After coming out of the Belland Forest, the atmosphere of the 'Intruder' team was slightly silent.

A song of the grief of the generous who died, the emerald eyes of despair of fate. When its massive body collapsed with a bang, it really shocked everyone present.

Did we force him to death, or did we just act as an accomplice to 'Loneliness'? Barrett had no way of knowing.

The barbarian is a veteran adventurer who is accustomed to life and death, and hundreds of monsters of various types have died at his hands, so he is very open to such things.

However, even with no sympathy for the monster, Barrett still believes that the Treant named 'Rum' should be remembered, but they are not qualified to be remembered.

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The journey continues.

Judging from the map, the 'Lady of Windsor's Cabin' is not too far from the 'Belland Forest', and everyone is constantly harassed by ferocious animals and giant insects.

Aren't there any ordinary creatures in this strange hill?" Barrett sighed to herself.

He pressed the sword in his left hand against the jagged jaw of a giant fire ant, and with the battle axe in his other hand, he repeatedly struck the bright red carapace of the fire ant's head.

The axe collided with the chitin carapace, making a crisp sound.

One axe, two axes, three axes, the arc-shaped hard carapace of the fire ant's head was forcibly smashed out of a crack by the brute like iron. Then, he raised his right hand in the air, preparing to take off the monster in front of him.

The fire ant, the size of a ploughing ox, angrily tried to spit out a viscous flame from its mouthparts that could be caught on a person's body, but after trying to vomit for a long time, it only spewed out a few orange-red fire chips.

Because it's been squirted before.

Dots of fire kept slapping against Barrity's leather armor, but they didn't have the slightest effect. In the next moment, the resonant tomahawk in Barrett's right hand fell heavily, shattering the carapace of the fire ant's head and all the brains inside, finally dealing with the giant fire-breathing insect.

The third, Barrett counted silently in his mind. But the battle didn't end there.

He turned his head to look around, and saw behind Felix, the bard, followed by more than twenty giant fire ants. The two sides kept circling around a rock more than two meters high, and it seemed that they had a lot of fun.

The dwarf mage Theodore Shingold stood on the rock with a serious face, pointing the twisted wooden staff in his hand at the running ants, chanting something in his mouth.

About a minute later, a bolt of blue lightning shot out from the tip of Theodore Shinkling's staff, striking directly into the colony of ants behind Felix's buttocks, and crackling and jumping between the colonies.

The second-ring spell 'Electric Shock Circuit' has very average damage, but at least it's a group attack spell, and it also has some paralyzing effects.

The two fire ants, who had chased the power of thunder and lightning while running, fell to the ground in smoke and convulsions. But they didn't die because of this, they were just stunned by the electric shock, and it didn't take long for them to stagger back up.

However, Barrett will not give them such a chance.

"Take them for a run away and come back in a minute. Barrett shouted to the free-running bard.

"I, I, where should I go, go?" the bard asked, gasping. His cloak, scratched and burned like rags, fluttered in the wind.

"See that dead tree over there, yes, yes, that's it. Run there, circle around the dead tree, and come back. Barrett instructed in a loud voice.

"I'll go along and see if anything happens. "The parrot, arranging its feathers on the edge of the rock, fluttered its wings and flew in the direction of the bard.

After seeing the bard leading the colony away, Barrett walked up to the two fainting fire ants, aimed the sword in his hand at the junction between the ant's head and chest and abdomen, closed one eye and aimed it carefully, and then slashed down with a sword......

After easily disposing of the two fainted monsters, Barrett chatted with the gnome mage who was resting on the rock, teasing the bored little ghost (Barrett wouldn't let her join the fight), and then took a wine bag from the spatial ring, took a large sip of rye beer, and motioned to the dwarf mage. The dwarf mage waved his hand, and Barrett took another sip of his own, then sighed pleasantly, and finally looked at the bard who had come back in the distance with a colony of ants and a thick cloud of smoke.

