There are many kinds of monsters and beasts in the multiverse. If you encounter a monster that you have never seen before, and you do not know at all, how should you eliminate it?

The legendary adventurer Adrian, who has the title of Gold Sniffer, made a very incisive summary of this situation, and the most classic sentence is: "Chop its head hard, if it has any."

On his first day as an adventurer, Barrett kept this sentence firmly in his heart.

The body of a blight monster is almost entirely made of grass, so its type should be classified as a mutant plant. However, once the head-like parts on the body were cut off, these mutant plants fell to the ground with a thud, just like ordinary humanoids.

The resonating battle axe in Barrett's left hand slashed heavily, slicing the deadwood monster that jumped towards him in half from head to toe, and then the metal poetry in his right hand swept back and forth, sending a lot of bursts flying. The surrounding monsters cleared a small safe space around them.

The shield of Metal Poetry does not seem to be willing to be a character who can only be beaten and take damage. It also seems to have a heart that wants to output damage. When Barrett uses the Metal Poetry in his hand to attack the enemy, the shield will become extra light. Increases the barbarian's attack speed.

The group of them followed the trail to arrive here, but unexpectedly encountered a large number of withering monsters' attacks.

After discovering the bodies of many people, horses and monsters, the little wizard found some clear hoof prints on the edge of the battlefield. It seems that some survivors survived the battle.

However, the hoof prints of the centaurs were still covered with traces of the actions of many blight monsters, and it seemed that those monsters were chasing the survivors. Because it was not too long before the river battle ended, after a brief discussion, everyone decided to follow the traces to see the situation, and this was the battle in front of them.

The battle continues. After a short charge, the barbarian was about to throw the resonating battle axe in his right hand forward, but he just threw it and stopped inexplicably. Because he suddenly remembered the "person's name" mentioned in the description of the heavy artillery throwing skill. It seems that when using the skill, saying that "person's name" will have an additional effect.

"Philin..." Our barbarian adventurer shook his head and closed his mouth as soon as he read half of his name. It's too shameful and stupid to do this, and he doesn't want his companions to be misunderstood as insane.

Barret silently threw the battle axe to the left, and the battle axe with the heavy artillery throwing skill accurately hit a deadwood monster that was rushing towards Guin. Many of the same kind were knocked to the ground.

Grove in the form of a giant bear roared and rushed over, crushing the monsters that had not died on the ground one by one, and then the giant bear ran to Gene again and helped him eliminate all the remaining three dead branches.

"Hoohoo, thank you, thank you!" Gene lowered his weapon and leaned against the stone behind him, gasping for breath.

The wizard's martial skills are decent, but his physical strength is not up to standard. Not long after the battle in front of him started, this guy started to gasp for breath.

Fortunately, with Bear Grove taking care of Gene, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"There are still many monsters coming, be careful." Barrett warned, reaching out to recall the Resonating Battle Axe, and then glanced at the boiling wall of fire not far away.

The wall of fire isolated a large number of blight monsters on the opposite side, which made the battle here not too dangerous. Only a few fast-moving deadwood monsters could come around from both sides, but the other slow-moving monsters could not do so, they were all contained by the little mage.

Kris' figure flew over the wall of fire, and there were many pine needles on the ground that were shooting at him like arrows, but they were blocked by the various protective magics flashing around the little mage.

Mage armor, protection from arrows, shielding, and a few magical effects that Barrett doesn't recognize. This guy must be the safest among us, Manzi thought. He took his attention away from the little mage and looked at the merchant Ariel and the bodyguard Red Crab on the other side.

There are a lot of monsters around these two people. Although Red Crab is wielding a rapier and a long dagger, he is limited by the need to protect the employers around him, so he is somewhat passive in the battle situation.

Barritt was going to help the two people to clear the siege first, but he just ran two steps when he heard a very violent explosion suddenly sounded on the other side of the fire wall. The barbarian turned around in time and raised the shield in his hand, blocking the flying monster limbs and mud fragments. After the sound, he cautiously stuck his head out from behind the shield and looked in the direction of the explosion.

The boiling fire wall blocked Barbarian's sight, causing him to not see the loss of the monsters on the opposite side in the explosion, but when he looked up at the little mage in the air again, he happened to see the latter thrown into the palm of his hand. The empty fireball.

The fireball dragged a long flame tail like a comet, and slammed into the ground with a whimper. There was another violent explosion, but Barrett had already shrunk behind the shield skillfully.

A piece of flying dust covered Barbarian's head, and two burning dead branches fell at his feet.

Hmm... I don't know if this thing can be eaten after it's cooked. Barrett looked at the monsters struggling on the ground, and this thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Forget it, even if it is really edible, the taste will definitely not be very good. It should taste similar to charcoal. Who would like to eat charcoal? The barbarian raised the battle axe in his hand and stopped them from struggling.

"Is this the power of a mage?" Grove, who turned into a humanoid, looked at the sky with a complicated expression and brushed off the dirt on his body, but there was still an orange foxtail on the big bear's head. , making him look a little funny.

The mage is indeed terrible, but not all mage fireballs can cause such terrible effects. Although Barrett does not know much about magic, he once heard the wandering mage old Will and the little mage Chris said that magic In addition to its own talent, its power seems to be related to what specialization.

He followed the bear man's gaze to look at Chris in the air again, and found that in the other palm of this guy, a hot fireball slowly condensed again.

Barrett has had several team adventures with the little mage before, and he knows that this guy has always had a short cast interval and can use two spells at the same time. At the beginning, when the level of the little mage was very low, he couldn't see anything, but now that he has become a middle-level mage, he has become extraordinarily powerful.

Another fireball slammed into the ground, and the two palms of the little mage were shooting at the dead branches on the ground almost inexorably. However, after two rounds of fireballs, the pine needles on the ground gradually became sparse, and then slowly disappeared.

Immediately after that, dozens of burning thick vines stretched wildly from the ground into the air, as if they wanted to pull the little mage down from the air, but the distance between the two sides was too far. It was just in vain. Fate is useless.

However, the little mage did not wait patiently for the vines to burn out. He stretched out his right hand and pointed to one of the vines.

A thin scorching ray shot out from the little mage's finger, burning the vine easily around the waist, and then the orange-red ray followed the little mage's finger and moved to the other vines. The little mage just casually circled a few times with his fingers, and the crazy vines that stretched into the air fell down.

If there is an association mage intervening, this so-called disaster should be nothing. Our barbarian adventurer thought to himself.

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