The hot and dry water vapor hits my face, moisturizing the skin, and at the same time condensing into water droplets on the forehead, cheeks, and temples. The water droplets converged into a stream and slowly trickled down his neck.

The clothing in the leather armor had long been soaked, and it was tightly attached to the body, becoming a kind of restraint, which made Barret feel indescribably uncomfortable. He felt like a firefly caught by a spider, no matter how hard he struggled, the restraint still held him tightly.

This sultry feeling made him nostalgic for the coldness of the foggy forest.

Cold and heat are not good. If I were like a mage, how good would it be to know the spell called Endurance Environment? Barret added a new thing to the items he wanted, a magic that could release Endurance Environment accessories.

Just being in such a humid and hot environment is already very painful. If there's anything more painful than that, it's fighting in such an environment.

Barrett wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled the Iron Bride out of a corpse on the ground, and inserted it back into his waist before carefully observing the monster he destroyed.

The corpse is a creature more than one meter long, with a pair of wings, in the shape of a half-man, half-bat. From the fatal wound on the corpse's chest, a trace of steam came out from time to time. This was the small alien creature that appeared from nowhere, the monster steam mephit that Ser Arman needed to destroy.

They will attack the enemy through sharp teeth and claws, and they will also spray hot steam from their mouths. After being injured, they will fly back to the hot springs and rely on boiling water to heal their wounds. Not only that, these little monsters can also use their spell-like abilities to create a torrential rain of boiling water in a small area.

Hot torrential rain and steam aren't deadly, but they can still cause combat attrition. Right now, they're killing only the first of five hot springs, in which Sir Arman's adventurous team eliminated 3 boiling water elementals and 18 steam mephits, 3 of which were heard fighting. Then came from other places.

Although this is a very good record, the adventure team also changed from 25 people to 19 people.

The good-hearted Burton, a shield-wielding militiaman, and two spear-wielding militiamen were all severely scalded, unable to fight again, and have already withdrawn from the hot spring for treatment.

Burns and blisters are nothing. A famous archer was even hit in the face by a "boiling water arrow" from the boiling water element. The scene was horrific. This unfortunate guy couldn't even scream in pain. The hairspring, intermittently.

Fortunately, he did not make that tearing scream, but fell silently in the battle, otherwise his miserable appearance would distract and frighten more militiamen, thereby affecting morale and causing more serious damage. downsizing.

But what happened to this archer has indeed had a big impact on the team's morale.

The coachman took the hapless man to Galano for treatment, but Barrett estimated that the man should not survive tonight. No, probably won't make it on the road.

And others, including Barrett, were also more or less scalded to varying degrees. The top of Barrett's head was hit by the hot rain countless times. Fortunately, those water droplets dissipated some of the heat during the fall, making it from "can hurt people" to "cause pain", otherwise a few torrential rains will fall, the whole The team was about to die in an instant.

The battle was short and intense, and the time for a cup of tea was over. The neat and dignified division confronts the disorderly stragglers, like the giant painting on the dome of the castle hall.

On their side, the knights and the militiamen armed with kite-shaped large shields were in the front, the pike militiamen in the back, and then the archers and hunters, while the knights, the adventurers, and the militia captain dressed in strange clothes were divided into two teams. guard on both sides of the team.

As for the steam mephit and the boiling water element, it is much simpler. They first stopped in place, watching the group of uninvited guests who "invaded" their lair for some unknown reason, and then after two mephits were shot by bows and arrows, another swarm came up, and bursts of anger were emitted from time to time. screaming, as if a pure girl found herself being peeped by a **** when she was soaking in a hot spring.

However, this way of fighting is not right, Barret frowned. Such a tight offensive formation made him feel a little funny, they were there to destroy monsters, not two armies against each other and fight each other.

"What are you thinking?" Hannah stepped forward and asked.

This woman killed a steam mephit by herself. The dagger deflected the sharp claws of the mephit, the rapier pierced the opponent's wings, and then dodged the steam spewing from the crumbling man, and then pierced the monster's chest.

"Fight." Barrett said honestly, "If this goes on like this, you won't get to the last big hot spring, and you'll all be scalded into sausages in a mixed meat soup." He looked at Hannah's neck, where there was a large piece of skin The hot red, red from the neck to the jaw and the base of the ears, looked very abrupt on this woman's fair skin.

