The battle was basically over. A small area of ​​freezing rain extinguished the flames burning on the grassland, and a burst of smoke was emitted, covering the figure of the little mage Kris.

There was only one blighter alive in the entire battlefield. It was crushed under the huge palm of Bear Grove, neither cursing nor begging, like a dead tree without emotion, only its limbs were constantly stroking.

"Leave the Vast Sea Prairie, you deformed monsters!" The bear man yelled at the monster under his palm, and then smashed it to pieces, "Rhahonle!" He shouted again in a language that Barrett could not understand.

"Elven language?" the guide next to him asked curiously.

"Yes." The bear man nodded. "My mother taught me to say it."

I didn't see it, this stout guy actually understands Elvish! "What do you mean?" Barrett put away the 'Metal Poetry', holding the battle axe in one hand for warning.

"Just a normal swearing, something like 'I curse you,' or 'go to hell,'" Grove replied.

"Why did your mother teach you to say this?" Gene was puzzled.

"Strictly speaking, I actually learned it from my mother myself," explained the bear man. "Sometimes my mother likes a piece of clothing in a shop in a human city, but the price of the merchant's price is too high, and she will be in the shop. After leaving the shop, I whispered this sentence; sometimes we met a group of goblin robbers on the grassland, but failed to eliminate them all, and the mother would also shout this sentence at the back of the fleeing goblin; and more When the time comes, she will pluck a blooming redbud flower and whisper these words to the flower. Over time, I will learn."

That must be a mother with a story, but unfortunately I don't even remember what my own mother looked like. Barrett picked up the head of a blight monster, and looked at the eyes with the same tree lines, or the tree lines in the shape of eyes.

Women, who knows what's going on in their hearts?

A nearby businessman walked over to the crowd, clutching the back of his injured hand, "Damn it, I'm bleeding!" He said to the crowd, then turned his head and complained to the bodyguard following him, "I've told you countless times to be a bodyguard. At the very least, you should prepare a shield, just like our Mr. Barrett, so as to better protect your employer, which is me!"

"It's nothing to make a fuss about, just a few drops of blood." Red Crab looked nonchalant, "and I'm not good at using shields, it's too bulky and doesn't match my fighting style. And it's not only shields that can be used. Come to defense, a good warrior only needs a dagger to block all attacks." His dagger fluttered briskly on the tip of his fingers.

"All attacks?" The businessman shook his bleeding hand in the air twice. "But I'm hurt!"

"Even a six-year-old child won't cry for such a small injury." Red Crab inserted the dagger back into his waist.

"I'm worried that the claws of these monsters may be highly poisonous!" The businessman looked sad, "If it is really poisonous, I don't know if ordinary antidote will be effective. I remember that I brought a few bottles. But it was prepared ten years ago, and it has been so long, I hope the potion should not deteriorate."

Ariel took out a bottle of emerald green potion, asked the red crab beside him to help him unscrew the cork, and put the potion under his nose to smell it, "It shouldn't go bad, it's this strange smell. , it's almost the same as the one I used to drink." The businessman wrinkled his nose and said, "What exactly did the mages use to make this potion? Is it the sweat of a skunk? I haven't heard that it has a detoxification effect."

"I prefer to use durian to describe the taste." Barrett put the head of the blight monster in his hand into the space ring, "At least when I drink it again, I will feel better."

The breeze blew past, blowing away the thick smoke not far away, making the little mage appear from the steaming smoke, and showing the scene on the other side of the fire wall in front of everyone.

What you can see is a black world full of dust and ashes, out of tune with the vibrant green surrounding it. All the creatures in the area, whether it is a monster like the blight monster or ordinary animals and plants, have been turned into lumps of coke with indistinguishable shapes. Occasionally, some rainwater that has not disappeared will drip on the coke, and there will be bursts of faint '呲呲' sounds.

A wisp of ashes fell on the tip of Barrett's nose with the breeze. He rubbed his hand casually, his fingers turned black, and a faint ink mark was left on the tip of his nose.

"You said, if it's purely destructive, what creature can compare to a mage?" The businessman looked at the scene in front of him and asked in a low voice.

He seemed to liken the mage to a separate species, a whole new species detached from the human race, and Barrett looked at the figure that flickered in and out of the smoke. Others were not surprised by this, including Barbarian himself.

"I think it should be the devil," said the guide Gene. "Some time ago, they caused an extremely shocking tragedy in the kingdom, which is definitely much more tragic than the current situation."

"Makes sense." The businessman nodded, then looked at the bear man with a complicated look. "What do you think? Grove, do you think there is any creature that is more destructive than the devil?"

"Human." Grove used a low tone and said a strange answer that was not recognized.

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After simply cleaning the battlefield, Barrett used his tracking experience to lead the crowd to follow the new traces left by the survivors. But it didn't take long for those new traces to split into two, which made us rescuers a little embarrassed.

"Is there a gathering place nearby?" Barbarian asked towards the guide, "Since these centaurs live on the Vast Sea Grassland, they should be familiar with the nearby terrain, and at least they will know the direction to go home."

The guide Gene glanced at the sky, and then pointed to one of the traces, "If I remember correctly, there is a centaur clan called 'White Mane' in the east, which is the direction this trace is heading."

"What about the other trace's line?" Barrett asked again.

"Nothing." The bear man replied in place of the guide. "These centaurs are from the Whitemane clan. I know them. The surviving centaur is probably injured." Like the guide, he also pointed to the direction of Traces of the East, "The other centaur should be trying to attract the attention of the monsters and buy time for his companions."

"How do we go?" Barrett looked at the little mage.

"For me, it's the same as saving everyone. After all, we don't know the two surviving people." The little mage folded his hands on his chest, "But it's better to save the one with a higher chance of survival. If you catch up to the end and see It's a corpse, so it's a waste of time."

"Let's go save this injured man," the businessman suggested. "If he is really injured, he shouldn't go very far. We will talk about the follow-up when we meet that guy and decide whether to live or die."

"Then you go save this one, and I'll save the other one." Bear Grove added, "If the other one is still alive, I will **** him back to the Whitemane Clan." After he finished speaking, he changed back to the giant bear form again. He ran to the distance along the trail without even saying goodbye, just as suddenly as he came.

"Let's not waste time~lightnovelpub.net~ The little mage said to everyone, "Since you have decided to brush the reputation of these wild tribes, try not to give up halfway, maybe there will be some surprises when you are full. Woolen cloth. "

The businessman looked at the little mage who was slowly rising into the air, and asked Barrett sideways, "What is a reputation?"

"It's to make it easier for others to accept you." Barbarian replied according to his own understanding.

"Oh, so it is!" Ariel nodded suddenly. "Is this a special word used between mages?"

"Probably." Barrett said uncertainly. He heard the businessman repeat the word in a low voice, as if trying to take it to heart.

The team marched for more than an hour, and the hoof prints of the centaur survivors suddenly disappeared. There were some traces of battle where the hoof prints disappeared, and there were still three dead goblin bodies and a broken bow with a dead bowstring.

As for the centaur survivor, I don't know where it went.

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