The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 118 Attack and Magical Feathers (4K)

The three of them went downstairs carrying large and small bags.

Lily was already waiting for them in the lobby. Seeing them come down the stairs, she handed them three packages wrapped in oil paper, tilted her head, and smiled, "Inside are smoked meat and dry bread, and a small piece of honey candy for Ms. Eileen to snack on on the road. Everyone, please come back safely!"

Eileen didn't suspect anything at all; in fact, she felt a slight warmth from Lily's thoughtfulness. She softly thanked her, "Thank you, Lily."

"Hehe." Lily smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Lorraine calmly took the oil paper package from her hand, had Eileen help her put it into her backpack, and finally said goodbye to Lily, "We're leaving."

"Okay~ Be careful on the road!"

The three then left the tavern.

Lorraine, holding a map he'd bought from the guild, pointed to the location of Frozen Lake Town and said, "Frozen Lake Town is quite a distance from here; it'll take at least several days to walk there. We can find a caravan to travel with, take a carriage to the closest point to Frozen Lake Town, and then walk from there."

The two had no objections.

Lorraine led them to the place next to the tavern where he had previously looked for work.

It was almost noon, and caravans and wagons were loading and unloading goods here, while also meeting up with fellow travelers, making it a lively scene.

Lorraine looked around at the caravans and even saw the short, stout merchant who had rejected him when he first came out looking for work, but the merchant obviously didn't recognize him now.

He quickly found several cargo wagons covered with tarpaulins parked by the roadside, accompanied by several mounted guards wearing leather armor and carrying spears or machetes; they were clearly mercenaries who specialized in long-distance travel.

He stepped forward and greeted a middle-aged man who looked like a manager: "The three of us are adventurers, looking to hitch a ride to Frozen Lake Town. Are you heading in that direction?"

"An adventurer?"

The steward glanced at them, frowned when he saw Lorraine and Piper's gear, and seemed to think that bringing them along was risky.

However, these worries vanished the moment he saw Eileen standing beside them, with the staff in her arms and the spellbook hanging from her waist.

He laughed warmly and said to the three of them, "Of course! We happen to be heading east towards the lake bay, which is only half a day's walk from Donghu Town. We just happen to have some passengers on the bus..."

There are a few empty seats.

The convoy doesn't have any trailers, so conditions might be a bit harsh. I wonder if this venerable monk would mind?

"It's alright." Eileen was always too lazy to talk much to outsiders.

"Alright!" The foreman waved to the workers who were loading goods. "Evan! Make some space!"

"yes!"

They didn't have to wait long before the convoy set off and drove out of the city gate.

The cart wobbled as it moved, and the short man soon dozed off, clutching his hammer.

Eileen took out a book analyzing spell models from her small backpack and leaned against Lorraine, reading it with great interest.

The mercenaries chatted casually with the caravan's crew, indicating that they had cooperated many times before.

Lorraine could sense that they would occasionally glance at them subtly, but he didn't care, since none of them looked like they could be easily defeated by the short guy alone.

"Let me see your spellbook."

He nudged Eileen, who was reading a book, with his elbow.

"Take it yourself." Eileen was enjoying the show and got a little impatient when he disturbed her, so she shoved him back with her elbow.

"hiss..."

This hit Lorraine squarely in the stomach. He pursed his lips, turned around with difficulty, and took the brown book from her waist, flipping through it casually.

The spellbook has a very good texture. It contains about a dozen pages, and each page is very thick and sturdy. The first six pages already contain spell models.

He glanced at the data on the panel.

Wow...it's Zhuoyue again...she's really a rich woman.

However, the special effect only slightly increases mana regeneration, which is not as powerful as the staff that can amplify spell power and casting speed.

"How much did it cost?"

"More than four hundred."

...The basic model?

"Um.

"hiss..

'

Lorraine helped her hang the spellbook back up.

He believed that his connection with this thing had come to an end.

The reforging and infusion of the rusty throat were draining him dry, and the magical artifacts for casting spells were still a long way off, not to mention the spellbook worth more than four hundred gold coins.

He couldn't even imagine how those apprentice mages lived. They only knew how to perform some magic tricks and were so fragile. He wondered how long it would take them to save up enough to buy expensive magical artifacts. No wonder there were so few formal mages.

Wild mage and grand mage are definitely not the same profession.

