Even if there is a spell to protect it, it is not something that ordinary people can do if they have not wavered in the face of a group of monsters slowly walking out of the forest at close range. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although everyone knew that it was impossible to squeeze into the cave with the size of the other party, the feeling of oppression coming from less than ten meters away still made everyone hold their breath. These creatures seem to be alive and terrifying, and just looking at them will be swallowed by this inexplicable sense of coercion.

Needless to say, the village youth who had long been in chaos because of fear, even the adventurers who had seen all kinds of monsters couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. Although Frick still insists on drawing the pattern of the monster with an inexplicable spirit, his actions are not due to strong willpower.

But there was only one exception: Urs Leonster. Inside the ruins, which were almost completely overwhelmed by the tension emanating from everyone, only this magician maintained the operation of the spell with superhuman calm, not to mention trembling from the coercion, he didn't even blink his eyelids.

I don't know if Sir Leanster's spells and props misled the monsters, and they wandered outside the cavern for a while without noticing the entrance. They were clearly not patient creatures and retreated into the forest when they found nothing nearby to fill their stomachs.

They came and went as fast as they could, and in a short time their black bodies left the clearing in front of the cave and quietly disappeared into the forest. Their movements were unimaginably orderly, as if someone was in command, not at all like a cluster of monsters that were not much different from beasts.

"Mr. Scrivener, please be careful...... I think there's something strange about these guys -- they try to trick us into getting out of the defensive zone by pretending to leave. ”

Dean, who maintained a fighting stance, arranged for his teammates to keep guard near the wall on the inside of the ruins, and then saw that Frick was still marking something on the monster sketch, so he slowly approached Frick's side and looked at his record, while observing the direction of the monsters' departure.

Despite their size, these monsters were unbelievably agile and quiet, and did not cause the slightest commotion when they escaped into the trees. Without Sir Leanster's spells, adventurers wouldn't have been able to spot them until they were close under their noses.

Now that they've escaped into the woods, Dean isn't sure if they've really given up on their delicious food, or if they've pretended to retreat and set a trap in the distance. From his words and actions, Frick suddenly sensed that it was not the first time he had faced these monsters.

"No...... I think they're gone, because that unpleasant magical reaction on them is really moving away from us. He put the notes back in his satchel and said to Dean, "If you are still suspicious of their whereabouts, you may choose to ask Sir Leinster's opinion." ”

Frick took out a large piece of white paper and shook it open in front of Dean, revealing images drawn with colorful lines on the otherwise empty paper. If you are a mountain dweller who knows a little about the nearby terrain, you should be able to see that this is a very rudimentary map.

On this piece of paper, which is used as a catalyst for the technique, Frick's magic is transformed into various paints, and shapes representing different objects are painted in different places. Two of the most striking are the red dots in the middle of the paper, which are black with a trail drawn on the edge of the paper.

The technique of using magic to detect the aura of certain creatures is available among scribes and sorcerers, but scriveners who do not value the refinement of their own magic are far less efficient at using spells than sorcerers. Unlike spells that transmit information directly back to the caster's brain, the Scrivener's probe is depicted in the form of a picture on a carrier, and will vary depending on the Scrivener's own awareness of the surrounding environment.

The reason why Frick is so sensitive to those monsters now is probably because the inconvenient sense of oppression has left a deep impression on him. Even if he wanted to force himself to forget, it was not so easy to remove the fear of death from his body.

And Dean fell silent when he saw the drawing that Frick had taken out that depicted the surroundings, and just silently looked at the black that had left the edge. His complexion did not change in the slightest, and the hand that grasped the paper was steady, except for the hand holding the weapon that was still trembling slightly.

Facing Dean who was speechless, Frick suddenly said, "Mr. Dean, I remember you told me that when you first discovered this ruin, you were here to escape from a group of difficult monsters. If I'm not mistaken...... Those tough monsters are these guys, aren't they?"

He glanced at Dean who was standing beside him, and then at the adventurers who hadn't taken their weapons back, and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that they hadn't shown hostility at his words. Fang Cai's words were originally just tentatively said, and it was not what he thought if he stepped on a landmine because of this.

