My Magical Card Tavern

When I was a child, going home simply meant that my friends and I would each go our own way.

As adults, returning home requires overcoming geographical distance, financial costs, and the challenges and family conflicts that come with it.

Money and heart are both major challenges that need to be faced.

"Why is going home so troublesome!"

With a roar, Gennell swung his Lochta Blade and slashed down a group of skeletons, his holy aura rising like flames.

He was cutting grass, or more accurately, he was cutting some bushes mixed in with the grass that required a few more strokes of the sickle to cut them.

Genele realized he had misjudged something.

He thought the skeleton blocking the door would only happen once when he went out, but he didn't expect to experience it again before returning home.

Moreover, due to the intervention of the Adventurers' Guild, the entire Dark Forest has become even more lively, with skeletons appearing in layers upon layers, seemingly out of nowhere.

It feels like if we don't kill them quickly enough, they could use their sheer numbers to force their way into the underground city and reach the surface.

When Gianna recalled that line from the Fate Generator, she truly believed it.

Regardless of who killed the old man, the sheer number of skeletons is indeed convincing; they could practically pack a star into a bag.

After venting his anger by hacking all the skeletons outside the wooden door into pieces, Ginnell felt much better.

With the card box in hand, I chant the magic.

An airflow that appeared out of nowhere gathered all the skull pieces together, and the holy flames generated by the burning holy light turned all the monsters to ashes.

There were too many to choose from, and Gianna didn't bother picking out any that could be used as supplementary ingredients. She just wanted to go back and sit at the bar and have a good drink.

With a ring, Gianna went straight back to her room, took a shower, and then conjured up a glass of beer, gulping it down in one go.

There's definitely no way anyone will come during the first half of the business hours today.

Instead of waiting idly down there, I might as well go back to my little room and relax for a while.

After taking a couple of bites from the nut platter, Gianna turned her attention to the roll.

Cloud storm and mountain shattering – that muscular nun's signature combat technique.

Judging from the style of combat techniques and the specific techniques used, the Cloudstorm Mountain Shattering combat technique is not special, but is full of a grand and sweeping aesthetic.

It lacked the dazzling display of a rapier, the swift glint of a dagger or short sword, and was unlike the splendor of magic.

It's like a heavy object, devoid of any murderous intent, crashing down on you, conveying a simple and direct message: you can only witness my change of tactics if you survive.

That powerful comment was definitely not wrong.

For heavy weapon combat skills, and judging from the move training diagrams on the scroll, the Cloudstorm Mountain Shattering set of combat skills is best used with hammer-type weapons.

As for what kind of combat master can simplify complexity and complicate simplicity, encompassing all kinds of styles, and be the same no matter what weapon they hold, that is beyond the level that Ginell can currently reach.

The master blacksmith of the Church of Holy Light.

As Gianna lay in bed, he wondered what the master blacksmith was, and figured he was probably a dwarf.

The dwarves' forging skills are no joke; just like the orcs' superior physical advantages in melee combat, this is a racial talent.

To get your new weapon as soon as possible, you need to rack up kills in the Dark Forest, whether it's slaying monsters or healing the wounded.

Gianna wants both!

During the second half of the business day, Ginnell came out of the room yawning and quite skillfully prepared beer and nuts for Silver Star.

Luke's portion has also been prepared.

Sure enough, after the wooden door opened, Luke followed Silver Star in.

It seems they came quite proactively this time, and weren't dragged here after being knocked unconscious by Yin Xing.

Just as Genelec was about to speak, Silver Star immediately raised his hand.

"Don't ask too many questions, little Gianna."

"All I can tell you now is that Luke has become interested in the unusual activity here and has decided to spare some attention to help."

"So I'll still pay for his drinks and nuts today, just put it on my tab."

Luke sat down with a tense expression and said.

"When I was cultivating in the altar, I felt a pure malice coming towards me, accompanied by an extremely strong sense of threat."

If Luke were alive, he would have experienced this feeling too many times on the battlefield, so it wouldn't be a big deal.

But now that he has become a spirit of the tribe and is watching over the tribe from the altar, there is a sense of threat.

That's not right.

This could very well mean that the threat is able to disregard the tribe's current fighting strength and go straight to Luke.

Why don't we try to cut those two malicious blows?

Silver Star didn't go into details, and Genele didn't bother to ask, since he still had a guess he needed to confirm.

After it was confirmed, he returned with the evidence and the records from the fate generator and slapped the old man across the face.

Of course, Ginnell didn't forget to show the Cloudstorm Mountain Shatter to Luke and ask the legendary orc for some pointers.

Luke readily agreed, and the second half of the business day was spent in pleasant instruction and guidance.

The next day, Giannai, fully prepared, opened the wooden door, holding the card box in her hand.

Practice makes perfect. This time, after Ginnell opened the gate, flames swept across the land. Magic and card powers were unleashed simultaneously, and huge fireballs bombarded the surrounding monsters indiscriminately.

Few people have ever seen Ginnar unleash her full power, so in a way, these monsters are quite lucky.

At the time, Morin had mentioned that if Ginell used magic and cards together, would it create a double casting effect?

The dungeon is now filled with the constant roar of massive fireballs, making it even more exaggerated than double casting.

There are too many.

Fireballs danced in the air, while holy light filled the ground, continuously scorching the skeleton monsters.

For these undead monsters, holy light is not like a scorching hot surface after being exposed to sunlight, but rather a poison capable of purifying them.

Ginnell was having a great time killing, and adventurers who heard the commotion were also heading in that direction.

Under the combined attack, the skeleton monsters were almost wiped out, with only a few two-star skeleton warriors still struggling to hold on.

Once Ginnerten makes his move, or the adventurers' elite team takes down the formidable enemy, the deaths of those skeleton warriors will only be a matter of time.

However, this crackdown was destined to be anything but smooth, and what Ginell wanted to verify arrived as expected.

Accompanied by the rustling of multi-legged animals moving through the woodland and vegetation, and the indiscriminate screeching of the swarms, the sounds of the animals were everywhere.

Ginnell's expression immediately turned somewhat ferocious, as did the adventurer team. One of the wounded warriors couldn't help but plunge his weapon into the ground, kneeling down and panting heavily, struggling to block out the strange noise.

The wandering knight rode the wind, the assassin vanished in the shadows, and then almost simultaneously let out a roar.

"The swarm!"

"Be careful!"