Reincarnated as a bamboo rat, it begins its extreme survival struggle.

The fireballs spat out by the fire-chewing hyena not only tore through the adventurers' outer defenses but also plunged the attacking monsters into a state of terror.

For Warcraft, the fire-chewing hyenas from the rear put immense pressure on them.

However, the human defense line ahead is also an extremely dangerous and perilous area.

Caught in the middle, the monsters completely lost their coordination after those fireballs and scattered into a pack of fleeing beasts.

This was the only good news the human side, who had retreated to their defensive line, could receive.

Two people are gone—

The last soldier to retreat from the front lines flung a half-crippled thief toward the back of the camp.

The thief was covered in wounds and was barely breathing. Whether he would survive depended largely on luck.

Losses during the battle are certainly not good news.

"Ouch——"

The howls of the fire-chewing hyenas echoed from the distant mountains and forests. After driving the beast tide to break through the outer defenses, these creatures were also preparing to make their move.

Their combat power is far more terrifying than this swarm of scrawny monsters.

"Reorganize the defenses! Those who are still in high fighting strength, hold the front! Two soldiers, take the wounded to the back!"

"Quickly, quickly, let's coordinate!"

The commander directed the various adventurers, and the strong warriors roughly threw the wounded backward, where they crashed into the sheds they had set up beforehand.

The injured person landed on a soft shed, so they didn't suffer too many fall injuries.

However, cramming a group of wounded people into a single shed was hardly a good way to settle them, but the situation was urgent and the conditions in the camp were the only option available to them.

In this increasingly critical situation, Edu, who had gone into the camp to collect items, finally returned to the adventurers' rear.

"Mr. Bell, I've brought all sorts of pots, pans, and utensils!"

Edu threw a large handful of pots, pans, and other utensils on the ground, including sturdy wooden barrels, small iron pots, metal forks, knives, and other similar items.

This pile of pots and pans, stacked high, makes a series of soft, rustling sounds when you lift it up.

"Well done, believe me, this will be..."

Your chance to turn the tide.

Bell took apart the pots and pans, tapping them one by one, trying to hear the sounds they made.

Bell struck the keys very quickly, and he also lit a flame under his feet to accelerate his thinking and memory.

"Edu, arrange these pots and pans as I instruct!"

With a rough idea of ​​how to arrange them in mind, Bell directed Edu to place various pots, pans, bowls, and buckets in different ways and locations.

The commotion they caused together was quite significant, and would normally attract a lot of attention.

But with the battle raging, the adventurers had no time to worry about Edu, as long as he didn't appear on the front lines and disrupt the defenses.

In the relatively safe rear, Edu and Bale quickly piled various pots and pans on their bodies, forming a semi-circle around themselves.

"Edu, haven't you always wanted your own instrument? Now is your chance to take control of it!"

Bell jumped in front of Edu, holding a small knife half his own length in one hand, a small fork used by humans in the other, and a wooden stick in his mouth.

Bell, having assumed the Three-Sword Style stance, directed Edu to pick up two long wooden sticks and brace them against a large, flat wooden barrel with his foot.

"Percussion instruments are the easiest to learn and the simplest to perform. They only require simple tapping to infuse emotions into different percussion sounds to complete a performance."

As Bell spoke, he directed Edu to bang each of the pots and pans in front of him once.

He had Edu experience various knocking sounds in the chaotic and noisy battlefield environment.

After knocking twice, the kid miraculously calmed down by the sound of the knocking, falling into a state where his body was very tense, but his mind was still clear.

“Very good, this basin is number one, this bucket is number two... Remember their numbers, and then play in the order I gave you.”

Bell numbered the instruments and then had Edu rhythmically tap the pots and pans in front of him according to a certain pattern.

Edu needs to strike six pots and pans, while Bell needs to complete the piece with more strikes within the basic rhythm provided by Edu.

“Edu can have a blank mind, but I can’t. This pot needs to act as the cymbal, this flattened little pot is the rhythm cymbal, and this barrel is the bass drum…”

By constantly recalling the sounds that each component could produce, Bell mentally edited the rhythm and expression of the music.

Playing without any reference put immense pressure on Bell, but he was confident he could perform the piece well.

"Wrap the magic in the stick in your hand, and with each strike, you must unleash your magic. There can be no mistakes in this."

