fallen devil

Chapter 15 No.15 The Disaster of the Weak IV
The night dissipates, and the sun shines on the earth.

The battle on the green field is drawing to a close.

Frost covered the scorched monster's body, followed by a quick and powerful slash, and the zombie in front of him was beheaded.

The staff inlaid with the iron statue was lightly tapped on top of his head, feeling the increase in experience points, the male mage in the gray coat heaved a sigh of relief.

"Cleaning finished?"

When he turned his head, three adventurers came from all directions in the green field, the weapons in their hands were stained with the monster's blood.

"Yes."

An assassin and two barbarians nodded to the male mage and began to report information.

The Martigalrog team lost contact. Considering their mission and the strength of the monsters in the bloody wasteland, the camp sent adventurers like them to investigate the matter.

Although they didn't say it clearly, they knew well that most of the Rogues were killed by golden eyes.

More than ten years ago, the monsters in the bloody wasteland were almost wiped out by the adventurers. They retreated to the "evil cave" and strictly guarded the last line of defense. It was a comprehensive victory.

Under the leadership of outstanding adventurers, many outposts were built, and the bloody wasteland has turned into a peaceful green field except for the period of "Evil Moon".

The good situation boosts morale, and the adventurers intend to step out of the bloody wasteland and move towards a darker region.

However, within a short period of time when the elite team broke into the "Icy Field", the "Evil Moon" suddenly descended.

None of the astrologers in the camp expected it.

The thick darkness covered the sky, and the shadows gushing out flanked back and forth, intertwined with blood and screams, and only a few people fled back to the nearest outpost.

But the darkness didn't stop, golden eyes appeared in the bloody wasteland, it fanned countless zombies, spurred the flames, and turned the largest outposts into ruins.

After the "Evil Moon" ended, it stayed in the bloody wasteland and gradually faded out of the sight of adventurers.

It wasn't until the arrival of Amber and Nania that it was alarmed, and the Rogue camp, which had accumulated strength, wanted to take this opportunity to completely eliminate the culprit.

"There are detailed records of the direction of each Rogue team. The terrain of the bloody wasteland is not complicated. Excluding the withered forest on the east side and the needle-growing land on the west side, only the jungle in this direction has not been checked."

"Lord Alaka will send someone to set up an outpost later, we only need to observe the entrance for a while before returning."

"Check your equipment and set off immediately."

The male mage unfolded the scroll that he carried with him, quickly browsed the content on it, and carefully put it into the bag.

"By the way, Captain, you have participated in the 'Battle of the Ice Field', right? Are those golden eyes different from ordinary monsters?"

The barbarian who drank the antidote noticed the hideous scar on the male mage's arm, and couldn't help asking.

The other two also looked over with curious eyes.

"Haha, this is not a wound from that battle."

The male mage frowned slightly, noticing the barbarian's gaze, he couldn't help but laugh.

He rolled up his wide sleeves indifferently, his strong arms were covered with hideous wounds, and there was a metallic light on his shoulders.

"This hand was broken at first, but I found a way to connect it later."

Lightly tapping the metal block on his shoulder, the crisp sound echoed in the silent atmosphere.

"The monsters that have experienced the evil moon will be greatly weakened. The zombies we are facing now, the fallen demons, all attributes are not as good as before."

"But that's only for ordinary monsters. Some tricky ones can retain the power of expansion and give birth to terrifying abilities."

"Arc, fire, frost, putrefaction, and more."

The male mage was explaining, while paying attention to the changes in the expressions of the three.

The assassin's eyes quickly became serious, and he, who is familiar with the way of balance, is very clear about the troubles these abilities bring.

The two savages seemed to understand but half understood. They were born from Harrogas with a strong physique, and many elemental resistances were stronger than ordinary people.

Still a rookie who needs training, the male mage secretly shook his head, "Strange, why haven't Gaskell and the others arrived yet?"

There are two teams dispatched for this mission, a team of male mages and a team of barbarians named Gaskell. According to the previous plan, they should meet in this green field at this time.

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Tall trees cast shadows, and unknown grasses grew within.

A rough hand squeezed it tightly, and blood flowed from below, forming a pool of blood.

"Brave Harrogath, won't you run away with your companions?"

The man in the faded long coat sighed, raised his left arm slightly, and the pitch-black crow croaked and took off.

Through the vision of the crow, he confirmed that there were no human beings around.

Except for the writhing savage at his feet.

Meaningless reprimands came from his mouth, one hand pressed the wound of the sneak attack, and the other hand struggled to support the ground, trying to get up, but failed again and again.

First he was poisoned by the corpse vine, and then he was slashed by a long knife covered in numbing liquid. Even Gaskell couldn't stand it.

"Iwamoto, you are willing to become a fallen person."

"It's in vain that I once had a drink with you. I'm really blind. Look at your appearance, vicious beast."

"Give me a good time."

Black blood was continuously coughed up by him, he laughed miserably, unable to display his strength, this is the most embarrassing way to die.

"Actually, your companions can't escape either."

"When they meet 'Original Asahi', we will catch you all."

Iwamoto said calmly, looked at Gaskell expressionlessly, stretched out his hand, and a bottle of clear potion fell beside him.

"you···"

Gaskell's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Ten Iwamoto, his face was covered by shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"This is the venom of the corpse vine. Just kill yourself."

He chuckled lightly, as if mocking himself, and looked at Gaskell with a complicated expression in his sad eyes.

The two sides were silent for a long time, and completely different thoughts passed through their minds.

Clearly aware that the toxins in his body were rapidly dissipating, Iwamoto Ten looked at Gaskell, who was hesitating in front of the medicine, and sneered disdainfully.

"Harogath man, don't you need this kindness?"

He murmured, and the barbarian lying quietly on the ground with dead leaves let out a roar, the circle of light visible to the naked eye spread out, and the smoke and dust and broken leaves stirred up in an instant.

Shouting skill, Lv4 howling.
Iwamoto stepped back immediately, and Gaskell's way was blocked by a wall of strange green vines.

With anger, Han Guang tore through the vine wall with a domineering posture, Gaskell held a short knife, and his figure kept charging.

Combat skills, Lv5 heavy attack.
Faltering, deftly dodging the sharp rattan attack, he retreated to the corpse of a companion, picked up the battle ax in the pool of blood, and dropped the dagger in his hand.

Combat skills, Lv2 two-handed swing.
Holding a one-handed battle ax in both hands can effectively increase the damage of "critical hits", and at the same time it will cause additional damage.

He rushed forward decisively, like a charging ox, the battle ax in his hand shone coldly.

"Reckless because of power."

Iwamoto's eyes were fixed, and he roared like a beast. His brown hair grew wildly, and his body swelled in an instant.

Transformation skill, Lv2 bearman transformation.
The huge bear's body was taller than Gaskell's, and Iwamoto rushed forward with a roar, and the bear's paws whipped up a strong wind, making a sound of hunting.

(End of this chapter)