Roar -

The sonorous sound of metal grinding and the soft sound of rock cracking are intertwined in one place, playing a complex scale. This is undoubtedly to inform the two men who have evacuated the battlefield that Curt has engaged the enemy who is approaching step by step. The incessant roar of the battle brought the fierce scene of the battle into their minds.

After dragging Oscar back to the entrance to the mine, Lizzie did not rush back to the inside of the mine, but leaned on the edge of the cliff at the entrance and watched the battlefield below. Oscar, who finally got a chance to breathe, had to stand beside her and watch the excitement with her.

At the same time, Curt alone is like a wind sweeping the battlefield, mercilessly watching the entire battlefield. Yes, it can't be called a battle, it's just that Curt alone is carrying out a merciless unilateral wreak havoc in the outnumbered Rock Spider Collective.

The behavior of this guy who was still smug and unorthodox just now is even more exaggerated, and his gestures are almost like a carnival. The long knife, which requires two hands to hold steadily, is as light as a twig in his hand, and the power that spews down at will easily leads to the destruction of approaching enemies. Not only the rock spiders that followed one after another, but even other things in the vicinity were also carved with deep knife marks.

In just a few round-and-forth years, the enemy, who was still menacing, had already lost his troops. However, their well-organized military posture did not waver in the slightest, as if there was no room for "fear" in their hearts. They tread on the shards of their destroyed companions.

Oscar looked down and took a cursory look at the least fifty or so of them - the rock golems were enough to destroy an average-sized village, regardless of cost. Who, and for what purpose, would place this number of rock golems in these places?

By the time the two of them watched from the wall, Curt had already destroyed a dozen or so rock spiders that kept coming at him. The sharp blade was raised high and then slashed down from top to bottom, and a spider that was slightly smaller than the guy who had just attacked the few people was split in half by the long knife in an instant.

"Mr. Curt, back!"

Curt took a step forward and flipped the blade over with his backhand. In less than a second, a spider suddenly leaped into the air, its heavy body slicing through the air and smashing into Curt's back. Kyaw Curt didn't seem to notice at all, and Oscar loudly reminded him to watch out behind him.

Bang -

With a loud bang, a giant body like a stone mill exploded, smashing the remains of his companion to pieces. If there were people there, they would have been crushed to a bloody pulp. It's a pity that no matter how powerful the offensive is, if it can't hit, then it's meaningless.

The spider was deep in the rotten soil, and Curt, who had been standing there, only took a half-step diagonally forward in an instant when he sensed an enemy attacking behind him, and was only a slight distance away from the place. Just this half-step difference, the rock spider's immense power of flying is completely ineffective.

Then he struck silently from the direction that had become a dead end for the enemy. With the foot he had stepped on, he quickly turned around, his long knife drawing an arc of light, and his swift figure rushed towards the rock spider still struggling in the decaying soil.

The blade swings down, like a thousand powers. The place where it hit was as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer and shattered, and finally turned into a pile of rubble. Even the unhit areas received the impact of the extended force, and they burst out with obvious cracks, as if the slightest movement would immediately fall apart.

The rock spider that was still struggling before was sunk into the dirt by such a blow, and the connections of the main joints of the body collapsed under the blow just now. Even if it was a puppet made of stone, most of its body was destroyed and torn apart, it would not be able to move a single bit.

"What are you kidding, it's a knife, right?"

Oscar stammered, for some reason, he actually had the illusion that Curt had just used the long knife in his hand as a weapon like a hammer. Rubbing his eyes and seeing the spider twitching slightly in the dirt, Oscar felt that what he thought was an illusion may not be an illusion.

"Well, yes. Lizzie casually answered Oscar's question, "The main material should be steel, which I bought at that store three years ago for about five thousand Caron." ”

"Oh... That's right. ”

Lizzie's answer was serious, and Oscar could see that the long knife in Curt's hand was not originally a weapon with magical powers. The reason why he was able to wield such an earthly power should be due to the combination of Curt's own strength and skill, as well as some spells temporarily attached to it.

With his dexterous steps, he weaves through his enemies. When the seemingly ordinary long knife is wielded at will, there will always be enemies who will fall prey. Sometimes he will make up for the gap between attacks with a "simple" spell secondary attack, and then completely crush the enemy in the blink of an eye.

Dancing like butterflies, thorns like wasps.

The alternating fighting style of spells and sword skills does give the impression of a class like an independent mercenary, which values individual skills and masters multiple combat skills. But Oscar felt that there seemed to be a hint of discord mixed with Curt's free and easy actions on the battlefield.

