Sir Leinster's magic of manipulating the wind to detect had opened everyone's eyes, but before that, the information he had told had diverted their attention. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was like throwing a pebble into a pool of water that had just regained its calm, and the adventurers who had just settled down because everything was going smoothly became nervous. Although they returned to the ruins at Sir Leinster's request, the unsheathed weapons also showed their determination to fight if necessary.

However, Frick could see that the adventurers were not sure of their own strength, after all, even Sir Leinster had made the judgment of "avoiding a fight". Even though the adventurers seem to be in high spirits right now, their equipment and numbers are still at an absolute disadvantage.

If he had told Dean what he thought, I'm afraid that even if he didn't say it verbally, the leader of the adventurers would have acquiesced with a face as if he had chewed a bitter worm. Frick glanced at Dean standing in front of the line of adventurers, but nothing could be seen from his back.

Even so, Frick knew that Dean, as the leader of the adventurers, had a lot to think about at this time, and the slightest wavering could cost his companion the life of his companion.

The enemies that are approaching are large clusters of monsters, and they are several times more numerous than armed adventurers...... What's more, the single Demon Beast is already superior to any adventurer in terms of physique and strength. The direct outbreak of conflict is not only an unfavorable situation, but it is enough to describe it as a self-defeating situation.

Unfortunately, this time the enemy did not have much relevant "previous experience" for them to learn from, and Dean himself knew that encountering unexpected dangers was the direct cause of the destruction of many adventure teams, so he was constantly thinking about countermeasures while accepting the command of Sir Leinster.

According to common sense, adventurers and mercenaries are both symbols of great strength, and in contrast to mercenaries who are good at fighting people, adventurers are experts in fighting monsters. Using knowledge, experience, combat skills, and various professional skills to be active in unexplored wilderness, fighting unknown monsters, and hunting for glory and treasure, this is the image of the adventurer promoted by the guild.

In reality, however, adventurers who are able to survive in a difficult environment and achieve some success, even if they are not experts in fighting monsters, should be able to judge the situation and avoid encountering situations from which they cannot escape - after all, only by surviving can they gain reputation in this industry.

In addition to his companions, Urs Leinster, who he meets by chance, can be trusted as an aid - provided that he gives for a group of adventurers he has just met. As for Frick and the villagers who were already huddled in the corner and shivering, it seemed that Dean had been ruled out of consideration.

If Frick had said anything, it would be too much to put himself in the same category as ordinary people who trembled with fear of monsters when they left the village gates. However, he did not have the strength to argue, after all, a scribe with only basic training could only become logistics or cannon fodder at best.

He preferred to be the former rather than the latter—at least with the ability of a scribe to provide emergency treatment for those wounded in battle. So in order not to become a useless person completely, Frick took out a small part of the spare blank paper and wrote a sentence with healing effects.

"Monsters may have followed you with the breath of yours, and although I have tried to disguise them with spells, they may not be deceived by simple tricks. "While the people in the ruins were working for their futures, Sir Leinster turned back into the ruins through the entrance.

Frick looked at the entrance to the cavern, a small opening that could only accommodate a short person, surrounded by white wax stone marked with several ancient characters. Even when depicted in corners where sunlight can't reach, the marks emit a soft light that flows outward with the dim magic.

The magic of these dwelling markers, though powerless, makes them seem quite gentle, like the warm sunshine of a winter afternoon. The magic of the markers intertwined, creating a spiderweb-like structure at the entrance to the cavern before slowly melting into the surrounding air.

Most illusions created with spells work by distorting light with an adjusted Rubik's cube to project the necessary image onto the target area. The illusion created in this way may originate from a nearby carrier, or from the caster's own will.

But in any case, illusions are only illusions after all, and things that can only be captured by sight have no smell and no substance, and can be detected with a little discrimination. As for spells that can affect perception other than vision, they already belong to the category of intelligence interference, and it is difficult to prepare and complete in a short time, although Sir Leinster should have the ability to release similar spells, but there is no way to build an effective Rubik's cube in a hurry.