Lorraine temporarily abandoned any other thoughts and obediently began learning the spells and runes of Thunderclap from the beginner's spellbook.

As evening fell, the convoy stopped at the foot of a sheltered hill.

The caravan's crew skillfully connected the carts end to end to form a circle, and then lit a fire in the center of the circle.

The mercenaries tied their horses to the inside of the wagon and gathered in twos and threes to chat and laugh.

The manager walked towards the three of them, pointed to two tents not far away, and said, "We'll rest here tonight. The conditions are simple, please forgive us."

"It's already very kind of me to be able to get a ride in a carriage, thank you," said Lorraine.

He took the roll-up curtain off his backpack, opened it amidst the envious glances of the mercenaries and his men, and let Piper throw the package inside.

"Pip, go prepare dinner."

The little guy rummaged through the package and found the iron pot. He then hurriedly took the dry rations Lily had prepared from Lorraine's backpack and busied himself around the campfire.

Night slowly fell.

The three of them did not eat with the caravan members, but instead gathered around the iron pot and ate the simple stew that Piper had made.

Lorraine was surprised that this guy had asked Gustav for some meat strips and beer before setting off. She wondered what was going on in his head.

"It smells so good..." he exclaimed.

The short man grinned proudly: "That's right! Our halfling cooking skills are......"

'

Just then.

The packhorse tethered to the truck suddenly raised its head, exhaled a puff of white vapor from its nostrils, and pawed the ground incessantly with its hooves.

Soon, the other horses also became restless.

Lorraine stopped what she was doing, picked up the dragon scale shield beside her, and drew the rusty throat hanging from her waist.

"Something's up, be careful," he said.

"Okay." "Pip is ready!"

One of the mercenaries quickly noticed something was wrong. He dropped his bowl, grabbed the spear beside him, and looked around warily, shouting, "Old Bato! Enemy on the loose!"

"Don't panic! Stabilize the horse first..."

'

Before Steward Barto could finish speaking, a shrill and piercing whistle came from mid-air.

The sound was extremely unpleasant, like the noise of fingernails scraping against a stone slab, or like a woman's hysterical scream.

"Watch out from above!"

Lorraine was annoyed by the noise and frowned as she offered a reminder.

All three of them took out their equipment and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came.

The spellbook at Eileen's waist flew up automatically and floated beside her, its pages moving without wind and emitting bursts of blue light.

Several gray shadows swooped down from the top of the hill, skimming low over the camp at great speed. One unlucky fellow was caught in mid-air and then thrown down.

"Ahhh!"

'

"What do we do?!" "What is that thing?!" "Stop arguing, prepare for engagement!"

The mercenaries quickly took cover behind the cart, hoping to use it to block the enemy's attack.

at the same time.

"BalaAstra!" "Agnirlgnis!"

Lorraine and Eileen unleashed a fire arrow and a magic missile, respectively.

The fire arrows weren't particularly fast, so they landed in empty air. However, the magic missiles had an automatic tracking effect, leaving a streak of silver light in mid-air as they chased after the gray shadows.

"Skraaaaaaaaawk!"

The gray shadows noticed the spell chasing them. They let out a few wicked laughs and then flew through the trees with several extremely fast changes of direction.

"boom!

'

The magic missiles weren't as agile as the others, and they exploded on the tree trunks, but the flashes from the explosions illuminated the gray shadows, allowing Lorraine to finally see their appearance.

They resembled enormous birds of prey with the torso and head of women, but were extremely ugly. Their wingspan, when spread, was as wide as an adult man's arm span, and their feathers were sparse and dirty.

"Damn it, how can there be a harpy here!" "How can she even dodge spells? We're doomed!"

"Don't panic!" The mercenary leader took the bow and arrows from his horse, his loud voice briefly calming the panic among the crowd. "Protect the wagons, don't let them kill the horses! Gun the bows!"

But his voice was quickly drowned out by a clear and melodious chant.

"Aaaa~iiiiii~yaaaa~"

The singing had a magical quality that made people want to put everything down and listen, which made Lorraine momentarily lose himself in it, but he quickly snapped out of it.

He looked around. Eileen just frowned slightly, and the short guy seemed to be doing nothing, just shaking his head.

But the situation was not so good for the other people in the camp; almost all of them had been bewitched by the song.

A young mercenary's short bow slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, but he was oblivious, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the gray shadows swirling in the sky.

