Warriors will die if they charge.

"Help me out, I hope you can give me some gold coins, not those worthless guild points. After all, even the greatest adventurer is just a stray dog ​​in most people's eyes, right, friend?"

"We are currently discussing what you call the Water Druid."

"I was also discussing what I called the Water Druid..." Marcus squinted, sensing that the man in front of him was strangely calm, and his sarcasm didn't hit any sore spots.

Let's try a different approach: "Friend, you keep asking us what we can do. Shouldn't the right thing to do be to provide information to our newly arrived team? Jenny keeps talking about mud monsters, shadows, and devils, but that's all nonsense. As the camp leader, besides issuing a blockade order, what other methods have you tried?"

"Or perhaps you never intended to look for one, and are just waiting for someone else to do it for you?"

In the corner, the red light under Trish's hood grew stronger. In her infrared vision, the supervisor's body temperature distribution remained even, with the head and abdomen reddish and the torso and limbs light red.

His temperature distribution was like a perfect example, unaffected by his speech or the environment.

Zhuoer pulled the crossbow, the sound of the hook locking onto the bowstring was very faint, yet it was particularly jarring in the silent hall.

The supervisor's expression slowly changed; his handsome middle-aged face contorted with rage.

"You're asking for it, brat. No one has ever survived humiliating Black Sword Habaka..."

"Marcus!"

Trish lifted her cloak, adopted a hip-fire stance that allowed her to shoot at maximum speed, leaned slightly back, bent her legs, and pulled the trigger.

The crossbow string snapped back with a sharp thud, and the arrow pierced precisely through the gap between Marcus's body and arm, striking Habakak's hand as he drew his sword.

The steel arrowhead of the crossbow touched the hand covered in tiny scars, first producing a slight metallic scraping sound, and then piercing a bloody hole.

Upon receiving the warning, Marcus immediately sprang up, raised his right foot, and kicked out powerfully at Habakak's abdomen.

The smooth feel of the chainmail came from the soles of my feet, followed by a strange, slimy sensation with an odd, hard feel, like scales.

Habaka was kicked and sent flying onto the stairs. Jenny cried out "Uncle!" and immediately ran downstairs to check on his injuries, only to be stunned by what she saw.

Habakak, who was kicked down the steps, buried his head in his chainmail and took off his clothes as the metal slid down.

In the bright, golden light of the hall, a thick, dark green tail slid out from the shadows of the lining, its hissing sound like that of a snake echoing throughout the space.

Habakak vanished, and from the social cloak that symbolized his status as a manager and warrior, a thin, snake-like monster with dark green scales slid out, its chilling aura casting a cold shadow over the sweltering hall.

The snake-man's thin arm flung away Jenny, who was standing there stunned. His vertical pupils swept over Marcus, who had drawn his longsword, Bardin, who was holding a battle axe, and Trish, who was pointing a crossbow at her head. Finally, his gaze stopped on Marcus's longsword inlaid with a blood-red gem.

It emitted a slippery hissing sound, like the restless movement of rain-soaked, withered leaves being turned over by the wind:

"First you mocked them with words, then you relied on the drow elves' infrared vision to judge the temperature changes. I have never seen such a reckless adventurer team as you."

"Snake-man...why?" Jenny, who had been thrown aside, slumped onto the railing, her gaze fixed blankly on the monster that resembled a normal person's size, and murmured, "They couldn't possibly be here..."

"What bullshit snake-man, this is a water ghost druid." Marcus drew the magic longsword he had obtained from the devil's vault and pointed it at the monster whose eyes were gleaming with strange bloodlust.

I recognize him, that's a Water Druid! Definitely not some snake-man, that bitch Niloka doesn't keep snakes.

The captain lowered his voice and said to his two teammates behind him:

"Proceed with the agreed-upon tactics!"

Bardin, who was holding an axe and ready to charge, coughed awkwardly twice, pretended to pick up a crossbow and nock an arrow. Judging from his appearance, he had no intention of providing cover from the rear.

With shield in hand and sword at his side, Marcus slowly approached the Water Druid's position, his dawdling manner making Trissy a little impatient.

The snake-woman was muttering strange, incomprehensible words, and she could sense the flow of magic within her.

Zhuoer pulled the trigger, attempting to disrupt the snake-man's spellcasting. Even though she had just acquired the standard human crossbow, she could still accurately hit any spot.

A metallic iron arrow shot out of the chute with a whoosh. This arrow far exceeded the limits of an ordinary archer, taking only two seconds from nocking the bowstring to firing.

[Rapid Fire] is Trish's specialty. In the shadowy region, there is little time to aim. Encounters, assassinations, and attacks are what she experiences every day.

The air howled in response to Zhuo'er's masterful archery; the world, in her eyes, became a crystal-clear mirror, and when the trigger was pulled, Trish knew exactly where she would strike—

Eye socket.

She didn't let her guard down at all and continued to pull the crossbow to load arrows, because the "Complete Book of Races" she had read before mentioned that the snake people had a large number of spellcasters.

The arrow, about half a meter away from the snake-man, seemed to be forcibly grabbed by a large hand. The air was compressed into the narrow gap, causing the paper shaft of the arrow to wail and explode from the middle, scattering countless tiny wood chips.

"A mind sorcerer..." Triss slowed her movements slightly as she muttered to herself, "This is troublesome."

"What did you say?" Marcus asked loudly with his back to Trish. This water druid even knew how to defend against arrows. It seemed the only way to fight him was with his strong arms.

"Charge! Engage in close combat!"

"Charge? You don't want me to die, do you? The arrow charge has a broken shaft. If I charge, my spine will probably crack." Marcus muttered, watching the water ghost druid slide backward with its big tail and short legs. He felt that continuing to approach slowly was also going to be difficult.

But why should I get close to him? Now that I know he's a water druid, I might as well just go for it.

Marcus had just opened his mouth, intending to give the Water Ghost Druid a special "gift of food" with his tongue.

Then, that monstrous, unfilial creature, swung its thin, dark green arm, covered in dark green scales, forward. Dense, rain-like dark green teeth burst forth from its palm, piercing through the light with a crackling sound, and hurtled towards him.

The warrior, who had never been exposed to magic, still held these strange things in awe. Instead of taking the blows head-on, he raised his ordinary little round shield to cover his fatal face and chest, while his longsword flashed rapidly in front of him.

Some of the bone teeth were deflected by the round shield, while others were dispersed by the magical aura carried by the longsword, falling to the ground with a clattering sound and turning into green powder that drifted away.

The remaining few all landed on speed bumps.

Marcus felt an itch on his abdomen, as if he had been bitten by a swarm of mosquitoes at the same time.

After the dense barrage of blows on the round shield ended, he lowered his brows and looked down.

The surface of my once strong and powerful eight-pack abs now has a layer of blood holes. I thought it was some kind of powerful magic, but it's just this?

His eyes slowly emerged from the shield, staring at the cold-blooded, icy water druid:

"I'm starting to believe Jenny is your niece. The stuff you two shoot is equally boring."