After staring at it in silence for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Curt, won't he be tired?"

"Sometimes the material resources are poor, and the manpower is sometimes exhausted", this is the words of a senior who came to study at the academy from a large country located in the northern part of the Dominion. According to him, this phrase is usually used to describe things beyond his power in his hometown, and sometimes to describe the insignificance of personal power.

However, the exaggerated reality presented in front of him made him smile bitterly, and Curt had easily fought an enemy enough to fight a regular army of a certain size with the strength of his own power, and he was still in the upper hand without showing any fatigue. This is simply a refutation of the reasonableness of this statement with factual circumstances.

Compared to those enemies who flocked forward without fear and finally ushered in their deaths, Curt, as a friendly soldier, called himself an "ordinary mercenary", made him feel even more indescribably terrifying. He never knew anyone who could fight as tirelessly as Curt.

These spiders only know how to attack, and their unwavering footsteps shake the earth as they advance, only to be scattered fragments that pile up on the ground irregularly. Even as the people of the same kind around them were completely paralyzed one by one, the remaining individuals still stepped over the fragments of their companions and continued to fight. However, the person who caused this qiē showed no signs of fatigue at all, and only let the weapons in his hands destroy all the enemies without discrimination.

Suddenly, Oscar felt that he had an inexplicable respect and sympathy for those rock spiders who were brave enough to move forward. As soon as he thought of this, he shook his head violently and laughed at himself: Is it because he is dazzled that he can't even tell which side is the enemy?

It didn't take long for the one-sided battle to come to an end.

After Curt once again used his weapon to turn the fearless spider into a lifeless stone, a creepy "roar" suddenly erupted from the depths of the cavern.

In an instant, the sound swept through the cave.

Quack, ah-

A flood of sound poured out of the cavern, enveloping the qiē inside. Even the spider, which had been moving steadily before, seemed to be stunned by this "roar". As if frozen, they immediately stopped their qiē movements, and none of the spiders made any more moves.

Curt, who had already moved to a safe position, didn't seem to be affected much, but just shook off guard when the voice suddenly came. Glancing in amazement at the spiders who had stopped moving, he immediately turned his gaze in the direction from which the sound came, but it seemed to be empty in the deep darkness.

Oscar was not so calm, he let out a miserable scream, his will couldn't control the actions of his body at all, and almost subconsciously covered his ears with his hands and squatted deeply. Lizzie, who was standing next to him, didn't react, just turned her head to look at Oscar, and didn't even plug her ears.

It took a while for the horrific noise to subside, but that didn't mean it was over—less than half a second later, the same loud bang rushed out from the same place again.

Quack, ah-

Curt and Lizzie, who were originally relaxed, couldn't help frowning around at this moment - the reaction of these two people was relatively small, and the two waves of sound in a row directly made Oscar's face distort. He gritted his teeth, trying to endure the stiff roar.

And when this roar sounded, the rock spiders that had been frozen one by one not long ago "came to life" again. It's just that this time they didn't continue their previous indomitable offensive, but turned around one by one and began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

They didn't hesitate to come, and they seemed to be quite clean when they retreated. The part that originally fell at the back turned around and ran away, and those who were close to Curt slowly retreated in the direction of Curt, and seeing that Curt showed no signs of catching up, they immediately caught up with the footsteps of the large army.

Seeing the rock spiders who had "lost the will to fight" retreating steadily, Curt couldn't even think of continuing the pursuit. Somewhat boredly, he put the Kukri knife into its scabbard, then stretched and began to walk in the direction of Lizzie and Oscar.

The battle is over, leaving only the remains of their companions abandoned by the rock spiders and the traces of the battle engraved everywhere, indicating that there was once a large-scale battle here.

"No blood, no tears, no fear, go forward bravely, tear a qiē... What a legion. Looks much more powerful than the necromancy skeletons. Lizzie laughed suddenly, but the smile seemed to contain a lot of anger, "It's a pity that such a shoddy thing is so ugly." ”

Oscar loosened his shoulders as he recovered from the stun caused by the previous wave, and now he knew that the "roar" that almost pierced his eardrums should be a signal used by someone to direct these rock spiders, and the small sound they made before should also be part of the signal.

He didn't know if Lizzie's "ugly" was referring to the spiders or something else, but he knew that creating spell creatures wasn't simple spells. He remembered his initial suspicion that the "spiders" might not be some "unidentified monsters", but artificially created rock golems.

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