To be on the safe side, Urs Leinster even sprinkled some kind of gray powder that would drift away in the wind outside the cave, and used this powder with a special smell to cover the human breath that remained near the cave. After that, he was still dissatisfied with the rudimentary "defenses" he had set up, and he covered the cave with a little triggered stasis magic to interfere with the monster's cognition.

The limited time to make these preparations should be the limit, and even if Urles Leinster wanted to go further and hide the cavern, he wouldn't have more time - because after less than a minute of preparation, even Frick could sense the creatures approaching.

"Here they are......"

Frick's magic is not even half that of Uls Leonster, and he doesn't have the technology to detect without delving into perception. However, with just the little magic in his body, he could also feel that something dangerous was approaching not far away.

In a few moments, the creatures that had been rumored not long ago emerged from the shadows of the deep forest, their massive size as if to show off their strength. Through Sir Leonster's illusion of setting up the wall, Frick finally saw the images of these monsters directly.

Scholars who have participated in field research will say that it is better to see than to hear, because what is actually seen is often different from what is shown in the information. The moment Frick saw the monsters, he immediately understood the meaning of the words, because he could even feel his body trembling slightly.

This feeling was called fear, and although it was not too obvious, he obviously instinctively sensed the strength of the other party, and learned of the fact that he might die. If these behemoths swung their claws wider than his body at him, they would turn him into a puddle of minced meat in the blink of an eye.

Whether it was from the villagers or from Uls Leernst's photographs, the information he heard was far from convincing him how dangerous these creatures were. And now, after finally seeing the real thing, he understands the reason for the panic of the villagers...... and its own weakness.

And what shocked him even more than this was that when he came back from his fear, he unconsciously held the pen in his notebook and began to draw the monster in front of him. Although his hands were still trembling slightly from the fear he had made, the lines on the paper were still smooth.

Was this the scrivener's work ethic or instinct? He smiled bitterly, but did not stop writing.

From other people's descriptions, Frick had always felt that they should resemble a wolf or a bear, but now they appear to be wolves with only a head, and their torso and limbs are closer to those of bears. They are all covered in a dull black fur that should blend in with the darkness in the night.

The monsters resemble the images Urles Leinster had read in photographs, with a giant serpent the size of a small tree trunk attached to what should have been its tail. It writhed like a living thing, and its slightly open mouth spit out its forked tongue from time to time.

If you want to know if they are part of the body of these monsters, or if they are connected by some kind of force, you may need to grab one and study it carefully, but Flick, who drew it on paper, still thinks that they are actually creatures with independent minds.

Although Lord Leinster was reluctant to talk about demon-making, the more Flick looked at the monsters, the more he felt that they were not the product of nature. The bodies of these monsters seem to be created for battle, but unlike most monsters, they change depending on the environment in which they live.

And if they were a new breed that had only recently emerged, or if they were monsters that had migrated from somewhere, the mountains around Lemonglas would be in danger - they were too large and numerous to get enough food to maintain the size of the population in a short period of time.

Migrating communities of monsters leave traces along the way, several of which are plagues that destroy settlements. And this may be the reason why these monsters have been eyeing Lemongrass recently, and the inhabitants of the village who are powerless to resist are nothing less than delicious food in the eyes of the monsters.

This time, however, the dangerous monsters had apparently followed the scent of him and the adventurers who had come here, their scarlet eyes revealing a bloodthirsty glow. If anyone dared to appear in their field of vision now, they would definitely be torn to shreds by their sharp teeth.

These monsters are taller than ordinary humans even when lying on the ground, and of course it is impossible for them to burrow into the cave and attack them hiding in the ruins. But if they're stuck at the entrance to the cave all the time, there's nothing they can do if they don't have much to do before they travel.

One can only hope that they will be thwarted by Uls Leonster's spells around the cavern, and give up the worthless act of long-term siege sooner rather than later.