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Chapter 122 The Pig-Catching Squad

In an area surrounded by high fences, several large wild boars can be seen running wild.

Zellier squinted and counted.

Hmm. There are five in total.

They used their hard noses to frantically dig into the ground, turning the entire land upside down.

The crops were all ruined, and they kept pushing and shoving each other, fighting over the berries that fell from the branches.

"okay."

Seeing this, Zellier drew the brand-new longsword from his waist.

This time he didn't plan to use magic, but rather to test his swordsmanship.

"It's time to get to work!"

……

Marcus moved a small stool and sat down by the fence, where Madame Ersha also sat.

"Madam Ersha, how is this year's harvest?"

Marcus glanced at the wheat fields in the distance. "Judging by this, it's going to be a bumper harvest."

"Thanks to the gods."

Mentioning this, Mrs. Elsa's worried face finally broke into a smile.

"This year's rainfall and sunshine have been good. If it weren't for those damned wild boars, the harvest could have been another 20% higher."

“We’ll take care of this,” Marcus nodded.

"After the autumn harvest celebration, we'll start busy storing the grain in the granary, smoking some dried meat, pickling some salted vegetables, and preparing for winter."

Lady Ersha glanced at the sky and sighed.

"The autumn winds are getting colder and colder each year. I heard from the old folks in town that this winter might be particularly cold, so we need to prepare early."

"Yes, winter is tough."

Marcus nodded in agreement.

This applies not only to farmers, but also to adventurers like them.

The cold winter means the mission will become more dangerous.

Snow, bitter cold, a stiff body.

Both the activities of monsters and the harsh weather present enormous challenges.

Some adventurers who lacked the courage to go on missions in winter even had to take temporary jobs as laborers just to make ends meet.

The two of them chatted casually.

Finally, Lady Ersha could no longer hold back.

"By the way, aren't you going to help your teammates?"

“They asked me to watch over them,” Marcus shrugged.

Inside the fence.

Zellier lowered his body, adopting a standard horse stance, and raised his longsword above his head.

He stared intently ahead, his breathing steady, waiting for the right moment.

Enraged, the wild boars quickly selected their new targets.

They originally intended to escape, after all, the group of humans in front of them were armed with sharp weapons and looked menacing, not someone to be trifled with.

He's completely different from that silly young man who just shouted and yelled with a pitchfork a few days ago.

However, whenever the wild boars charged toward the gap in the fence they had smashed open, several sharp arrows would suddenly dart out from the side, precisely blocking their escape route.

Left with no other option, the wild boars could only roar angrily, directing all their fury at the two humans inside the enclosure.

"Watch closely, Zelier!"

Gray shouted.

At the same time, the largest male wild boar was charging fiercely towards him, its short legs swaying.

Gray nimbly slid to the left and forward, skillfully dodging the attack.

Just as he passed the wild boar, he flicked his wrist and delivered a swift upward slash! "Whoosh!"

Wild boars have no thick outer skin to protect their bellies, and a sharp blade can easily tear them open.

A gaping wound appeared instantly, and blood gushed out.

The wild boar screamed and charged forward a short distance, then began to stagger uncontrollably before collapsing to the ground, twitching a few times before falling still.

The entire process was incredibly smooth and seamless.

Zellier took a deep breath.

He knew he didn't have Gray's keen eye and footwork, so he had to find a safer method.

Recalling the half-sword technique taught by Gray, Zellir switched to a reverse grip on the sword with his right hand, while his left hand grasped the strong blade covered in leather.

In this way, the longsword, after being gripped differently, immediately became a short spear.

A wild boar was charging fiercely toward Zelier.

Wild boars are actually quite formidable fighters.

Weighing three or four hundred pounds, running at an extremely fast speed, plus those two protruding fangs.

The combined destructive power of these elements is, in some ways, more difficult to deal with than many [Easy] level monsters.

Zellir didn't try to take the hit head-on; just as the boar was about to charge and collide with him, he also dodged to the side.

At the same time, Zellir put all his weight on it, exerted force with both arms, and thrust downwards with all his might!
The penetrating effect of that thrust was no joke.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced the wild boar's thick back, the blade penetrating several tens of centimeters into its body!
"Ow!!!"

The wild boar let out a shrill howl, and the immense force of its charge caused Zellir, still impaled on its back, to stagger forward several steps.

Its muscles convulsed violently, and it twisted its body wildly, trying to shake off this despicable human.

Zellir exerted his strength again, twisting the hilt of his sword, and the blade violently churned inside the boar's body!
This action completely destroyed its internal organs.

The wild boar's struggle came to an abrupt halt, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"call……"

Zellier drew his longsword, drawing out a splash of warm blood.

"Ha, well done."

Gray's voice came from not far away, "He's starting to look like a swordsman."

There are three surviving wild boars inside the fence.

Seeing their companions being killed so easily one after another, they went completely mad and charged at Zellir and Gray simultaneously.

But all to no avail.

Gray used the same trick again, deftly dodging the boar's charge before stabbing it precisely in the eye socket with a backhand.

Zellier killed another wild boar in the same way as before.

Now only one wild boar remains.

Madness and ruthlessness are useless now; only fear is rising in my heart.

It clearly realized the terror of these humans and no longer dared to charge at them. Instead, it wandered around the fence like a headless fly, searching for an escape route.

Zellier and Gray had no choice but to chase after it.

But the wild boar was slippery and ran very fast in its panic, almost letting it slip away through the gap several times.

Vales leaned against the intact fence.

He glanced sideways at the disheveled pig-catching duo, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Finally, a dazzling blue light illuminated the farm.

The rhomboid missile burst forth at incredible speed, instantly catching up with the wild boar.

"boom!!!"

The immense magical power exploded instantly, accompanied by a deafening roar, blasting the wild boar to pieces, leaving not a single intact piece of flesh.

In fact, a single Wind Blade spell would have been enough to finish it off, but Zelier was clearly still angry and didn't intend to let go of the wild boar that had made him chase it for so long.

(End of this chapter)