Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

The instant the snap of the fingers occurred.

Apart from the gentle breeze, nothing seemed amiss in the venue.

Just as everyone was about to exhale the breath they had been holding in their throats, the shaman hiding behind the giant goblin suddenly clutched his throat.

"Cough... Ah..."

It arched its back in pain and slowly knelt down: "The cursed one... my lord will not let him go..."

His voice was getting hoarse, but he kept muttering curses under his breath, but gradually...

It couldn't even make a sound; it was enveloped by a strong sense of suffocation, as if the surrounding air was rejecting it.

In its hazy state of consciousness, it saw Viktor's back, and its previously somewhat unfocused pupils suddenly burst forth with a strong purple light.

"Cursed One, we... will meet again in the future."

At that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang in Viktor's mind, making him tense up.

Looking to the side, one sees the light in the shaman's eyes fade quickly, and his limbs, which had been struggling, have already fallen still.

They are completely dead.

But judging from the way the people around them looked, they hadn't heard anything at all.

The adventurers looked terrified.

Just by looking at the shaman's grotesque and distorted face, everyone could imagine how much pain he must have been in before he died.

Those who had previously pointed their weapons at Viktor felt a chill run down their spines and inexplicably felt suffocated.

"Gurgle! Gurgle!..."

However, before the adventurers could even think, the goblins around them suddenly screamed wildly and attacked them.

Everyone immediately gripped their weapons and got into position.

The two sides, who had just stood calmly, resumed their bloody battle.

The whistling sounds of magic, arrows, and sword light shook the entire forest.

"..."

Although the battle was intense, Viktor was somewhat careless after what had just happened.

It's just muscle memory that makes him raise the bow and shoot the arrow.

His archery skills were so precise that he resembled a master archer, constantly attracting the attention of others.

But Viktor didn't care at all; he was just feeling annoyed.

He had suddenly agreed to the shaman's offer of recruitment because something on the shaman's waist was flashing with blue light when a barrier appeared around him.

He was certain it was a piece of "equipment," but just as the other person died, that voice appeared in his mind...

The blue light emanating from the shaman...

Disappeared.

......

Without its leader, the goblin fought the adventurers with only rage, delaying them for a considerable amount of time, but the outcome was never in doubt.

As a warm yellow hue faintly appeared on the western horizon, the last goblin was stabbed to death by Roland's sword.

Someone whistled: "Beautiful strike, Roland!"

The group chatted and laughed as they began to clean up the mess.

Lilith stood to the side, looking at the hellish scene of blood and green stones before her, her breathing becoming rapid.

"elder sister......"

She instinctively tried to hug Leila beside her, but found nothing and looked around blankly.

But then he saw that the other person had appeared beside Viktor at some point, and the two were now squatting together whispering to each other, seemingly having a good relationship.

Lilith shook her head in disbelief and murmured, "It's over, it seems like my sister doesn't belong to me anymore."

Lyra, oblivious to her sister's unusual behavior, was busy working with Victor to deal with a bunch of pointy ears.

"You're not happy now that you've dealt with the shaman?"

Seeing that Victor wasn't wearing his usual smile, Lyra remembered what he had said when they dealt with the shaman, and offered words of comfort:

"Shamans are very cunning; it doesn't really matter if we don't get any useful information."

Her words, coupled with her cold expression, sounded rather odd.

However, Victor knew the other party meant no harm, and it was only after being reminded that he realized he hadn't been controlling his facial expressions.

"You're right."

He didn't intend to explain anything, and responded with a smile.

Upon seeing this.

Leila's beautiful eyes lit up. She hadn't expected her words of comfort to be so effective, and she was about to say something more.

However, she was really bad at these things and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Are you staring at me like that, Miss Lyra, trying to retrieve your magic book?"

"Um?"

Only after Victor pointed it out did Lyra realize her rudeness.

Just as I was about to explain, I remembered a question I had asked before:

"Has Mr. Victor studied magic before?"

During the previous battle, she had noticed a faint fluctuation of magical energy in the distance the moment the giant goblins knelt before her.

And the boy's astonishing snap of his fingers.

"Yes, we have had contact with each other."

Victor knew what the girl wanted to ask, but he didn't want to reveal too much, so he pretended not to notice the strong probing in her voice:

"But actually, I didn't deal with that shaman."

That's not entirely wrong, if the shaman knows that the opponent is chatting with him to buy time and absorb magic to prepare a curse.

If we had asked our so-called master for help at that time, we would probably have had a chance to turn the tide of the battle.

"Okay, then I'll go arrange the next roundup."

Lyra nodded blankly, as if she believed her, and stood up to leave in Lilith's direction.

Most likely they don't believe it.

Viktor thought to himself as he watched the other person's retreating figure.

The class of curse mage may have appeared on this continent before, but I just didn't know it.

"Hey! Viktor, why are you allowed to slack off?!"

At that moment, Renn, who was not far away, suddenly started shouting in their direction.

Victor looked up and saw Ryan carrying a large bag of pointed ears, looking displeased.

Judging from the sweat on his face, he must be really exhausted.

"Sorry, having a spatial magic tool makes things much easier."

"You bastard! You want a duel, don't you?!"

Oliver walked behind Ryan and secretly rolled his eyes.

Is challenging the captain a death wish? And shouldn't Rein get past his own hurdle first?

Just as everyone was relaxing and cleaning up the battlefield, on the other side of the forest...

The people at Camp One had just finished clearing out a nest.

"Captain, is this the third hideout we've cleared out?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Didn't you notice the number of goblins? The previous lair must have had at least a hundred, but here..."

Before the adventurer could continue explaining, the team leaders of Camp One had already noticed the problem.

This enormous nest before us is not only in an excellent location, but also has three or four times more traps than other places, and its layout is quite different.

But in this lair, apart from the recently slain pack of dire wolves and a few giant goblins, there were no other monsters.

"Could it have already been moved?"

"It's very possible. We should immediately search for the king's lair; perhaps something has gone wrong there as well."

The team leaders spoke with grave expressions.

The adventurer who had noticed the anomaly earlier immediately stepped forward: "Then I'll notify the other camps."