After reciting the last sentence, Bell flicked his right hand and struck the small metal pot with his knife, producing a very clear sound.

Bell was ready, and Edu's body began to move rapidly at his signal.

"Thump thump! Thump thump!"

The rhythmic tapping, amplified by magic, enveloped all the human adventurers in front of Bell.

The simple and lighthearted rhythm gave the adventurers, who were under immense pressure, a much-needed boost, and the feeling of being overwhelmed by the pressure dissipated almost entirely.

New strength is generated in their muscles, and fatigue is slowly subsiding.

Several adventurers tilted their heads slightly, glancing out of the corner of their eyes at the source of the sound behind them. After seeing Edu's figure, they withdrew all their attention and focused entirely on being wary of the magical beast.

It's enough to let them know that the current changes are due to a buff skill released by one of our own.

Chapter 47 Rock and roll is all about shaking and rolling.

"Is this the skill [Morning Blessing]? No, this is more like the church priest's [Fatigue Clear]."

"Whatever it is, we should be grateful for the boost we're getting now."

With the support from behind, the adventurers' previous signs of fatigue subsided considerably.

Morale in the camp has risen considerably, which has greatly reassured the hunter in charge.

He could command the battle, but he couldn't ease the increasingly tense atmosphere; he knew that many adventurers were on edge.

If the pressure breaks this string, the current defensive line will collapse at an alarming rate.

"Good lad."

The hunter fired an arrow, intercepting a flying fireball, and roared at the top of his lungs, as if acknowledging Edu's talent.

But Edu, standing in front of the pots and pans behind him, didn't hear a word of the praise he sent back.

His eyes were fixed, his mind and spirit completely absorbed in the pots and pans in front of him.

Bell told him it was a simplified version of the drum kit and that he should use magic to hit it according to the rhythm.

Edu took all of this to heart and did his best to achieve it.

His magic was released with each strike, and this magic was controlled by Bell, resonating with the magic of the surrounding environment in a certain rhythm.

"Using a relatively light-hearted prelude as the beginning of a piece of music to gradually lead the audience into a climax is something I taught in junior high school music class."

Bell, striking rhythmically, was now tumbling and leaping around Edu's feet.

He had to control the rhythm and manage the magic he and Edu were radiating, putting immense pressure on his body and mind.

To enable himself to do all this, Bell wrapped his entire body in animal fat from an oil jug in a pot and pan, and set himself ablaze, turning himself into a rat-shaped fireball.

Only in this way can the [Wisdom of Fire] be activated at all times without burning Edu.

"The relatively easy prelude is over. Now I'm going to make the rhythm more dynamic, one wave higher than the next!"

In sync with Edu's movements, six pots and pans in front of Bale were struck simultaneously.

The sounds, blended together yet perfectly harmonious, sent a shiver down the spines of all the listeners in an instant.

The rhythm of the music that followed rose higher and higher, becoming increasingly intense and exciting.

This was a rhythm that Bell had edited in his mind, referencing several extremely upbeat rock songs from his memory.

The changing sound caused the way the magic resonated to shift rapidly, and the human adventurers affected by the sound felt their bodies become increasingly aroused.

The hidden magic within their bodies, which was usually almost impossible to access, became excited and activated at this moment, gushing out from every drop of blood and every muscle filament.

"Power, an endless source of power!"

"My blood is boiling! Those cricket-like monsters, I can slay them with a wave of my hand!"

"After tonight, I'll definitely treat everyone to a big drinking session, hahahaha..."

The first to be moved by the music were those muscular soldiers.

Due to the nature of their profession, they undergo extremely rigorous training, often focusing on coordinated combat, which contributes to their generally bold and forthright personalities.

Amidst the passionate pounding, the soldiers seemed to be injected with adrenaline, each one displaying formidable strength and agility.

One warrior even suddenly stepped forward and single-handedly held off the bear that pounced on him, managing to hold his own against the bear, which was two sizes larger than him.

Other adventurers, also affected, followed the warriors' actions, abandoning their passive defensive stance and launching a counterattack against the monsters directly in front of them.

In an instant, the already terrified and scattered monsters were slaughtered into chaos.

The adventurers' low morale was swept away.

"This kid is amazing..."