A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 46 Crushing (Please read it later, thank you)

The moonlight shines on the ground.

The area around Saget will be cloudless tonight.

In its northwest area, beside a path, several adventurers were sitting around a campfire, preparing for today's dinner.

"There is definitely something wrong with this place. Those undead are actually actively avoiding us."

These adventurers all have the strength of level eight or nine, and the undead ambushing on various important roads cannot be hidden from their eyes.

Several times they deliberately entered the ambush circle of the undead, but the undead not only did not attack like they did to other adventurers, but quietly withdrew from the ambush point.

Not only that, the undead chasing other teams of adventurers would also stay away from them.

"Anyway, the rumor that there are undead causing chaos around Sagat City is true."

The soldier in the team picked up the iron lunch box he had placed on the campfire. The water inside was already boiling. He took out a piece of dry food made of barley, flour, sugar and salt from the bag and threw it into the boiling water.

The soldier swallowed everything in the lunch box in one gulp and let out a long sigh.

The ranger in the team handed the knife in his hand to the warrior and watched him cut off slices of salted meat and throw them into his lunch box.

The warrior also turned his head and looked over. The body of a bat fell under a tree beside the path, and the tail feathers of the arrow were still trembling slightly on its body.

An abnormal feeling of coldness invaded from all directions.

"Who?"

"Those undead were clearly prepared to deal with a large number of adventurers. It doesn't seem right no matter how I think about it. Perhaps the rumor that Sagat City is colluding with the undead is true."

The ranger at the side shouted loudly, and he had already grabbed the longbow beside him. As the voice fell, the arrow had hit the target.

The soldier took his lunch box from the campfire, and the dried meat inside had been cooked soft.

"If I remember correctly, that mission progress update came from Sagat City."

The warrior quickly realized something was wrong and grabbed the two-handed sword beside him.

"Hurry up and rescue that princess, and then we'll leave here."

Soon, the aroma of barley overflowed from the lunch box.

It seemed a little hot, so the warlock exhaled and began to blow air at the porridge again.

"We have no evidence, but it is true that something is not right around Sagat City."

"It looks like a bat. Are you too nervous?"

"I am increasingly suspicious of the source of that mission progress."

"I suspect that the city of Sagat has something to do with the dead."

The soldier put the lunch box back on the campfire. The boiling water made a gurgling sound, and the fat in the salted meat began to melt slowly, emitting a slightly salty aroma of fat.

The porridge for the warlock in the team was ready. He picked up his lunch box on the campfire, blew on it, and took a sip.

"Something's wrong."

The warlock and another rogue adventurer also picked up their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

"I'm sorry, but you probably won't be able to leave this time."

A man walked into their sight.

He held a rapier in his hand and wore an exquisitely crafted cloak made of black goose down decorated with scarlet threads. Under the cloak was a lightweight leather armor that shone with magical light.

Needless to say, pyroblasts, arrows, and the rogue's poisoned knives were launched at the man.

They were all experienced adventurers, and the enemy before them was obviously a strong one, so they needed to deal with it with all their strength from the very beginning.

However, their attacks hit nothing, and the man simply flashed and appeared behind the ranger.

“Knew it would be like this.”

The warrior did not rush towards the man immediately before, but stayed near his teammates.

As he expected, the first round of attacks failed to stop the enemy. If he rushed forward rashly, he would definitely be bypassed. Now, the warrior was in a good position. As long as he took a step forward, he could get around the enemy and then swing the two-handed sword in his hand with all his strength.

His full-strength attack had killed many eighth-level monsters, and he even chopped off the head of a ninth-level hill giant in a single sneak attack.

The warrior moved, took a step forward, and just as he had thought, slashed at the man in front of him with all his strength.

"Even if we can't kill him, this should be able to force him back."

The warrior was thinking so in his heart, but after the sound of metal clashing, the man stood still, while the warrior retreated again and again, and only after four or five steps did he stabilize his body.

"How can it be!"

The warrior was left with only horror in his heart, his hands were shaking slightly. Just now, the man had blocked his full-strength attack with just one hand holding the rapier, and knocked him back.

And his other hand had already grabbed the ranger's neck.

The wanderer appeared behind the man and slashed the dagger in his hand towards the back of the man's neck. But before his dagger hit him, the man turned sideways and the counterweight ball on the hilt of the rapier in his hand hit the wanderer in the face.

With a sound of bones breaking, the Wanderer flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and lay motionless.

Four arrows flew out of the ranger's quiver on their own, attacking the man from different directions. The arrows were very fast, and there was a stream of air on the tail feathers that pushed them forward.

Eyes, throat, heart, the arrows have sharpness magic attached to them, and can easily penetrate ordinary heavy armor. This is the ranger's trump card.

puff.

Only one arrow hit its target, lodging in the man's throat.

But the man didn't even frown, and with a little force on his hand, he crushed the ranger's throat. Then, with his free hand, he slowly pulled out the arrow stuck in his throat.

Not a drop of blood fell from the wound.

"run."

The warlock knelt on one knee, put his hands on the ground, and frantically urged the power that came from his blood.

After two rounds of confrontation, he had clearly realized that the man in front of him was far stronger than them, and he now had no hope of winning.

"Hopefully he'll get away."

This is the warlock's current wish.

The earth responded to the warlock and shook violently, and the last warrior who was still able to move normally fled into the distance without any hesitation.

Any hesitation would only waste the sacrifice of teammates.

The soldiers knew this very well.

The rock rose from the ground like a giant snake and "bite" the man's limbs, fixing him in place.

The warlock took out a dagger and cut his wrist. Blood dripped, and the ground became more agitated. Rocks climbed up the man's body from the ground. Layer by layer, finally, a huge rock ball was left on the ground.

"call."

The warlock breathed a sigh of relief, then felt dizzy. He had overused the power in his blood this time.

"Fortunately, I should be able to recover after resting for half a month."

The warlock stood up and prepared to leave.

He knew very well that this spell could only temporarily trap the man. He needed to escape quickly and leave here.

"Uh……"

The warlock looked at his chest in surprise and saw the tip of the rapier.

"I told you that you can't leave."

After saying that, the man drew his sword, and a bat fell from the sky, squeaking a few times beside him. The man turned around and walked quickly in the direction where the warrior fled.

In the shadows about a hundred meters away, Reinhardt tightly covered the mouth of the mage who had just woken up in his arms, not daring to breathe.

(End of this chapter)