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Before the conflict was alive, Curt stepped in. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!) He ordered Cameron to back off, and then turned to Hoffman.

"What would you do if your dwarven friend was killed by a barbarian?"

"Chop those bitches to death and throw their heads in the stinking gutter. ”

"So, what if you are tortured to death?"

"Hack those bitches to death, throw their heads in the stinking gutter, and spit. ”

Hoffman roared out every word, stubborn as a stone. So Curt smiled and said carefully:

"I think that's the generation gap. You like to pay the bloody debt, and the human race is more inclined to take revenge on the enemy. I don't want to judge which approach is better, I just think that we should respect each other so that we can unite and continue the journey. ”

“...... Stay away from me next time. ”

Hoffman thought about it and put away the axe. He exhaled evil breath and did not mean to be indomitable. In fact, Hoffman can understand Cameron's motives, but he really can't stand the bloody methods. Hoffman also understands Curt's subtext: that the reason why different races rarely get together is because of their incompatible ideas. Only by taking a step back can we maintain the harmony of the team.

When Curt and the others resumed their journey, Hoffman quieted down. The axe that had been smashed on the door of the head earlier reminded Hoffman that he was already in the middle of nowhere. If Hoffman didn't know how to make a fuss, I'm afraid that not only the barbarians, but even the other monsters in the tundra would come to watch him, which would not be fun at all.

Kelly scouted at the front of the team, returning from time to time to report on the situation, allowing Curt and the others to bypass the monster lair that lined the tundra. It's common sense to avoid fighting as much as possible, otherwise even the strongest team will be exhausted.

That night, Curt and the others set up camp on a hill half as steep as a cliff. In order not to freeze to death, they had to make a fire. Even if the monsters on the tundra would follow the firelight to find them, they wouldn't care so much.

Hoffman built a wall of snow around the fire, effectively retaining the heat. Curt and the others sat between the snow wall and the fire, and took out food for barbecue. After a brief meal, Gordon took out a small shovel and piled a large amount of snow into several bunkers and compacted it. In this way, the hill that could only be reached from one side became an improvised fortress. If a monster attacked, Curt could hide behind cover and bombard them with spells.

It is an iron rule that mages do not keep vigil, and all spellcasters need to be well rested in order to prepare for the next day's spells. After discussion, Gordon and Hoffman took on the first night's vigil. Kelly and Cameron set up a few simple alarms, then went into their tents and slipped into their sleeping bags. Curt sat by the fire wrapped in a blanket and closed his eyes quietly.

As a psionic, he can use meditation instead of sleep. As a young child, Curt had been trained like this for several years, and he had long been accustomed to it. He sank his mind into his inner world and roamed, leaving only a faint spark of consciousness to guard against. When the sound of an arrow piercing through the air sounded, Curt immediately woke up.

A group of the most powerful monsters in the tundra are roaring and rushing towards the hill. Hit by two trolls, three meters tall, their skin sickly white, their limbs and torso bony as wood. They were followed by six snow apes, who stood up to the troll's shoulders, but were muscular and had sharp claws that were able to bite through chain mail with their teeth.

More monsters were coming in from all sides, and at least one team of goblins and orcs archers were shooting arrows indiscriminately. It seems that Curt has crashed into the remnants of the monster coalition, and the opponent's attack is quite orderly.

Gordon ducked behind cover, calmly curling his bow and arrow, targeting the snow ape. He knew that trolls had ridiculously fast regeneration abilities and could basically ignore arrow wounds. The only way to kill a troll is to light another fire and burn the corpse after defeating the troll. Otherwise, even if only half a finger is left, it will be able to grow back into a troll.

A flash of fire fell between the troll and the snow ape, turning into a violent wave of fire. The snow apes immediately screamed and rolled on the ground, and their long hair was used to ward off the cold and was also a good fire starter. The two trolls endured the damage and rushed forward, and Gordon immediately aimed his bow and arrow. One of the trolls running in front was shot in the eye and stopped waving his hands. Taking advantage of this time, Curt cast a second spell.

With the spell of level one, the greasy spell was released, and the two trolls, who had not easily run up the hill, slid down. The extent of the greasy technique just covered the narrow path, turning the hillside into a slide. Cameron lifted the tent and walked out of the tent and fired a round of shots. The metal arrows knocked down a few orc archers who were too close, and they were trying to throw them into the sky, hoping that the falling arrows would fall on the heads of Curt and the others.

