The outcome of the battle was sealed the moment the frostworm's sarcoma was destroyed, and it could never be changed after its jaws and spitting attacks were in vain.

This is what elite adventurers look like when they hunt in a planned way, those seemingly powerful monsters and monsters, as long as they know how they attack and deal with them properly, as long as they don't make careless mistakes, then the whole battle is just a little more difficult than killing goblins.

Once again, Barrett stabbed the weapon into the frostworm's body, controlling the force of his hand to ensure that it did not penetrate too deep to avoid causing more serious fatal injuries to the frostworm. After all, what the mission needs is alive.

A living frost worm can complete the task, and the dead one will have to fulfill the ogre's wish and become an ingredient enough to eat for months. I just don't know what it tastes like, and Barrett is a little curious about it.

The initial penetration of the weapon encountered a great deal of resistance, as if it were pierced on a multi-layered leather armor that had been repeatedly soaked in oil and tanned several times, and had high hardness and toughness. When you dig a few more points, the resistance suddenly decreases. Barrett knew that it was the weapon that had broken through the frostworm's thick skin and entered its body, causing a small amount of damage.

It didn't hurt too much, as his 'Iron Bride' and the half-elf's twin swords had been smeared with a paralyzing poison that specifically targeted large creatures. In the end, it is still necessary to rely on this poison to calm the prey.

The pale blue blood of the frost worms covered the ground, and patches of frost formed in their passes. The temperature around him was even colder than before, and as soon as the breath he exhaled was released, it condensed into frost mist, merging with the mist in the misty forest.

Barrett moved his fingers, not feeling stiff. Without the help of magic, he must have felt not only a slight chill at this time, but a biting cold.

The combination of blood loss and poison makes the frost bugs move more and more slowly. It wanted to abandon the very difficult 'canned ogre' and attack Barrett and the half-elves, who seemed to be easier to solve, but kept causing damage to it, but its several attacks were blocked by the ogre in the first place.

No matter how the frostworm turned and turned its head, Moglock would appear in front of it, blocking its path with its 'giant bones' and beating its teeth with its 'skull'.

The ogre didn't dare to attack the frost worm's head, fearing that it would be too embarrassing if he really "crushed" the worm with a hammer.

Standing in the distance, Will Mage would occasionally cast a low-draining spell 'Hypnotism' on the frostworm to disturb the latter's mind and make it 'quiet' faster. In addition, the mage pays more attention to the head of the frost worm, after all, the power of this bug's spitting attack is really extraordinary, and if you don't pay attention to it suddenly again, it is likely to cause irreparable consequences.

As for the pygmy Mapra, who was thrown off his head by the frost worms, he was standing beside Will Mage at this time, both protecting the mage and observing his surroundings in Barrett's place.

Elite adventurers cooperate and connect with each other in battle, and do not need much verbal communication. It will be even more tacit and natural to cooperate than the armies of various countries. Barrett has only been with 'dirty fiction' for a short time, but he can barely do it.

After another cup of tea, the frostworm let out a hoarse cry and fell to the ground with a pop. Although its body occasionally moved slightly, as if it were spasmodics, the round eyes were no longer focused, and it was obvious that its mind was blurred.

The ogre kicked the frostworm in the head, but the latter didn't react, "Moglock has killed another big guy!" it said in a somewhat excited tone.

"Good job. Barrett smiled and nodded at the ogre. Indeed, the protagonists of this battle are the gnomes and the ogre, the former destroying the frostworm's most troublesome, tribrato-emitting sarcoma, and the latter arguably fending off all of the frostworm's attacks. And he and the half-elves can only be regarded as small characters who play outside the background.

"The rest is up to you. Barrett said to Master Will who stepped forward, "If you don't mind, I'd like to see how you got this big guy away." ”

During the hunt for the three-armed troll, Barrett only watched the accompanying magician at work from afar, and did not take a closer look. And this time, since there is such an opportunity, even if Barrett is very good at managing his curiosity, he does not want to miss it.

Magic, for ordinary people who can't control it, has always had a great attraction.

"Absolutely. Will smiled, "Just pay a viewing fee." The mage quipped.

"I just hope you don't take it according to the values of the mage. Barrett also responded easily. The smooth operation of the battle made it a lot easier for everyone.

"A compelling story. Old Will raised his eyebrows slyly, "What about the price?" I believe this is a good deal, both in terms of the values of a mage and the values of an adventurer. ”

"Oh, I'm flattered by the price you're asking!" Barrett gave a rare heartfelt smile, "It's a good deal, it's a good deal! If the story can sell for money, even if it can only be sold for one silver coin, I'm afraid I can buy half of Garano City." ”

Although there is an element of boasting here, Barrett has experienced far more than other adventurers in his career as an adventurer over the years. Not only that, but those things are also weirder and more bizarre than ordinary adventures.

"Of course stories can be sold for money, otherwise the bards would have to go hungry. The half-elf spoke from the other side of the frostworm's body, "But let's get this big guy away first, and then we can talk about buying the city with stories, it's a big plan." He also teased in a relaxed tone.

I saw that the half-elf jumped on the back of the frost worm with a light body, and then jumped down calmly, and came to Barrett and Old Will. The half-elf flicked the weapon in his hand, and the remaining frost worm blood on the sword disappeared. He danced another beautiful sword flower with his twin swords and inserted them back into his waist.

"The blood of this bug seems to be unusually cold," said the half-elf, "and we might as well collect some before we send it away, and maybe we'll need it later." ”

"Good idea. Barrett agreed, "Even if we don't need it ourselves, we can sell it to other people." Honestly, when the frostworm's blood splashed on my face, I even felt that strange cold digging into my skin, and even with your protective magic, I couldn't completely isolate it. ”

After listening to Barrett's description, Old Will walked straight to the frost worm's side, crouched down, and dipped the index finger of his right hand in a little light blue blood on the ground. He took his blood-stained finger to his eyes and looked at it closely, then rubbed his thumb and forefinger back and forth.

The pale blue blood seemed to be broken down little by little on the mage's fingertips, slowly disappearing.

"There's magic in its blood. Old Will's expression was a little strange, "Ordinary magical creatures only store and use magic through mutated or additional organs, but this is the first time I've seen a frost worm that stores magic directly through blood." I don't know if the frost insects on the permafrost tundra are the same, or if the species in the misty forest are particularly special. ”

The mage said here and lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head with a smile, "Anyway, there is no harm in collecting some after all, it should be regarded as an additional reward for the task." ”

"As you wish. Barrett responded.

After that, the barbarian and the half-elf began to use the container provided by Old Will to collect the blood from the frost worms. The frostworm is now in a motionless state, and many wounds on its body have even begun to coagulate and stop bleeding because of the lack of vigorous movement, so the blood flowing from the wounds on its body has slowly decreased. But even so, Barrett and the half-elves still collected a lot, which was a big gain.

Old Will took out a bottle of dark black but shining magic ink from the spatial ring, as if he was about to start drawing the teleportation circle.

But before drawing the circle, Old Will walked to the frost worm's head, took out a piece of parchment from the spatial ring, and placed it on top of the frost worm's head.

The parchment was drawn with a strange pattern, which Will said was the arcane sigil of the mission publisher.

Each mage's sigil pattern can be set by the mage himself, so those patterns are all different and varied.

Barrett had gone on an adventure with a young mage, and had seen the young mage's arcane sigil, which was patterned in two strange semicircles, one black and one white, that seemed to be chasing each other, and that the young mage had told Barrett that the strange pattern had its own unique name.

Barrett thought about it carefully, yes, it seemed to be called "Thai chicken"?

He didn't know if he was pronouncing it correctly.

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