The battle was almost over, and a small burst of freezing rain extinguished the flames burning on the grassland, and evaporated puffs of smoke that obscured the figure of the little mage Krees.

Only the last living blight monster was left on the battlefield. It was crushed under the giant palm of Grov the bear, without cursing or pleading, like a dead wood without emotion, only the limbs kept moving.

"Get out of the Hanhai Grassland, you deformed monsters!" the bear-man yelled at the monster under his palm, then smashed it to pieces, "Rhachon le!" he yelled in a language Barrett didn't understand.

"Elf?" asked the guide next to him curiously,

"Yes. The bear man nodded, "My mother taught me when she was alive." ”

I didn't see it, but this stout guy still knew Elfish language!" Barrett put away the 'Metal Poetry' and guarded with a tomahawk in one hand.

"It's just a common swearing, and it probably means something like 'I curse you,' or 'go to hell.' Grove replied.

"Why did your mother teach you this?" said Jean, puzzled.

"Strictly speaking, I actually learned it from my mother. "Sometimes Mother would take a fancy to a dress in a shop in a human city, but the merchant would sell it too expensive, and she would whisper this after leaving the shop, and sometimes we would meet a group of goblin robbers in the steppe and fail to wipe them all out, and Mother would shout this to the back of the fleeing goblin, and more often than not, she would pluck a blooming redbud and whisper it to the flower." Over time, I learned. ”

It must have been a mother with a story, but I don't even remember what my own mother looked like. Barrett picked up a blighted monster's head and stared silently at the pair of tree-patterned eyes, or eye-shaped ones.

Women, who knows what's going on in their hearts?

The nearby merchant walked over to the crowd with the back of his injured hand, "Damn, I'm bleeding!" he said to the crowd, and then turned to the bodyguard who followed him and complained, "I've told you countless times, to be a bodyguard, you should at least prepare a shield, just like our Mr. Barrett, so that you can better protect your employer, that is, me!"

"Nothing to fuss about, just a few drops of blood. Red Crab looked nonchalant, "And I'm not good at using shields, it's too bulky to match my fighting style." What's more, it's not just shields that can be used for defense, a good warrior only needs a dagger to block all attacks. His dagger fluttered briskly across the tips of his fingers.

"All offenses?" the merchant shook the back of his bleeding hand twice in the air. "But I'm hurt"!

"It's such a small injury that even a six-year-old child wouldn't cry about. The red crab thrust the dagger back into his waist.

"I'm worried that the claws of these monsters may be highly poisonous!" the merchant looked sad, "If it's really poisonous, I don't know if the ordinary antidote will be effective, I remember that I still brought a few bottles, but they were all prepared ten years ago, it's been so long, I hope the potion doesn't spoil." ”

Ariel took out a bottle of emerald green potion, asked the red crab next to him to help him unscrew the cork, and put the potion under his nose and sniffed it, "It shouldn't have deteriorated, it's still this strange smell, it's similar to what I drank before." The merchant wrinkled his nose and said, "What did the mages make of this potion? Is it the sweat of a skunk? I haven't heard that it has a detoxifying effect." ”

"I prefer to use durian to describe the taste. Barrett tucked the blighted monster's head into the spatial ring, "At least when you drink it again, it will feel better." ”

Wisps of wind blew through the smoke not far away, causing the little mage to emerge from the steaming smoke and the other side of the wall of fire.

As far as the eye can see, it is a black world of dust and ashes, which is at odds with the vibrant greenery around it. All the creatures in the area, whether they were monsters like the Blighted Monsters or ordinary animals and plants, had turned into shapeless clumps of char. Occasionally, some rainwater drops that have not disappeared fall on the coke, making a faint 'clang' sound.

A wisp of ash fell on the tip of Barrit's nose with the breeze, and he rubbed it with his hand casually, his fingers turned black, and the tip of his nose also left a faint ink mark.

"You say, if it's just more destructive, what creature can compare to a mage?" the merchant asked in a whisper, looking at the scene before him.

He seemed to compare the mage to a separate species, a whole new species that had broken away from the human race, Barrett looked at the figure that flickered in the smoke. And others are not surprised by this, including the barbarians themselves.

"I guess it's the devil. "Some time ago, they caused an extremely terrible tragedy in the kingdom, and it was definitely much more tragic than the situation in front of them. ”

"Makes sense. The merchant nodded, then looked at the bear-man with a complicated expression, "What do you think?Grove, do you think there will be any creature more destructive than the devil?"

"Humans. In a low tone, Grove uttered a strange answer that was not recognized.

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After a brief cleaning of the battlefield, Barrett used his tracking experience to lead the group to follow the new traces left by the survivors. But it didn't take long for those new traces to split into two, which made it a little difficult for us rescuers.

"Is there a gathering place nearby?" the barbarian asked the guide, "Since these centaurs live in the Hanhai grassland, they should be familiar with the nearby terrain, and at least they will definitely know the direction of home." ”

Guide Jean glanced at the sky and then pointed to one of the traces, "If I'm not mistaken, there's a Centaur clan named 'Whitemane' to the east, which is the direction in which this trail is heading. ”

"What about the other trail line?" Barrett asked again.

"Nothing. Instead of the guide, the bearman replied, "These centaurs are all from the Whitemane Clan, and I know them. The surviving centaur was most likely wounded. Like the guide, he pointed to the east-facing trail, "and the other centaur is supposed to be trying to attract the attention of the monster and buy time for his companion." ”

"How shall we go?" Barrett looked at the little mage.

"For me, it's the same for everyone to be saved, after all, we don't know the two surviving centaurs. The little mage clasped his hands in front of his chest, "But it's better to save the one with a higher chance of survival, if you chase and see a corpse at the end, then it will be a long trip in vain." ”

"Let's go save this wounded centaur. "If he's really hurt, he shouldn't go far." The follow-up will be talked about when I meet that guy and confirm whether he is alive or dead. ”

"Then you go and save this, and I'll save the other. Bear Grov added, "If the other one is still alive, I will escort him back to the Whitemane Clan." After he finished speaking, he changed back into the form of a giant bear again, and ran off the trail into the distance, without even saying a word of farewell, as suddenly as he came.

"Let's not waste time. The little mage said to everyone, "Since you have decided to brush up on the prestige of these wilderness races, try not to give up halfway, maybe there will be some surprises when the brush is full." ”

The merchant looked at the little mage who slowly rose into the air, turned his head to Barrett and asked, "What do you mean by brushing reputation?"

"It's about making it easier for others to accept you. The brute replied as he understood.

"Oh, I see!" Ariel nodded abruptly. "Is this a special word used among mages?"

"I guess so. Barrett said uncertainly. He heard the merchant whisper the word repeated, as if trying to take it to heart.

After about an hour or so, the hoof prints of the centaur survivors suddenly disappeared. There were some traces of battle where the hoof prints had disappeared, and there were three goblin corpses and a broken bow with a dead bowstring lying in place.

As for the centaur survivor, he didn't know where he went.

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