Barrett couldn't help but be surprised that this guy was able to attract the attention (hatred?) of these monsters so firmly by just throwing a small rock at the fire ant colony.

It seems that this fool with a handsome face not only likes women, but even the monsters he meets on the road "love" him so passionately that Barrett can only attribute it to talent in addition to doubts.

The vigorous long-distance running team continued and roared in front of everyone. The brute, who had rested a little, shook the resonant tomahawk in his hand and threw it towards the slowest fire ant at the end of the line.

The tomahawk swirled, and with the sound of the howling wind, it was hard embedded in the fire ant's belly.

Immediately after, the bronze ring emitted a faint beep, and the battle axe in the fire ant's abdomen shook from side to side, and then it was pulled out with a 'snap', and flew back into Barrit's hand at high speed.

A yellow-colored liquid splattered from the breach, and the fire ants stopped running, turning their heads in anger for their attackers.

After seeing the murder weapon in Barrit's hand that was still dripping with yellow body fluids, the victim angrily wanted to come over and "accuse" him, and spewed a sticky flame thick phlegm at Barrett halfway through.

Barrett dodged and met him with his sword.

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When the battle was over, Felix the bard sat on the edge of the rock, sweating profusely, tilting his head, sticking out his tongue, and gasping for breath. His eyes were staring blankly at a fern at his feet, and he was completely exhausted.

"Good job!" Barrett said heartily to the young man as he cleaned up the battlefield.

"Thanks, thanks, thanks. The bard's eyes searched blankly for a long time, and finally focused on Barrett's body, "I, I will write this experience into a song and a ballad, and when I have the opportunity to sing and sing it to Sister Agatha." ”

In her dealings with the bard, Barrett heard the name 'Agatha' from time to time, and it seemed that she was one of the more important people in the hearts of young people.

The barbarian was not interested in other people's private affairs, so he carefully removed the sac that could spit flame slime from the head of the giant fire ant, and then picked and packed a few well-preserved ant carcasses with carapaces.

Because of the time, Barrett only collected a few things, and the intruder team hit the road again.

Towards evening, Barritt and his party finally arrived at the building on the map called 'Lady Windsor's Cottage'.

In fact, the building in front of you is not a simple 'hut', but a small castle made of rock, earth, and tree branches.

This small castle stands alone on the hills, with no other villages or settlements around. A narrow moat was also dug around the castle. The water inside the moat was muddy, and there was even some excrement and food scraps floating on it.

Not only that, but this small castle has a large number of guards, which are scattered all over the castle gates, walls, and towers.

However, these guards were not humans, but kobolds in tree armor and holding stone javelins.

"Stop!" a kobold in an iron helmet shouted to Barrett and the others at the door, "What are you doing here?"

"We're here for Lady Windsor. Barrett replied, "Excuse me, does she live in this 'majestic' castle?"

"Of course!" said the iron-helmeted kobold, waving the small piece of iron in his hand, with a proud expression, "Madame is the master, the owner of the castle, the master of the kobold!"

Could it be that this 'Lady of Windsor' is also a kobold, and a kobold queen?" Barrett guessed irresponsibly in her mind.

"We want to go inside the castle and talk to the 'beautiful and admired' Lady of Windsor, but I wonder if we can?" he asked.

"Go into the city, collect taxes, ask for gold!" said the kobold in the iron helmet. It took the small piece of iron in its hand and counted the companions behind Barrett, "Four men, four gold coins! Birds, a pound of meat!"

Four gold coins plus a pound of meat? I'll rub it, this entry tax is a bit high! Barrett put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and kept weighing in his heart, whether he should pay the tax obediently, or just order it and kill it.

In the end, the barbarian chose to pay the tax obediently. Because the rest of the team was already a little tired from the repeated battles (mainly the bards), it was best not to make any more extraneous troubles at this time.

After paying the full amount of taxes, Barrett and the others, led by the Kobold in Iron Helmet, entered the castle.

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