A joyful smile still lingered on his lips, as if those disgusting monsters had transformed into beautiful, charming people in his eyes.

Suddenly, Lorraine had a brilliant idea and whispered to the two people beside her, "Don't move, trick them into coming down."

Then he opened his mouth, pretending to be a fool, and kept gesturing to Eileen, who was speechless beside him.

The two of them quickly got to work.

Not far away.

"Don't...listen..."

'

The mercenary leader's face was contorted with bulging veins. He gritted his teeth and aimed his bow at the harpy closest to him in mid-air, but he couldn't let go of it.

"Ke—ke—ke—ke!"

The harpies hovering in mid-air let out a burst of excited laughter, as if mocking his stubborn resistance.

The arrow flew from the bowstring and fell limply to the ground.

The laughter grew even more grating, and a harpy even swooped down, landing provocatively in front of the mercenary leader.

It shook its ugly head back and forth, constantly emitting that grating laughter.

The mercenary leader knelt on one knee, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and cursed, "Beast..."

The harpy toyed with him for a while, then, seemingly finding it uninteresting, shook her feathers and used her giant claw to hook him.

"It's so noisy."

A sword tip pierced through the harpy's chest, its claws froze in place, and its head turned back in terror.

Frustrated, Lorraine raised his hand, and flames instantly erupted from his palm. He punched the ugly face.

"I hate things that make noise the most," he said.

[First enemy kill - Harpy]

[Reward: 200 Exploration Experience Points]

Current balance: 251 exploration experience points

The harpy's head was burned and emitted a burnt, roasted meat smell. It was hit in two vital areas in succession and died instantly.

Lorraine kicked it in the back of the knee, stepped on its body as it slumped forward, and pulled the rusty throat from its back.

come out.

The silver longsword was spotless, without a drop of blood.

"Can you still hold on?" He looked at the mercenary leader, who was panting heavily.

"Okay... thank you..."

"Um."

Lorraine turned to look at the harpies circling in the sky.

Seeing their companion suddenly die, they kept making "Coo-coo" sounds, seemingly quite uneasy.

"It's so noisy! What are these ugly birds howling about? Piper can't understand a word they're saying." The short guy grumbled and picked at his ear, equally annoyed.

"That's the seductive song of a harpy. Anyone with a slightly stronger sense of perception won't be affected," Eileen explained, frowning.

The spellbook flipped through the pages beside her, finally settling on the page that recorded the model of the scorching ray.

None of the three were significantly affected by the enchanting singing.

In the sky, the remaining harpies kept calling to each other in a rapid, guttural voice, occasionally swooping down a foot or two, but not daring to actually attack them.

Lorraine noticed their gazes repeatedly lingering on the one of their kind he had killed, and he guessed, "They seem too scared to come down."

Sure enough, the harpies circled around in ever-growing, higher and higher circles.

The largest of the three let out a particularly mournful cry, then swayed its wings and flew off into the distance.

The remaining harpies followed closely behind and quickly disappeared from their sight.

"They just ran away like that?" Piper said, unwilling to give up.

"You can't hit them anyway, so let them go. Save your energy for that winter wolf." Lorraine glanced at him helplessly.

"All right..

'

The mercenary leader overheard their conversation and asked in surprise, "Gentlemen, are you going to find that winter wolf?"

"Ah...yes." Lorraine nodded.

The mercenary leader looked in the direction the harpies had flown off and sighed, "So that's how it is... No wonder the team that dared to confront those monsters was able to deal with these harpies so easily. It seems that Lady Luck was truly protecting us this time."

"If you hadn't lured it down, you might not have been able to kill it so easily," Lorraine chuckled softly.

Those harpies could dodge even Irene's magical missiles, so his fire arrows certainly wouldn't hit them.

The only options are to wait for them to dive down and try to pull them down with a thunderous wave or lightning, or wait for Eileen's scorching rays.

"Haha! Maybe I should learn some sarcasm; I might have a natural talent for it." The mercenary leader, having narrowly escaped death, seemed quite enthusiastic. "These beasts... wait!?"

He pointed with shining eyes, as if he'd spotted something amazing, at a few feathers on the edge of the harpy's wings, and said, "The Lady of Luck is truly protecting us! My lord, these look like magic feathers. I saw them before in a big city to the south; they could sell for a lot of gold!"

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