Warriors will die if they charge.

The Water Druid is a slippery creature with a serpentine, mirror-like agility that allows it to move freely throughout the hall, and a serpentine, icy gaze.

In response, Marcus could only follow the two-pronged approach of targeting the difficult points and the pain points, relentlessly mocking the Druid of the Talon:

"I've seen plenty of creatures like you, in the latrines, where maggots roll around in the feces, just as happy as you are."

"Keep using your magic, hurry up, I've recently been infested with lice, and I'm itchy all over. I need a pair of eighteen-year-old girl's small hands to massage me."

Trish's arm, which was aimed at the crossbow, was raised and lowered several times.

Marcus, unwilling to charge, moved so slowly that he could hardly keep up with the agile Snakeman.

His trash talk actually affected the cold-blooded creature whose emotional fluctuations should have been almost at freezing point, and wave after wave of spells relentlessly washed over the warrior who was mocking him.

The two crossbows were constantly aimed at the snake-man's head, preventing him from chanting higher-level spells for extended periods and making it difficult for him to pose a threat to the durable Marcus.

"Stop talking nonsense. He's probably calling for his comrades. Hurry up." Trish lowered her voice, believing that the fool's trash talk tactics would only liven up the atmosphere and wouldn't do anything else.

"Almost there, almost there. He's got this pent-up anger about to come at me, haha." Marcus lowered the shield that had blocked the venomous fang spell and observed the water druid coiled around a pillar in the hall:

"Give it your all, is that all the strength you have? I have to say, apart from those slightly creepy eyes, you don't even have the courage of a goblin."

The eyes—this seemed to have struck a nerve with the snake-man.

His tail coiled around the heavy pillar, his body hanging in mid-air. The hissing sound from his tongue suddenly stopped, and he opened his mouth with four sharp fangs, spitting out a thick, black venomous liquid at Marcus.

Venom's flight speed wasn't fast, and this time Marcus chose to dodge to the side, but he didn't expect that the ink would suddenly explode when it was a meter away, turning into a fan-shaped mist with a fishy and foul smell.

coming!

Marcus held his breath and saw a blurry silhouette flying towards him through the thick poisonous fog. He raised his cratered iron shield and rammed it into it.

"clang!"

The scimitar clashed with the round shield, and at the same time, a blade emerged silently from the thick fog, aiming for Marcus's side. The water druid's calm gaze turned fanatical, and he hoarsely cursed in the water druid's tongue:

"Die, die!"

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Marcus twirled his longsword, and as the scimitar passed the round shield, the blade struck the handguard, his powerful arm easily crushing the water ghost's delicate thrust.

He loosened his grip on the hilt, and with a tactless move completely unlike his straightforward style, he raised his wrist, lifting the longsword that should have been pressing down on the Water Druid's scimitar upwards. He then pushed off the ground with his hind legs, lunging forward with the sharp blade aimed directly at his throat.

The poisonous fog, permeating the bright sunlight, was compressed towards the center by the spellcaster's will, seemingly trying to crush the exquisite silver-white longsword in Marcus's hand into dust by blocking the arrows.

The magical longsword retrieved from Emma's Treasury was no ordinary item. After Marcus conducted numerous tests, he came to only one conclusion: it was sturdy enough to be excellent at chopping wood and splitting firewood.

The crimson gem on the longsword's weighted sphere shimmered as if breathing, the magical aura slicing through the caster's will, and the tangible poisonous mist instead squeezed Marcus's palm.

His skin was corroded, and wisps of foul-smelling black smoke rose from the torn flesh.

A thick tail suddenly lunged from the side, its fine scales covered with sharp bone spikes, aiming straight at the hand wielding the sword.

Even with the slowing effect of the speed bump, the tail was too fast. The lash made his arm tremble, and the longsword that was meant to pierce the water druid's throat missed its mark.

With astonishing tenacity, even with his right hand torn and bleeding, Marcus's urge to continue fighting remained undiminished.

