I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 130 The Two-Headed Giant

The Two-Headed Giant

A large, humanoid monster named for having two heads growing from one body.

Two brains, two personalities.

It is said that the two personalities often quarrel, let alone live with other of their kind, so they mostly live alone.

"So, do they have two of those things?"

Gru muttered, "I really want to see how they mate."

"Quiet!"

Cyrion glared at the dwarf, then asked Lyle, "What exactly happened?"

"Single, adult physical characteristics, wielding dual spiked maces, appears to be sleeping."

Lyle briefly explained the situation, "It's just a clearing in the woods ahead, a five-minute walk."

"Walk."

Cyrion nodded. "Let's go take a look."

The team went on high alert, slowing their pace, and Maeve even cast a [Blessing] spell on her teammates in advance.

After walking for a few minutes, Lyle, who was at the front, raised his hand to signal to stop.

"arrive."

He said in a low voice.

As the group drew closer, Lyle gently parted the lush foliage in front of him.

A small clearing in the woods suddenly appeared before my eyes.

At the far end of the clearing, under an old oak tree, a dirty two-headed giant was half-lying against the trunk.

At thirteen feet tall, he wasn't particularly outstanding among giants, but compared to humans, he was already taller than two Cyrion.

It was almost completely naked, except for a ring of animal hair around its lower body, which upon closer inspection revealed the skulls of several small wild animals woven into it.

It has no scales, but its skin looks quite tough, covered with a layer of grime that seems to have accumulated since before it was born, so thick that it could almost be used as leather armor.

The two heads look very similar, like twins.

The difference is that one has a red tattoo on its head, while the other has a blue one.

The two-headed giant's primary attack method was to swing the two spiked hammers that were currently placed on the ground.

However, they still had lower fangs that almost reached their nostrils, making them look more like orcs.

Besides physical attacks, the stench emanating from their bodies is also a form of attack.

The team was still some distance away from it, but the air was already thick with a stench that made them want to vomit.

The group pinched their noses and retreated back into the dense forest, barely able to bear it any longer.

Bruce, in particular, as a wild wolf, has a sense of smell that is dozens of times stronger than that of a human.

It was suffering greatly at this moment, curled up in a corner, and it seemed unlikely to play any significant role in this battle.

I wonder if it likes roasted two-headed giant meat.

The outer layer of grime will probably be baked into a charred crust, just like beggar's chicken, making the white meat inside even more delicious.

"Well----"

Am I developing a tendency to abuse wolves again?

"Now, let's set up the tactics."

Cyrion's words interrupted his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Joffrey, who had been lingering around, saw the squad stop and rejoined the group.

"This beast is too tall. Gru and I are afraid we won't be able to hit its vitals. It would be best if Lyle's archery or Wilder's magic could deliver a fatal blow."

"So let's try the first tactic."

Although the tactic was so simple that it could be described verbally, Cyrion still picked up a twig and began to draw it on the ground.

"While it's still sleeping, Lyle and Wilder, each take one head and kill it instantly!"

"Lyle's level two archery skill has an explosive effect, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

Cyrion looked at Wilder, "At this distance, are you confident your [Magic Missile] can blast its other head off?"

"【Magic Missile】may not work."

Wilder shook his head, then said, "But [Fireball] should work, right?"

"Fireball?"

Cyrion paused for a moment.

This is a famous spell that even those who are not mages have heard of.

It usually takes an intermediate-level mage to fully master it.

"Have you learned it?" he asked.

"Yes, I've completely mastered it."

"Good lad!"

Cyrion patted him on the shoulder and continued, "This is the first tactic; ideally, it should result in an instant kill. If it fails—"

He looked at the dwarves and the wanderers, "Now it's our turn. Gru and I will hold them off from the front, while Joffrey will take care of the flanks, creating an opportunity for Wilder and Lyle to launch a second wave of attacks."

Then, he looked at Maeve, whose hands were clenched into small fists.

"Meve is responsible for casting buff spells at the right time to ensure that no teammates get hurt."

"Yes, I will definitely do it!"

Maeve nodded vigorously.

Finally, he looked at Bruce, who was curled up beside him, his nose tucked into his arms.

"Wild, your comrade—"

"Once the mission is complete, it will be responsible for carrying the spoils," Wilder replied with a smile.

"Um.

""

Cyrion planted the branch in the ground, signaling that the tactical deployment was complete.

"That beast might wake up at any time, let's act now!"

Battle begins!

Cyrion held a shield in his left hand and drew a one-handed sword from his waist with his right, ready to engage in the first tactical maneuver.

Gru casually removed his long-handled battle axe from his back, waiting to roar and charge.

Maeve stood at the back of the group, her eyes darting between each person, ready to unleash a buff spell at any moment.

Joffrey disappeared into the dense forest, his ghostly figure leaping between the tree trunks.

Wilder raised his hazelwood staff and began to outline the spell structure of [Fireball] within the pale purple crystal.

Lyle leaped lightly into the canopy of the nearest oak tree and quickly found a suitable shooting position.

Six seconds.

This is the time Wilder told him.

As he drew his bow and shot the arrow, he silently counted in his mind.

"Six, five —"

"Three, two —"

""

"—!"

'

Almost simultaneously, the tip of Wilde's staff beneath the tree emitted a dazzling light.

It's now!

Lyle released his right hand, and the taut bowstring suddenly vibrated with a "bang!"

With a thud, the arrow shot out instantly, its silver arrowhead gleaming, aimed directly at the left head of the two-headed giant.

The arrow was incredibly fast, as if blessed by a hurricane, surrounded by white shockwaves.

Hurricane Arrow

Almost simultaneously.

The crystals on Wilde's staff emitted a dazzling light, and a fireball formed from magical energy burst forth in an instant.

Carrying a wave of heat and intense magical energy, it slammed into the right head of the two-headed giant at an extremely high speed.

Fireball

At this moment, the two-headed giant was still leaning against the tree trunk.

Its left brain was facing the group of people, its eyes were closed, and its face was full of ugly and stupid expressions.

Its right brain was tilted to the other side, and the dappled sunlight from the tree canopy danced on its face.

The arrows and fireballs are about to hit.

The air seemed to stand still, and the entire squad awaited an explosion.

Even Bruce, who was in the corner, came over, ready to witness an instant kill.

however.

"Smack."

Joffrey's ears twitched, catching the slight sound of an eyelid lifting.

At the same time, Lyle's narrow eyes also saw—

The right head of the two-headed giant.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.