He had noticed before that these adventurers were quite wary of the dangers lurking in the forest, and the slightest movement would immediately form a defensive line. Originally, Frick thought it was the habit of adventurers, until he brushed aside the hatred that flashed in the eyes of those people.

If these people hadn't faced that kind of monster before, they wouldn't have put on the same expressions as before. They obviously knew how powerful that black monster was, and if they didn't know how strong that monster was, they might even have some members killed by the monster's minions and become food for them when they encountered that monster before.

"Although this matter has nothing to do with you......"

He shoved the map drawn by Frick back into his hand, and said nonchalantly: "But intelligence sharing is the foundation, and looking at what happened this time, I wonder if those guys have remembered our taste, and the next time it may not be us but Lemongrass." ”

So he told some of his teammates to stay on guard, some to go to the back to rest, and then he began to talk about what happened before they discovered the ruins. Perhaps because the news was related to his own work, Urs Leinster also silently walked to Flick's side to watch the two of them communicate.

What Dean tells started by accident.

It's been a long time since their group of adventurers came to Zhongbei, but they haven't achieved much success, and they are more than enough in the guild. In order to prove their abilities, they desperately need a compelling achievement, whatever it is.

As if attracted by this mentality, they happened to get the news that a magician had discovered some strange magical reaction near Lemongrass, and they guessed that it was a relic that had never been discovered before, so they were ready to hire adventurers to go to the destination to investigate.

Along with Dean and the others, there are several groups of adventurers who have been hired by the mages, and most of them are also veteran teams that have been registered with the Guild of the Gate of the End of the North for a long time. They arrived together in Lemongrass, as agreed, and prepared to explore the nearby mountains and forests for the rest of the year.

The first few days were relatively smooth, until one day, when a whole group of adventurers did not return to the village, Dean and the others had thought they had found the remains of their target. However, not long after they and some other adventurers began to explore the next day, they discovered something different.

The trails near Lemongrass were marked by fierce battles, and following those traces, the tattered corpses of the adventurers who had not returned were discovered—along with the large, grotesque black monsters.

"Those guys are more demons than new breeds of monsters. ”

This is Dean's assessment of the monsters he encountered, and Flick, who is an atheist, has no way of understanding his thoughts. Although they have an ominous sense of coercion wrapped around them, they are nothing more than living creatures that can be knocked down and destroyed.

The word "demon" is the name given to the adherents of certain sects for things that are hostile to the gods they believe in, but in Frick's eyes, those monsters are at best slightly more powerful monstrous creatures - since there are no gods in this world, there are no demons that are enemies of gods.

Although I have seen believers of various religions and heard some preachers nag, at least Frick himself does not believe in God. Fortunately, he lived in the empire of religious freedom, not in the southern countries that adhered to religious beliefs and the old laws, otherwise he would have been burned at the stake.

"Demons?"

Although he doesn't believe in God, Frick doesn't comment on other people's beliefs casually: "Well, forgive me for not knowing your religion before, but I think you mean that those monsters are bloodthirsty and have powers like 'demons', right?"

However, listening to the slightest ignorant doubt, Dean smiled helplessly, and shook his head as if to say, "You don't know anything." But he quickly put it away again, and spoke to Frick and Sir Leinster about what had happened again.

They immediately formed a battle formation when they realized that something was wrong, and they maintained order and launched an attack on the monsters. However, the formation of more than thirty adventurers was torn apart in less than a few seconds, and the enemy was only a few monsters.

Ordinary steel swords could not penetrate their fur at all, and even sharp spears could only leave a faint scratch on them. Instead, with a flick of their claws, the monsters were able to knock a heavily armored adventurer to the ground, followed by a brutal devastation.

It was only a few minutes from the start of the battle to the collapse of the whole line, and the remaining adventurers could only flee for their lives, and only about a third of them managed to escape back to Lemongrass. As for Dean, if they weren't lucky enough to find the ruins in this cramped cave, they would probably have turned into a dinner for the monsters.

"If your words are true, we must at once return to Lemonglass. ”

After listening to Dean's description of the matter, Frick was completely speechless, but Sir Leinster, who had been silent until now, calmly proposed his own plan.