In order to deal with the enemy archers, Curt took out the scroll of the inverted arrow spell. He didn't want Gordon and Hoffman to be pinned down in bunker and have to wait until the trolls rushed in before they could fight. After blessing himself with the spell recorded on the scroll, Curt jumped onto the cover and attracted the attention of all the monsters. A sparse rain of arrows immediately came at him, and then bounced back the way they came, stabbing the orcs and goblins who shot the arrows.

Curt took the opportunity to take out the fireball staff and send a fireball explode in the enemy's ranks of shooters. He directly took out the enemy's ranged troops, leaving goblins and orcs dead and wounded.

"Gordon, you can stand up!"

Curt shouted loudly, and at the same time the effective time of the greasy operation was over. The two trolls lunged up, just in time to be blocked by Gordon, who was holding a shield and a sword. Kelly couldn't intervene and could only stand behind. Cameron, on the other hand, shoots cautiously, allowing each arrow to fly past Gordon and hit the trolls who are fighting Gordon.

Gordon is known as the Snow Ape Killer, and he deserves the title. But when it comes to facing more ferocious trolls, Gordon seems a little overwhelmed. As a subspecies of giants, trolls are incredibly powerful. One of them suddenly rounded his arm and swept with all his might. The stick-like arm smashed against the shield, forcing Gordon to spin in half a circle.

The other troll screamed and pounced, ready to crush Gordon and tear it apart and eat it. Fortunately, Curt completed the level 1 spell and turned into a giant art. He reached out and let the power of magic pour into Gordon's body. Gordon's size skyrocketed in an instant, doubling in height, and even half a head taller than a troll. He kicked the troll down the hill with a single kick, and then swung his sword to cut the other troll into a massive wound that stretched from shoulder to waist.

The shape shì reversed in an instant, and the two trolls down the hill in a line, knocking the snow ape that was about to rush up into the back. Cameron took the opportunity to shoot all the arrows and pin the snow ape head by head.

Gordon rushed down the hill and slashed at the troll with a series of swings. Hoffman, who had been holding a shield in front of Curt, also ran after him, happily chopping the troll to pieces with his axe. Later, Kelly pulled a flaming rattan from the campfire and threw it at the trolls. The withered, flammable troll bodies burned, and they lost their ability to regenerate, slowly turning to ashes.

Cameron stood silently in front of the tent, recalling the battle he had just had. He noticed what was so good about Curt that he even felt a little trembling. If it weren't for Curt standing up decisively and eliminating the monster's shooters, then the trolls and snow apes would have rushed into the camp and killed everyone. When Gordon can't fend off the trolls, if Curt hadn't blessed him with the Giant Force, the monsters would still break through the defenses and engage in hand-to-hand combat, which they do best.

No matter how hard Cameron tried, he couldn't think of a better way to deal with it than Curt. And Curt made all the decisions at his fingertips, and without any hesitation, he chose the best plan.

In addition to this, Cameron also notes that for Curt, lethal spells are just a means to extend the advantage, and it is the reversal of arrows and the transformation of giants that really determine the victory. Compared to most battlemages who can only throw fireballs, throw big fireballs, throw big fireballs, Curt is definitely an outlier.

So on the second day's journey, Curt Cameron lowered his posture. He showed more respect to Curt and even offered to talk to Hoffman to ease the tensions. Gordon, who was walking in front, slowed down and gradually became walking side by side with Cameron. He glanced at Hoffman, who had been relieved, and then whispered to Cameron:

"If you wish, we can talk to Mr. Curt privately. I hope to be able to provide him with a long-term service, even if it costs less. Although Mr. Curt's strength is not very strong, I have never met a mage as calm and reliable as him. And he's still young and promising. A down-and-out mercenary like us needs a master like Curt. ”

“...... I'll think about it, give me some time. ”

Cameron's face froze for a moment, then nodded. He couldn't deny that Gordon's analysis was quite correct. However, for some reason, Cameron decided to take it a standing. He would not be able to make a judgment until the end of the journey.

After last night's battle, the monsters on the tundra already knew that Curt and his party were not to be messed with. So in the time that followed, Curt and the others encountered only a few skirmishes. They followed the long drive and reached the depths of the tundra. It was a basin in the hills called the Barbarian Wasteland. A total of three tribes of barbarians gathered here, numbering about a hundred.

The three-day, two-night journey made Curt and his party a little tired, so they first rested in the cave they had found temporarily for the whole day. The need to defeat more than a hundred opponents puts Gordon and the others under a lot of pressure, but Curt doesn't care.

Because Curt had already had a plan, he didn't plan to force it out.