Skirting the dangerous reeds and cattail bushes, and swatting away a mosquito that constantly manifests itself in front of him, Barrett leads the group through the 'Kanda Marsh'.

Rather than a muddy pool full of mud and foul odors, the swamp is a vast, tranquil environment where waterfowl prey on swamp frogs and small fish on knee-high water. As far as the eye can see, lush luggies and graceful ash, each surrounded by knee-shaped breathing roots, are unique to these aquatic trees.

A fat water vole stood on a breathing root high above the water, clutching a sour berry on its small paws, and two small round eyes staring curiously at Barrett and the others.

The nearby water suddenly churned violently, and the water ripples suddenly rose and fell, and I don't know what kind of wonderful story was being played out underneath. Not far away, a small, sharp-billed knoll was standing on top of the "dead wood" and was slowly drifting towards Barrit.

As they approached, the timid knoll flew up from the dead wood with its wings and landed in a mossy patch in the distance. But the ordinary and huge "dead wood" still floated slowly on the water.

Barrett turned and met him, directly in the path of the deadwood. He waded with his feet in the water, and the dragon's leather boots broke through a layer of turquoise peat moss covering the water, startling a few loaches and small green shrimp buried in the mud.

"Keep an eye on the movement, this guy will leave it to me. Barrett guarded his shield and admonished his companions behind him.

The dead wood approached little by little, and tried to change direction in the meantime, but Barrett was stuck in front of it. Eventually, less than three meters away from the barbarian, the huge dead wood instantly turned into a hideous monster, opening its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and suddenly erupted.

This monster is a wetland crocodile that is quite common in the Kanda swamps, and Barrett and the others have encountered it many times along the way.

This crocodile has six stout short legs, and a few strands of dark green whiskers on both sides of the jaw, and their body length can generally reach 5 or 6 meters, and with the terrifying power of the tail, they can even jump their entire body high and crush their prey under the water, which is a very terrifying predator.

It was difficult to dodge in the water, and Barrett, who had been prepared, used the Black Knight Shield to resist the attack of the wetland giant crocodile. The crocodile's teeth streaked across the shield's alloy surface, making a piercing sound that made people shudder.

After the blow, Barrett stabbed his sword between the crocodile's eyes, but the latter shook his head to dodge. The giant crocodile swam half a circle, and once again jumped up and slammed into the shield, trying to knock down the prey hiding behind the sturdy shell, but the brute took advantage of the sword to cut the jaw, and the blood stained the surrounding waters red.

"Hey, I see you're fighting a lot, do you need help?" said Phyllis the parrot, in a voice that came from the air.

"Don't worry, it'll be done soon. Barrett replied lightly. This was not the first time he had dealt with the wetland crocodile, and he had almost mastered the opponent's attack habits and methods.

The wounded crocodile became even more ferocious, tilting its head sideways, frantically trying to bite Barritt's leg, but was blocked by the half-height kite-shaped black knight's shield. Although the crocodile was not defeated in the battle with steel, Barrett's insidious attack behind the shield caused the wetland crocodile to suffer more sword wounds.

Although its skin was quite tough, the corners of its mouth and palate were still opened with huge openings, and blood could not stop flowing. The crocodile stepped back a distance, a low 'purring' sound in his throat, and the eyelids on the vertical pupils kept opening and closing, as if he was very unhappy with the hard shell in Barrett's hand.

"There's no way, give you a chance. Lo and behold, it's gone. The brute received his shield into the Spatial Ring and beckoned to the Wetland Crocodile that was cruising in front of him, "Come here, 'little one', I'm going to make a belt out of your skin." The quality is going to be good. ”

Despite the language barrier, the giant crocodile still felt the contempt in the barbarian's words. The prey provokes the hunter, causing the wetland crocodile, which has few rivals in the nearby waters, to rage.

It screamed in rage, its tail swinging violently in the water, breaking through the water like an arrow and striking at Barritt.

Just as the wetland crocodile was about to leap but had not yet done so, our barbarian adventurer took a step forward in time and slammed the 'Iron Bride' with both hands upside down. With the power of the crocodile to raise its head upwards, the Iron Bride easily pierced the predator's upper and lower jaws. The sword plunged deep into the underwater mud, pinning the wetland crocodile to its place like a nail.

The crocodile swung wildly, trying to escape from the sword, but each struggle only made the wound worse.

Immediately afterward, Barrett roared loudly, and swung the hilt of his sword with his left hand diagonally, and the sword slashed between the crocodile's eyes from the bottom to the top, bringing up a lug of blood.

And this wetland giant crocodile was stunned on the water surface for a few heartbeats, and then began to slowly turn over, its gray belly facing the sky, and did not move.

"A 'little fish' sent to the door has been done. Barrett swung his saber in the water, turned to the dwarf mage and said, "Put this guy away, don't waste it." ”

Wanting to put this large man more than five meters long into the space ring is quite mentally draining. And Barrett didn't want to exhaust his mental power, so this kind of work naturally fell on the head of the little mage.

Who makes even the spiritual power of magic apprentices more than ten times that of ordinary people, and Theodore Shining Gold is a second-level mage, although the effect of his release of magic is a little worse, but he is still a master who controls magic even if he does not use magic nets and does not know how to meditate, but he can still forcibly release the second ring spell.

The dwarf mage stood on a small and delicate raft, and rowed over little by little angrily, "This is already the fourth, and you can even use these big crocodiles to open a leather goods shop." He leaned his unique raft next to the giant crocodile and reached out to collect the body.

"In an adventure, no copper coin harvest should be discarded. Barrett said casually, "Because you don't know when you're going to have to rely on this copper coin to save your life." ”

At this moment, a middle-aged man in old boots, gray breeches, a white cotton jacket and a black vest waded through the water and walked to the brute's side, "Are you hurt?" he asked, "Do you need treatment?"

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