He continued swinging his sword, ready to provoke the water druid who wanted to create distance with trash talk.

Just then, a flash of cold light pierced through the spreading poisonous mist, and a figure intertwined with silver and blood red silently appeared beside the Water Ghost Druid.

Trissy moved with lightning speed. Before the Water Druid could even make a move, the drow had already charged forward, and two curved blades arrived one after the other before she could even take a step.

She swung her scimitar twice in succession, aiming at the throat of the water ghost that was entangled by Marcus's longsword and round shield, slashing forward in a cross motion, tearing open the throat covered by hard scales.

Blood stained Trish's ashen palms. The attack had worked. She was distracted by Marcus's condition and saw that his arm was mangled and bloody from the poisonous mist and bone spurs, and his eyes were burning with an even stronger bloodlust.

The water druid roared, trying to use magic to shake off the attack from both sides, but he didn't expect that the dwarf, who was supposed to be shooting arrows from the rear, was only half a beat slower than the drow's support.

Bardin charged into the poisonous fog, his beard stained with a thick layer of black ink. His eyes wide with rage, he leaped into the air, his steel battle axe roaring like a mountain-splitting force.

"Die, you damned water druid!"

The water druid shrank back, and the thick fog tightened at that moment. Marcus suddenly felt a kind of...thunderous drumbeat echoing in his mind.

He noticed that Trish's sword-wielding movements had become sluggish and that Bardin's jumping posture was no longer firm, so he knew it must be the spellcaster's move.

This beast is using a mental attack on me, but I'm a speed bump!

Marcus remained unmoved by external forces, pressing closer to the water druid and slamming the edge of his shield against his slippery face, letting out a warrior's roar:

"Nobody knows more about water ghosts than me, nobody!"

The Water Druid lost his balance after being hit by the shield and fell backward. His mental attack was momentarily relaxed, and Bardin pounced in front of him, his bull-like arms bulging with muscles, and smashed his battle axe into the monster's nose.

At the same time, scimitars and longswords pierced the water druid's body from the other two sides, turning its head into a half-chopped snake head and its body into shredded rags.

However, the spellcaster's strangeness far exceeded expectations. After suffering a fatal injury, a very faint sound of bubbles breaking came from below the water druid's split head and from his bleeding throat.

It's like a membrane of flesh filled with air, suddenly bursting open when squeezed by an external force!

The venom gland ruptured in the instant before death, and the water druid (snake man) relied on the spinal reflex unique to cold-blooded animals to turn its gradually cooling head to the left. The narrow, bleeding throat became a powerful smoke gun, and the atomized venom shot towards the drow.

Marcus's eyes flashed like lightning, and he instinctively rushed forward, tackling the frozen-in-place Water Ghost Druid to the ground. A thick cloud of poisonous mist instantly enveloped his entire head.

Bardin and Trish, each grabbing one of his feet, dragged him out of the poisonous fog.

Trish half-squatted down, pried open Marcus's eyelids with two fingers, her scarlet eyes filled with coldness:

"I can dodge it, you short-lived devil."

Marcus rolled his eyes, then listened to the dwarf muttering that he should grow a thick, beautiful beard so he wouldn't be afraid of any poisonous fog.

"I'm fine. Speaking of which, everything was arranged perfectly before, so how come everything went wrong when it came to the actual battle? Where is our discipline and quality? When you two rushed up, I didn't even know where to swing my sword."

Tracy found Marcus's nagging annoying. She observed the seemingly normal fool and the rapidly healing wound on his right hand, then stood up and walked toward the monster's corpse.

"Hey, hey, hey, Trissy, say something! You're even faster than the dwarf brother."

Seeing the still-complaining tough guy, Bardin sighed helplessly, looked at the now quiet hall, and suddenly asked:

"The adventurers who were just moving goods, even a goblin with keen ears should have been able to hear what was happening in the guild..."

Trish's scimitar slowly pointed at Jenny, who was gripping the railing; this might be a trap.

All the adventurers in the camp were disguised snake people.