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There are many types of monsters and monsters in the multiverse, and if you come across a monster that you haven't seen before, and don't know at all, how do you destroy it?

Adrien, the legendary adventurer known as the Gold Sniffer, summed up the situation brilliantly, and the most classic sentence was: "Cut off its head with all your might, if it has one." ”

On her first day as an adventurer, Barrett took this phrase to heart.

The body of a blight monster is almost entirely made of plants and trees, so its species should be classified as a mutant plant. However, once the head of the body was cut off, these mutant plants fell to the ground like ordinary humanoids, completely lifeless, and turned into a pile of dry rotten wood.

Barrett's resonant tomahawk in his left hand slashed down, splitting the dead branch monster in the air from head to toe from head to toe, and then swept back and forth with the metal poetry in his right hand, smashing and smashing away many of the surrounding monsters, clearing a small piece of safe space around his body.

The shield of Metal Poetry does not seem to be willing to be a character who can only take damage, it also seems to have a heart that wants to export damage, and when Barrett uses the Metal Poetry in his hand to attack the enemy, the shield will become extremely light, making the Barbarian's attack speed higher.

The group had followed the trail to get here, but they didn't expect to be attacked by a large number of blighted monsters.

After discovering many of the corpses of horses and monsters, the little mage found some clear human hoof prints on the edge of the battlefield, and it seemed that there were survivors who survived the battle.

However, the hoof prints of the centaurs were still covered in many traces of the blighted monsters' movements, and it seemed that the monsters were chasing after the survivors. Because it was not too long since the end of the river battle, after a brief discussion, everyone decided to follow the traces to take a look at the situation, and this is the battle in front of us.

The battle continues. After a short period of accumulation, the brute was about to throw the resonant tomahawk in his right hand forward, but he just threw it but stopped inexplicably. Because he suddenly remembered the "human name" mentioned in the description of the skill of heavy artillery throwing, it seemed that when using the skill, pronouncing that "human name" would have an additional effect.

"Phil ......," our barbarian adventurer shook his head and closed his mouth as soon as he read half the name. It was too shameful and stupid to do so, and he didn't want his companions to mistake him for a psychopath.

Barrett silently threw the tomahawk to the left, and the tomahawk with the heavy artillery throwing skill accurately hit a withered branch monster that rushed towards the guide Jean, shattering it and knocking many of its own kind to the ground.

Grove roared and rushed over, crushing the undead monsters on the ground, before the bear ran to Jean and helped him finish off the remaining three wilts.

"Whew, thank you, thank you!" Jean hung his weapon down and leaned against the stone behind him to catch his breath.

The guide's martial arts skills are passable, but his physical strength is not very qualified. Not long after the battle in front of him began, this guy began to breathe and gasped.

Fortunately, with Grossoff the Bear by Jean's side, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"There are still a lot of monsters coming, be careful. Barrett admonished, reaching out to summon the resonant tomahawk back and glancing at the boiling wall of fire not far away.

The wall of fire kept out the large number of eager blighted monsters on the opposite side, so that the battle on this side was not too dangerous. Only a handful of fast-moving wilts could get around from either side, but the other slower-moving monsters couldn't do so, and they were all pinned down by the little mage.

Krees's figure flew above the wall of fire, and many pine needles on the ground were shooting at him like arrows, but they were all blocked by the various protective magic flashes around the little mage.

Mage armor, protective arrows, shields, and a few magical effects that Barrett doesn't recognize. This guy must be the safest of us, the brute thought to himself. He withdrew his attention from the little mage and looked at the merchant Ariel and the bodyguard Red Crab on the other side.

There are a lot of monsters around these two people, although the red crab wields a thin sword in one hand and a long dagger in the other, but he is limited by the need to protect the employers around him, so he is a little passive in the battle situation.

Barrett was about to help the two men out of the siege first, but he had barely run two steps when he heard a violent explosion on the other side of the wall of fire. The brute turned around in time and raised the shield in his hand, blocking a splash of monster limbs and pieces of dirt. After the sound, he cautiously poked his head out from behind the shield and looked in the direction of the explosion.

The boiling wall of fire blocked the brute's view, causing him to look at the damage of the monsters on the other side in the explosion, but when he looked up at the little mage in the air again, he happened to see the latter throw the fireball in his palm.

The fireball whizzed like a comet with a long tail of flame and slammed into the ground. A violent explosion followed, but Barrett was already expertly cowering behind his shield.

A cloud of dust covered the brute's head, and two burning wilts fell at his feet.

Well...... , I don't know if this thing can be eaten after it is baked, Barrett looked at the monster on the ground and kept struggling, and this thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Forget it, even if you can eat it, it will definitely not taste too good, it should taste like charcoal, who likes to eat charcoal? The barbarian raised the battle axe in his hand and made them stop their useless struggle.

"Is this the power of a mage?" Grove, who had turned into a humanoid form, looked at the sky with a complicated expression, and dusted off the dirt on his body, but the big bear still had an orange foxtail flower stuck in its head, making him look a little funny.

Mages are indeed terrifying, but not all mages' fireball spells can cause such terrible effects, although Barrett does not know much about magic, he has heard the wandering mage Old Will and the little mage Krees have said that the power of magic seems to be related to something in addition to its own talent.

He followed the bearman's gaze to look at Krees in the air again, and found that a hot fireball was slowly condensing in the other palm of this guy's hand.

Barrett had had teamed up with the mage several times before, and he knew that this guy had always had short spell intervals and could use two spells at the same time. At the beginning, the level of the little mage was very low, and it was not noticeable, but now that he has become a mid-level mage, he is extremely strong.

Another fireball slammed into the ground, and the little mage's two palms were almost intimately shooting at the withered branch monsters on the ground. However, after two rounds of fireballs, the pine needles on the ground gradually thinned out and then slowly disappeared.

Immediately after that, more than a dozen burning thick vines stretched out from the ground into the air, as if trying to pull the little mage down from the air, but the distance between the two sides was really a little far, and it was only in vain in doing so, and it was useless for the fate of its own destruction.

However, the little mage did not wait patiently for the vines to burn out, and he stretched out his right hand and pointed at one of the vines.

A thin ray of burning heat burst out from the little mage's fingers, burning the vine with ease, and then the orange-red ray followed the little mage's finger and moved towards the other vines. The little mage casually circled his fingers like this, and the crazy vines that stretched out into the air fell.

If the association mage intervened, this so-called disaster should not be a big deal. Our barbarian adventurer thought to himself.

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