In Barrett's cognition, appearance is often more important than life to a woman, but this woman did not complain about her injury, nor did she withdraw from the hot spring to seek treatment.

"What about you?" Hannah noticed Barrett's words. "Isn't you in this pot of broth?"

"Me? No matter what, I won't be cooked like your gang." Because I'm a ferocious wild boar, I can't help myself in such a heat.

Thinking of this, Barrett suddenly felt a little hungry. The two hard-boiled eggs and a few slices of butter bread that he had eaten for breakfast seemed to have been consumed in the battle just now, but when he thought of the archer's face, he suddenly felt Some have no appetite.

"If you can think of a better way, you might as well tell the old stubborn." Hannah glanced at Ser Arman in the distance, and then looked at Barret with some resentment, "I don't want the whole You are the only one left in the team, so you will be too lonely, and I will feel distressed."

Feeling distressed? Well, you didn't care about that then, Barrett thought, because you were dead by then.

"Will you feel distressed when I die?" Hannah asked again, her tone soft and melodious, no longer as lazy and charming as she used to be.

You really know magic! Barrett murmured in surprise, "This is not the time to say that." He avoided.

"Okay, let's go, I know you have some ideas to talk to the old stubborn." Hannah pushed Barrett, "I can see that the old stubborn still appreciates you, Caesar Killer, Dragon Slayer. Barrett," she teased.

"Pseudo-dragon." Barrett corrected.

"Anyway, he should be able to hear your words," Hannah said, "for all of us."

Afterwards, Barret, the worker bee, obeyed the advice of the queen bee and walked towards the knight lord Yarman standing by the hot spring pool in the distance.

He didn't go around the hunters and militiamen who were cleaning the battlefield and making repairs. He patted Eddie, who was sighing at the corpse of the mephit, and pushed away the young man who approached him and seemed to want to say something. Brandon, in the eyes of many people, walked up to Sir Arman's side.

"What's the matter?" Knight Yarman asked blankly, "I don't have any mustard blood sausages for you here."

Is he kidding? Should I go along and smile? Barrett was not sure, so he simply went straight to the topic, "If we attack like this, we may have a lot of casualties."

"Yeah, you're right." The knight lord nodded in agreement, and then changed the conversation, "It would be great if the people who came to support were more useful guys." He said without hesitation.

"What's the use of the people who come here?" Barrett retorted. "If the alpha wolf in the pack is an idiot, no matter how hard the whole pack is, it will starve." In the constant edification of the former dwarf companion.

The knight lord didn't get angry, but raised his head and looked at Barrett in a relaxed manner, "What? You, a warg who killed 5 prey, want to be a alpha wolf too?"

It has to be said that this knight lord seems to be very kind to those who are really capable. Barrett offended him repeatedly, but he did not get angry because of it.

In this short battle, Barrett killed 5 steam mephits alone, and also participated in the attack of the other four. It can be said that nearly half of the mephit casualties are related to him~lightnovelpub.net~ and the knight lord And the apprentice knights are attacking the boiling water elements. Their weapons are enchanted weapons, which can damage elemental creatures and interrupt the "boiling water arrows" they are about to release, but some people are still injured by water arrows and their lives are in danger.

"I'm not interested," Barrett said directly, "just wanted some advice."

"What advice?"

"Change the way of fighting." Barrett pointed to a steam mephit on the ground, "Our opponents are these alien creatures, some monsters who can use magic and go to hot springs to recover their injuries, instead of riding Horse charging knights. A neat formation doesn't help the fight because we're the attackers."

"Without an array, how should spears and bows deal with the monsters attacking?" Yarman knight sneered, "Could it be like those monsters, fighting indiscriminately?"

"That's not what I meant." Barrett shook his head. "No farmer with a little common sense would choose this method."

"Oh? Then what can you do?"

Barrett looked at Sir Arman, and slowly said his thoughts, "It's very simple, destroy them separately."

"Destroyed separately?" The knight lord pondered.

"The boiling water element won't leave the hot spring, but the steam mephits will chase after it," Barrett explained. "Let those mephits out and kill them, a little at a time, while destroying them and pushing them forward. I call this method It's an oddity."