The Minotaur who fought with the Earl was also of the Silver Medium rank, and was of the same rank as the Earl in terms of rank, but the difference in race made the real combat strength completely incomparable - the strength and physical strength of the Minotaur far surpassed that of humans, and the Count's outburst of fighting spirit was only on par with this Minotaur. But the advantage of humans is that they are a little more skillful than the monsters produced by this kind of monster lair, and the Count wields a huge three-headed flail, skillfully manipulating the three meteor hammers to collide with each other, resulting in a change in the attack landing point to confuse the minotaur.

Count Petrovodsk was delighted, he had never been so satisfied, content with the pleasure of fighting opponents of equal or even a little stronger, the thrill of walking on the brink of death. If the huge battle axe of the minotaur on the opposite side breaks through the count's defense, then he will definitely not be able to bear the protection of the fighting spirit on his body, and he will be hacked to death by the minotaur at that time, but if the count breaks through the minotaur's defense, then the three meteor hammers with a large human head will also make the minotaur unforgettable for a lifetime - after all, if he hits the target, then this should be the last blow that the minotaur will remember in his life

The Count loved the pleasure of walking on the brink of death as much as he loved talking to beautiful young girls, but Makarov, who was beside him, had no interest in getting his boss into such a situation. A normal mind as a mage could never understand why this group of warriors with muscles in their heads liked to do such meaningless stupid things - it seemed to him that if he cast a spell to control the field or directly attack the minotaur with a spell, and then the Count would take the opportunity to go up and be ruthless, then the pointless battle would be over in a minute, and then it would be time to touch the spoils. But the Count sternly ordered him not to do so, "I have absolute confidence that I can deal with this damned bull's head!"

In the other direction, a capable team consisting of Paplov, the head of the silver union, Mendeleev, the silver chief mage of the mage's office, and the elites of their respective subordinates are rapidly advancing towards the center of the labyrinth city. Many goblin monsters had fallen in front of them, and the so-called ogres and bear goblins could not stop them for even a minute, but they had to stop now - two tall giants appeared in front of them, one of which was a cyclops

As a sword fighter class, Pavlov can rely on his ability to maneuver in the face of a giant with a silver position, and perhaps with luck, he can correctly pierce the weapon in his hand into the giant's vital point at a certain moment, and infuse the fighting energy into it to kill a giant. But against two, he didn't have the confidence that one of them could carry -- but they were a small team. This squad is full of masters above the silver median, and in addition to the president, the guild also sent a silver assassin and a silver shield guard. On the mage side, in addition to Mendeleev, who is also a silver mid-rank, there is also a silver-median warlock accompanying him.

For Mendeleev, if Paplov and the others were able to hold off the two giants for a few minutes, he would be completely sure that he would trap them with a series of spells and finally kill them. This is the power of silver-level magicians, as long as they have enough time to prepare, however, these people who have never met giants before do not know the power of the real giants at all, and before that, they have read the information about giants and minotaurs in the records and materials of their respective guilds, and have not directly faced such opponents - after all, in the kingdom of Southern Yuktobania, these things have only existed in children's fairy tales a hundred years ago. So they said to the information: "Giants have considerable magic resistance and strong physical defense, and their skins play a very important role as raw materials for many legendary shields or leather armor. "There's no intuitive understanding of this

Not to mention the high-level fighters who might be in a hurry, now Zhou Zhongmou and Misha have built a bonfire structure out of the wooden shelves and broken furniture in the room. Zhou Zhongmou used the hammer, a weapon in the room, to smash a rather large metal knight's shield into a pot - the strength had to be controlled quite accurately, otherwise he would only get the broken shield as scrap metal. At this time, Misha's endless water bag also cooled down, and poured a liter of water into the humble cauldron. "It's not enough, it looks like it's going to take some time. Zhou Zhongmou looked at the little water at the bottom of the pot and said, so they continued to sit in the room and wait, of course, in order to avoid boredom, Zhou Zhongmou also chatted with Misha. He made a few little jokes adapted from the earth, and made the short-sighted Misha giggle - he didn't say any yellow jokes very modestly, and after walking from the line of death, he had become a rare decent gentleman, and he was no longer interested in doing this kind of verbal bargain or something. "It's enough to be able to chat casually, tell a few ordinary little jokes, look at the beautiful women by the way, and experience the feeling of beautiful food. Zhou Zhongmou, a righteous gentleman, thought so.

They chatted happily for an hour, Misha didn't have much experience with adventures, after all, this was the eldest lady's first adventure, so there was nothing to say. And Zhou Zhongmou is using those jokes on the earth to brag, and the cowhide that he forgets to coax girls - the current Zhou Zhongmou has no crooked thoughts about Misha. It's another liter of water, and it's finally a bit like this. Zhou Zhongmou threw away the dried meat and bread and dehydrated vegetables, and then lit a fire. The two men didn't speak again, both watched intently as the water in the pot began to bubble slowly - now both of them were hungry, and the aroma of the food dispelled any interest in chatting and farting. Zhou Zhongmou took out the small bag in the cloak and opened it, there were salt cubes and some spices inside, he put the right amount of seasoning and salt into the soup, as a man born and raised in the famous foodie area of the earth, he naturally opened the specialty of cooking

The aroma of food permeated the room, "Time is the best friend of food, and time is also the sworn enemy of food." Although we have a variety of scientific and technological methods to preserve food, ancient methods such as pickling, drying, drunkenness and smoking, in addition to preserving freshness, have also unexpectedly allowed us to obtain a completely different and sometimes even more mellow and delicious taste from fresh food. Zhou Zhongmou used a deep baritone voice to say something that Misha didn't understand at all, but Misha could tell from the man's satisfied expression that he must be talking about something full of light.

There was no spoon, but Zhou Zhongmou used some parts that were removed from the armor to smash something that could be used to scoop the soup, he scooped a spoonful of thick mushy soup, blew it and took a sip, a happy expression emerged from his tough face. Misha immediately scooped a spoonful of it, blew for a long time, then took a small sip, then gasped, then blew for another half a day, and then took a big sip - the same beautiful expression appeared on her face.

While these two people were eating happily and contentedly here, there was already chicken feathers and duck blood outside. His Excellency the Count is now clearly starting to languish - it is obvious that the humans in the middle of the silver can't handle it when they are tough with the Minotaur, and by this time Makarov has already joined the fray - of course he found that the real fight is not at all what he had imagined before, and many of the damn Minotaur direct attack spells don't eat much and can't do much damage, because Makarov's attack spells are specialized in those fire types. Now Makarov is relying on some greasy spells, mire spells and other spells to drag on time, but the Count has no strength to go up and give the minotaur who was trapped in the spell for a few seconds

As for the other side, the Earl's subordinates are now also being made by the second Minotaur who rushed in, and being able to hold back their hatred and prevent the second Minotaur from going up and killing the Earl is already considered to be overperforming.

The union elite was also at a stalemate, and in the bitter battle, they found that many weapons could not inflict severe damage on the giants, and it was not difficult to cut the skin of the other party - after all, they were holding magic weapons in their hands, but the other party seemed to be unaffected, the wound healed quickly, and the blood flow would soon stop. And the magician's elemental spells were not of much use at all, although there were many scorched black marks, frozen marks and even corrosion marks on the skin of the two giants, but they did not suffer any fatal damage at all, and the big mace in his hand was still wielding extremely fast and powerful.