw a delicate wooden cabin suddenly appear on the mountainside of the snow peak. The roof made of log rolls was covered with thick snow, and warm firelight glowed from the window.
"Where is this?"
Mantou curiously approached.
He knew that encountering such a wooden cabin in this uninhabited deep mountain definitely meant something peculiar, but for players, it was impossible not to investigate this kind of place.
"Never mind! Let's just go in and see!"
Mantou gritted his teeth, making up his mind.
With a light creak, Mantou gently pushed open the wooden door and entered the cabin.