"Take!"

YES！

Clenching his front paws tightly, Ron suppressed the excitement in his heart.

On the slender wooden stick twenty feet away in front of him, the slender needle-like crossbow arrow was pierced straight into the middle of the stick, without a slight deviation, and the tail of the crossbow arrow was still slightly vibrating!

In the past ten days, Ron has not left the small hand crossbow with his front paws except for sleeping and eating, and counting the three seconds of automatic return to the crossbow and the time to aim, Ron will shoot an arrow in an average of ten seconds.

Of course, this is the average time, because at the beginning of practice, Ron often needs to aim an arrow for more than half a minute, and by the afternoon of the last day, as long as the crossbow arrow returns, Ron will shoot in three seconds!

At the same time, as the accuracy and rate of fire increased, Ron's distance from the stick continued to increase until he reached the distance limit of the small hand crossbow.

Strange to say, though, the small crossbow was obviously a toy made for halfling children, and the materials were poor willow wood and raw cowhide, but under Ron's high-intensity use, it was still tough and intact.

You must know that in the past ten days, Ron has shot tens of thousands of arrows, even a bow and crossbow made of the best materials is enough to break a dozen, but the small hand crossbow has not even shown a trace of damage.

This situation was naturally seen by Ron, and it was obvious that this small hand crossbow was not as rough as it looked, but a treasure!

"Squeak!"

Now it's time to move the target!

But before that, let's take a good rest!

After ten days of non-stop practice, although Ron's body did not feel tired due to the blessing of [Moonlight Mind (Full Moon Constant)], his spirit was already quite tired. Waiting for the bolts to return from the stick to the receiver of the small hand crossbow, Ron yawned and crawled back to his nest, before falling into a deep sleep.

............

"Ike, is your message accurate?"

"This is already the sixteenth kobold camp!"

"And we still have nothing!"

The spikes on Gondork's shield were dripping with dark red blood, and the flickering light of the fire reflected dozens of twisted kobold corpses as pale as paper.

Trampling the disgusting sewage beneath his feet, the leader of the Iron Fist adventure team, High Mage Green, turned his head somewhat gloomily to look at the wanderers at the back of the team who were casually playing with daggers, while Fiona the Ranger also looked fiercely at Ike Froude with fierce eyes.

Ten days have passed since someone in the Council of Six took over the task of clearing the lich, and apart from the three days of gathering information and preparing the adventure supplies, the [Iron Fist] team has been trekking through the sewers for seven days.

The rancid, damp, and strange creatures that hide in the crevices and darkness may be tolerable to Gondok and Ike Flaude, but the mages Grimm and Fiona are already feeling the mental turmoil, especially Fiona, as a clean-loving woman, who desperately needs to get out of the sewers and recuperate in the beautiful nature.

"Captain, you can rest assured of my news channel. ”

"The lich's clues are definitely hidden in a kobold camp. ”

"It's just that I didn't expect that the sewers in Ascatra would be so wide, and there would be so many kobolds in just one bridge area. ”

Seeing the mage looking at him, Ike Froude stopped the dagger that was spinning like a snake in his hand and replied.

"Okay!"

"Let's look again and see if there are any kobold camps nearby. ”

"We've cleared sixteen kobold camps in the past few days, and even if these stinky lizards are as easy to breed as maggots, there aren't many left!"

"Fiona, let's go!"

Each loiter has its own unique source of information, and no one else can easily say it, as is the case with Ike Flode, and the other thieves are the same.

As the captain of the [Iron Fist] team, Green naturally won't force Ike to tell his channels, and at the same time, after so many years of cooperative adventures, Ike's message is rarely wrong.

So this time, although sixteen kobold camps have been swept away, Green chose to continue to believe in Ike after a little thought. It's just that this makes Fiona quite unhappy.

"Whew!"

Glaring at Ike fiercely, Fiona rubbed her mouth and whistled, and then a pair of green eyes burst out of the corner where the torch fire did not shine, and leaned down on her slender body with thick gray hair, and sniffed carefully with her long, pointed triangular ears.

This is a gray wolf, named Bruce, Fiona's animal companion, and at this moment, using the keen sense of smell characteristic of canines, Bruce searches for the breath of kobolds.

Soon, from the smell of the sewers, Bruce found the damp smell of dead dogs peculiar to kobolds, and he turned back to Fiona and let out a low growl, then trampled the sewage from the sewers and ran deeper into the dark sewers.

"Bruce has spotted a clue to the breath of the next kobold camp. ”

"Everyone, keep up!"

Fiona and Bruce have been together for several years since they were recognized by Bruce at level four, and naturally understand the meaning of Bruce's roar. Removing the longbow from her back, Fiona pulled an arrow from the quiver on her back, placed it on the longbow, and followed in Bruce's direction.

Behind her, Green and Ike followed, and finally Gondok, wielding his shield and greatsword.

"Stride, stomp!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The sewage splashed under his feet, turning into rounded droplets that fell on the damp stones and slowly wriggled as newborn ooze monsters, searching for food in the dirty water.

From time to time, an arrow or crossbow bolt would shoot out of Fiona and Ike's hands, nailing vipers and rats peeking in dark corners, and then more creatures hiding in the darkness swarmed up and covered them with crucified vipers and rats. When they dispersed, all that was left was a pile of white bones, not even a trace of blood.

"We're here!"

The danger in the sewers was clearly no threat to Tekken Squad, and after a short run, Bruce the gray wolf paused, pointed his nose towards a dark corner, and let out another low growl.

"Bruce says there's a kobold camp here!"

"Smack!"

Catching up from the end of the line, the silent Gondok handed the torch to Fiona, reached out and polished another torch on the wall, then raised his shield and walked towards the dark corner where Bruce's nose was facing.

This is the most common formation used by adventurers, with the toughest warriors clearing the way, rangers and mages striking in the rear, and wanderers assisting from the side. And the facts have also proved that it is also the most prudent mode of action.

"Click, click!"

Metal boots and armor rubbed against each other, and Gondok turned around the corner, and a dead and rancid kobold camp appeared in front of him.