The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 33 Attacked
"Screw you!"

The rising star could no longer maintain what little dignity he had left.

Enraged, he couldn't resist pulling out his wand.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Tang Qi, on the contrary, was the one who remained calm and unhurried.
"We will also have to face trial in court and punishment from Lord Mel."

Young Master Merard was just about to offer me a job...

So if you're going to fight, please hit him.

Black Snake's mouth twitched.

Seeing his shameless attitude, Nova wished she could throw a fireball at the heads of these two bastards—

It's a pity he hasn't been able to learn it yet!
Tang Qi's words made some sense, and after careful consideration, I felt that the losses outweighed the gains.

All I could do was distance myself from that incessant chatter and leave in a huff.

"You will pay the price!"

"You truly are a respectable scholar; even your tough talk sounds so weak and powerless," Tang Qi replied.

"Fuck you!"

"Rua!"

Watching the rising star glare and fuming, yet helpless to do anything about it, Kuru always felt a sense of satisfaction in venting his anger.

Tang Qi and Black Snake exchanged a glance:
"It seems we've been cooperating quite well."

Black Snake felt that even with the long yoke still on his shoulders, he could finally get a good night's sleep.
"I knew it. With your mouth, I'll never have trouble getting rid of people."

"So you really brought out some treasure from the desert?"

"I advise you to stop asking about these things. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat'?"

"I am a human, not a cat."

"I've heard enough of your lame jokes."

The brief united front ended, and after laughing for a while, Black Snake returned to his previous lazy demeanor.

Unable to glean any further information, Tang Qi had no choice but to sort out the current intelligence—

So, were those adventurers who were picked off by Kuru wiped out because they didn't have the items to detect the illusion?

wrong.

Kuru mentioned that the adventurers were already extremely weak when they were discovered.

The fog was merely a contributing factor.

Before the fog distorted their bearings, they must have encountered some other danger...

It's impossible for something as simple as a few undead or goblin bandits to be able to break up an entire squad.

As Tang Qi increasingly sensed the danger, he found that the hairs on his body stood on end again...

It's very similar to the one that happened not long ago.

"Poet, since your hands are free now, why not sing some lullabies to help me sleep more soundly?"

The black snake's voice echoed in my ears, but it seemed to become a faint echo, gradually becoming muffled and slow.

For a moment, Tang Qi felt as if time had stopped.

His five senses were sharper and his vision was clearer than before.

The frequency of the flames in Yu Guangzhong's campfire seemed to slow down.

The mist, formed from tiny dewdrops drifting through the forest, even when it merely brushed against his skin, suppressed the fine hairs, causing a stinging, itch-like sensation.

His body began to heat up, but his mind remained surprisingly calm—

"This isn't right."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Tang Qi standing there in a daze, Black Snake couldn't resist kicking him.

But Tang Qi seemed to have foreseen his actions.

The moment he lifted his leg, his whole body tensed up as if trembling, and he rolled onto the ground, clinging tightly to its enormous wheels—

"thump!"

"Hey, I haven't kicked it yet!"

Why is this poet trying to stage an accident?
Was he really that timid?
Just as Black Snake was surprised and about to laugh, he heard Tang Qi shout at the same time he almost fell under the truck's side panel:

"Get down!"

"Shoot-"

The faint sound of wind breaking followed closely, almost piercing the black snake's eardrums.

He couldn't discern the source of the sound, but past experience proved it was anything but benevolent.

So almost without thinking, he kicked the truck's side panel with his bound legs, causing the truck to overturn.

However, the truck's side railing got tied to the old ox, causing it to fall headfirst onto the muddy ground.

It struggled to its feet, shaking the truck that was sheltering the prisoners. But in an instant, a loud bang, like something being nailed down, came from under the overturned truck.

The old ox also let out a muffled groan, struggled for a moment, and then fell silent.

"Rua!?"

Kuru was also thrown to the ground, but using the truck as a shield, it barked and pointed behind Tang Qi.

Looking back, several rough arrow shafts, sharpened with barbs, were irregularly stuck at an angle in the damp mud.

really!

This sense of crisis is no different from before.

He did not feel threatened because of the black snake.

Instead, it was the [Specialty: Alertness] that allowed it to sense the danger lurking in the dense forest—

The first time is to be vigilant, the second time is to avoid danger.

"Attacked! Attacked!"

By the campfire in the distance, the howl of the wolf was as deep and powerful as ever.

He had already drawn the greatsword from his back and seen the direction of the attack.

"Everyone, prepare your weapons!"

"Yes!"

They are well-trained mercenaries.

It's a name that can be recognized even within the entire Longjin City.

After a brief moment of panic, he quickly regained his composure.

Upon seeing the direction the greatsword was pointing, and noticing a few short figures hidden in the dense forest and thick fog, they immediately realized where the enemy was coming from:

"It's a goblin!"

The ugly, short, yellow-green-skinned enemy had already drawn his bow to its fullest extent.

The arrows whistled through the air in unison, their shrill cries like the screams of birds and beasts. They stirred up the white mist, soaring into the sky before indiscriminately falling back into the camp.

The well-trained mercenaries were not affected by the scattered rain of arrows.

But the pampered young masters were far from possessing the qualities of ordinary people.

Even when he saw the arrow overhead, flashing with a cold, silvery light, piercing towards his eyes, his obese body could only tremble!

"Master!"

Huss shoved Merad's shoulder, disregarding any semblance of aristocratic decorum in the face of danger, and pulled him down into the mud with him.

"Huss, Huss..."

Merard nearly fell to the ground; the brief dizziness was enough for him to recover.
"Are you OK?"

"Thank you for your concern, but of course not."

As human beings, once we cross the threshold of fifty, many things seem beyond our capabilities.

Fortunately, as the steward of the entire family and the leader of the caravan, Huss always practiced some martial arts to protect himself, so much so that he was even more robust than Merard.
"Young master, they're just some goblins. Let's retreat for a moment and let these mercenaries handle it."

After a brief moment of panic, Merard realized that these goblins were no threat.

He nodded slowly and quickly hid near the pitched tent.

As the most common danger in the wild, few people show respect for these scattered humanoid creatures.

Adventurers who venture out into the world feel that their day has been wasted if they don't kill a couple of bandit goblins.

But underestimating it doesn't mean letting your guard down.

At least Wolf knows that every time he leaves the city, he should be prepared for the possibility of never returning.

Only in this way can we return safely and triumphantly.

"[Stride forward]!"

Nova never lets his guard down in battle; a handful of soil floated in mid-air as he chanted, then he sprinkled it onto the Wolf's plate armor.

The latter immediately let out a loud shout and charged forward, dragging the giant blade in his hand.

It's hard to imagine that, despite being fully armored, he seemed completely unaffected and could still run like a tiger—

In the blink of an eye, he was about to reach several goblins who were still drawing their bows.

As they stood still, their iron boots scraped against the ground, sending up splattered dirt that threatened to blind the goblins.

But just as the mud reached the corners of their eyes...

The blade whistled past.

"Puch-"

The crimson blood that was scattered in mid-air instantly covered the mud and sand that had been splashed up.

Wherever the sword passed, three goblins were cut in two.

"It's not over yet!" he shouted.

(End of this chapter)