After leaving the Withered Forest, Loren and the expedition were greeted with an endless "battle royale". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was impossible for the Ogre of the Withered Forest, who had not been slaughtered, to catch up with the War Dancers, but it also exposed the whereabouts of the entire expedition - along the way, Ogre constantly rushed out of the surrounding forest, cutting the road one at a time, interrupting the trip, and annoying the expedition.

Once you stop pestering, you will end up surrounded by more monsters around you, and if you don't destroy them, you will be discovered again, and you will be chased and intercepted more times.

That's why the monster didn't kill them all in the Withered Forest, because it was necessary.

The entire expedition is now completely exposed to the watchful eye of the "Mezca", and they have become the playthings of this evil god, ravaging and rubbing and rounding them with its wanton manipulation, and crumbling and disintegrating them little by little.

And now, it's clearly become one of its "funs".

On several occasions in quick succession, Loren could clearly perceive that the ogres around him had completely surrounded them, but he was still able to find his way out of the siege - and when he did, he found that he had only jumped from one trap to another.

This wasn't the first time Loren had fallen into someone else's trap, but it was the hardest to endure, with an indescribable wave of nausea and torment, and he was holding back his anger every moment.

As long as they have not escaped the pursuit of ogres, as long as they are still watched by the evil gods, destruction and death are the final and inevitable fate of the expedition.

This is a trick of the other party, a means used to break one's own will, and only by staying calm and rational can one turn the tables on oneself!

"Two ogres are rushing over—!"

The roar of a certain war dancer was heard in the back row, and before the words could be spoken, the tree on one side broke in two, and the broken trunk kicked up a huge amount of smoke and dust, cutting off the entire expedition from the center.

"Keep going, don't stop!" shouted Loren, who was running wildly among the trees, "Go to the right and get around them!"

"But the warriors in the back have been blocked......" Isuria on the side was halfway through when another red figure turned and ran away.

"Shut up and move on, give them to me—!!!"

Crossing several big trees one after another, the tense female elf was like a war bow ready to attack, her right foot broke the branch that supported her body, and her slender figure galloped out like an arrow from the string!

The two ogres who rushed out immediately noticed the movement, but it was too late for them to become obese.

Riya, who appeared out of thin air in the dense forest, held the spear in both hands, and only the afterimage of her could be seen in the howling wind, and a shot pierced the ogre's head!

The roaring second monster roared and prepared to attack, only to be rounded up by the blocking Rear War Dancers - spears ripped through its tendons, and deadly spears plunged into its throat!

But the battle is not over...... The movement in the forest immediately attracted more ogres, and the sudden sound of two monsters blocking the front of the expedition, and listening to the sound of more ogres nearby.

Are you going to surround us again?

Loren was well aware of the tricks, of course, but the reality was so cruel - if they didn't get into the next trap, the enemy behind them would drown them, and the overrun expedition would have to face enemies from all sides.

At that moment, in addition to all the routs and fleeing for their lives, it is the end of being surrounded and annihilated, and no matter which expeditionary team will be completely destroyed!

No, there is actually a way...... A convicted thought came to Loren's mind, and his dark pupils contracted slightly.

Only absolute sanity and calmness are the key to defeating the enemy, and the slightest excess emotion is stupid.

"Isuria!" Loren called out the young dancer's name, "Tell all the dancers in the back at once, turn around and break to the left!"

"Yes!" Not daring to slack off, Isuria broke away from the front and chased after the figure of the female elf just now.

The black-haired wizard slammed his right hand down, and the twenty or so war dancers at the forefront stopped, the eldest one stopped behind Loren, from the Morning Star Forest.

The ogres in front and on both sides had rushed towards them, and the soldiers of the expedition who had not been given the order remained in place, and there was no fear in their eyes.

"What are you going to do?" asked the older war dancer.

"Before that, can you tell me your name?" Loren turned his head with a look of great sincerity: "I'm sorry I don't know what your name is after so long, please accept my apology." ”

"Nothing, we don't really know you very well. The older war dancer shook his head absently, "Just call me Graces, I'm also from the Morning Star Forest, and you saved my life on the big tree wall." ”

"Graces... Grace of Morning Star Forest......" The black-haired wizard nodded, read it very seriously, and looked at each other with a solemn expression: "Please forgive me, we could have been friends." ”

Graces was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood what he meant, and smiled as if relieved: "You don't mind, we have been prepared for this since we came with you - we will hold them back as much as we can, and the monster called 'Metzca' will be handed over to you!"

"This is my last ignition agent. Throwing the bottle full of alchemy liquid to the other party, Loren, who no longer hesitated, turned around and retreated: "No matter what, don't leave regrets!"

"Goodbye... Lord Wizard ......"

Resolute Graces, wielding his spear and leading the two dozen or so war dancers who had stayed behind, rushed towards the ogres who roared at them.

The explosion of the ignition charge rang out in the distance behind him, and the wardancers, who had caught the attention of the monsters, bought time for the expedition to run in the predetermined direction of the Eternal Night Forest, but turned to the other side, to a beach in the upper reaches of the Fallen Leaf River.

Loren no longer looked behind him, those war dancers would never survive, surrounded by more than forty ogres, death was already a foregone conclusion.

The screams of ogres, the screams of the fallen dancers, the cries of slaughter and ravage...... When the last explosion resounded through the forest, Loren finally joined the rest of the expeditionary soldiers.

The frightened war dancers sat on the banks of the tidal flats of the Fallen Leaf River, their faces numb and staring into the distance—they had finally broken free from the ogre's encirclement, but at the cost of the lives of the robes.

They are dead, but they themselves are alive......

The dark-haired wizard with a calm face stood at the edge of the forest, staring in the direction of the last flash of fire. There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

"Lord Loren, what are we going to do next?" Isuria swallowed hard, "Those ogres will catch up soon, if you don't leave soon......"

"How much longer?"

"Huh?"

"How long will it take to get from here to the Eternal Night Forest?!"

"If you don't change direction, there will be ten more days!" the young war dancer was still a little frightened, "But be careful, if you go around the fallen leaf riverbank, it will be about fifteen days." ”

Fifteen days...... It would definitely be safer to choose a normal way of thinking, but the evil god would definitely think the same way, and there must be more ambushes and traps waiting on the way.

Slowly torture and bleed, and finally let the entire expedition collapse without a fight, that is its purpose.

Are you so afraid that we will come to the door? The black-haired wizard brought a cold "smile" that made Isuria, who was standing next to her, feel a chill to her bones.

"You just said ten days, right?"

"Uh... Yes, but if you take the safer path, it should take fifteen days......"

"Eight days! Eight days to the Eternal Night Forest - I don't remember it or not, find the nearest way, whatever it takes, I'm going to raid there in eight days, understand?!"

"Clear, understood!" a trembling Isuria nodded sharply.

Time is of the essence right now - being able to launch a surprise attack before Mezka catches her whereabouts once again will determine the success or failure of the entire expedition.

Mezca...... This time, it's us attacking, wait, you can't escape!