Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 431 Bazak

Talking about strategy and tactics is no substitute for real combat experience.

Rean had never fought on a battlefield like this before.

He stepped forward, pulling the monkey-like monster out of the shadows, and dodged its blows, which were a mixture of rage and fear.

With a single strike and a deflection, the wooden stick shattered the wall and became stuck inside.

After traversing the chaotic hills and wastelands, they encountered a plain mixed with forests and ancient ruins. In this isolated battlefield, obstacles were everywhere.

Rean, on the other hand, showed even greater adaptation to the local environment than the local monsters.

"what."

He stomped on the other's arm until it was dead, then revealed a terrifying smile that seemed to belong to the monkey monster.

He touched the other person's Adam's apple with his right hand and gently pinched and pulled it.

He could not even scream, he clutched his neck and collapsed, dying with his eyes wide open. At that moment, Rean showed a satisfied smile.

He began to understand why the fighting style of the monks was all about using the opponent's force against them, making it seem effortless. It saved them energy!

Then, he took a small half-step back.

"Boom!"

The enraged troop of monkeys, lurking in the shadows, had already surrounded them.

Sure enough, no matter where the primates came from, they all liked to gather in groups. After going deeper into the lower levels, the opponents that Rean and his group encountered were either in groups or extremely strong individuals, and the former were actually much more dangerous.

This wasn't just a troop of monkeys; there were ape-like monsters and small yellow monkeys. Rean even spotted two long-haired bear-like monsters among them.

Your monkeys even have bears!

He sighed, raised his fists, and faint white mist swirled around them, as if he was about to deliver a powerful blow.

"ELDER (The Fire of the Furnace)"

It was Long Yan who made the move; flames descended from the sky, engulfing the surroundings and scorching everything around Rean at its core.

When he stepped out of the flames, he was surrounded by charred corpses, and in the distance, the fleeing beasts were still there. Rean did not give chase; it was pointless.

With an endless stream of opponents, and monsters that could emerge from any area, Rean's killing efficiency was so high that he was already doing well enough to protect himself.

The charred demonic ape on the ground, still lying dead with its eyes wide open, was trembling, seemingly unwilling to die, and was still screaming and denouncing Rean's lack of martial virtue.

"Am I stupid? It would be so much more satisfying to use my spellcasting to clear out the minions instead of fighting your pack of beasts."

While despising the other's stupidity, Rean punched him to death, then bent down to collect materials. He realized that one of the consequences of being possessed by Wu was probably becoming bloodthirsty and decisive.

But in the current situation, this doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

"After the Dragon Word spell, there's still material collection to be done. Once the Dragon Flame is gone, all that's left is charcoal."

Rean didn't know the principle behind it either. Although the magic power consumption of the Dragon Word spell was much greater, the dragon flames in the dragon breath were not only difficult to extinguish, but the materials recovered were also rotten.

"Is it because innate abilities consume less energy? No, it should be because dragon flame itself is special. It ignites the opponent's magical materials, turning the magical materials in the opponent's body into fuel."

It can only be said that the strong always bring surprises.

"Little guy?!"

Rean was somewhat surprised to see Lana returning from the reconnaissance mission.

Among the many practical experiences Lana unearthed during her journey were numerous insights into her potential. One of these was her single-minded, soul-searching ability. Although she hadn't rebuilt her past soul-searching abilities, she still possessed an extremely strong "object-finding" intuition. When she searched for "life," it seemed that no one could ambush her.

"So many people! Acquaintances! Competitors, that golden guy!"

Gilgamesh? Rean suddenly realized that this was a nickname he had casually made up while watching the live stream.

“Bazak Simo? The Eagle of Sindak?”

"It seems that this name is for that really sparkly thing, with very sparkly hair."

The son of a duke from the powerful continental nation of Sindak Empire, a true top-tier nobleman. Of course, he is unlikely to have the right of succession, otherwise he would not have bothered to travel thousands of miles to this remote and impoverished place to become the inheritor of this insignificant little country.

Everyone knows that power can bring everything, and the former hero Lex possessed the power to obtain everything, but can inheriting his legacy make him as strong as Lex? That's not necessarily true.

Based on the intelligence analysis done by Dania and Rean, it is estimated that his situation is not good either. He has probably sold off all the support he has gained from the rear, including some mercenaries and imperial knights.

Achieving results brings everything; missing opportunities along the way means losing all support and logistical assistance.
"In a sense, he is somewhat similar to my past self." The second son of a noble family in this era, if he did not want to live a life of idleness and waiting for death, or become a pawn of the family, probably had no choice but to take all the resources he could obtain and gamble once in the outside world.

But Rean Sudar is a little different; he deeply despises family relationships that are devoid of human warmth and filled only with calculation, and he wishes he could run away as soon as possible.

His enjoyment of playing with flowers and plants while studying pharmacology was not merely a hobby, but rather a skill he learned in advance to make a living in the context of the time.

“Mr. Rean Rean Sudar”.

As the two approached, Bazac Simo, who had removed his armor and appeared quite refined, took the initiative to greet them.

Behind him were the formidable Duke's personal guards, those gleaming golden-armored knights. The first batch of knights had suffered considerable losses, so this must be a new batch.

"Hello, are you Knight Bazac?"

"Ha. No, no, just an ordinary mercenary."

Rean addressed him as a knight, which was also a gesture of goodwill. Bazac Simo himself had neither a title nor merit, but judging from his cheerful expression, he hoped to gain noble status through this "adventure".

In fact, as the son of a duke, even without the right of inheritance, it is not difficult to obtain noble status and become a member of a branch family.

They could either marry into a noble family or become clerks, logistics personnel, or low-level military workers, earning medals for their service and eventually becoming lower-ranking nobles after a certain number of years.

But in the end, she was still under the shadow of her father's generation; she was just Yu Yin from the family.

"I'm not afraid of the second generation squandering their wealth, I'm afraid of them starting their own businesses." Smiling at the enthusiastic Bazak, Rean's heart was filled with rather complicated feelings.

He also knew that the Bazak in front of him was no ordinary person. After all, how could someone who could resonate with the souls of heroes, especially Lex, be a weak or mediocre person?

But considering his investment over the past few days, the men he lost in battle, and the subtle rejection he faces within Radiant City, can he really recoup his losses? Rushing in quickly isn't necessarily a good thing.

His most glorious moment was when he broke through to the lower levels, but as more warriors joined in, he gradually withdrew from the front lines. Rean estimated that the first batch of people had all died, and the second batch was still on its way.

People are forgetful, and given his foreign status, his reputation naturally stagnated. The other hero candidates were no less capable or qualified than him.

His biggest problem is that while the golden-armored knights are very powerful, he himself is only so-so.

“Next up is a swarm of insects. How about we go together tomorrow morning?” Bazak pointed to the tent behind him, inviting Rean to join him.

Instantly, Rean felt the little hand he was holding tighten. The little guy was actually very afraid of insects. It would be a good thing if someone took the lead.

"Well then, I'll take my leave." Rean was indeed interested in learning more about this potential hero.

What he hoped to know even more was the situation of the entire continent, thanks to the intelligence network of the noble scions in front of him.

(End of this chapter)