Warriors will die if they charge.

"You can do it, Jenny, believe in yourself!"

Marcus's words of encouragement sounded extremely strained as he was locked in a brutal battle with several snake-men warriors. These cold-blooded creatures could fight tenaciously even when severely wounded unless killed in one blow.

Triss's quiver was empty, and the crossbow she had thrown away was half-submerged in the pool.

She removed her cumbersome cloak, brandished her scimitar, her long hair splashing water in the rain, making her appear like a gray-white ghost as she fought against the snake-man warriors attacking from the side.

The number of snake people seemed endless. These cannon fodder, far stronger than ordinary people, and their fearless tactics caused great trouble for Rye Wine.

The foul-smelling blood was spilled into the mud and washed away by the water, turning the stream where the May beauties were in full bloom a dark red.

But waves of slippery monsters still emerge from the rainforest.

Without Trish's long-range fire support, Marcus faced significantly increased pressure.

He kicked aside the snake-man warrior whose head had been split in half, then turned to face the Guan Dao soldiers who were flanking him.

In a one-on-one fight, he was not afraid of any challenge, but two fists are no match for many snakes. If the powerful and heavy Guan Dao were to strike him, it would probably be more than just a little pain.

Normal people don't have eyes in their backs. The slowing effect of the speed bump slowed down the speed at which the Guan Dao fell by half a beat, but only by half a beat.

In the distance, the blade slices through the rain.

The rough blade struck his back, the studded leather armor cushioning and dissipating some of the force. He shuddered, feeling as if his body was being torn apart from the middle, a burning, stinging pain shooting through him.

But this impact is not enough to break down the insurmountable barrier of the speed bump.

He regained his balance in an instant, turned around, and smashed the shield down on the snake-man's head.

With all its might, the shield sank into the monster's nose, shattering its bones, and venomous fangs rolled into its throat.

The snake-man, knocked limp by the shield, made the warrior roar and laugh, his voice hoarse with a hint of bloodlust.

"Come on! I love this style, haha."

"Still haven't found it, Jenny?" Trish nimbly dodged the snake-man's stiff attacks, the sluggish slashes landing in the empty space beside her as if striking flowing water.

"I'm trying my best... The rain has disrupted the flow of magic." Jenny stood with difficulty, her face pale, her hands supporting her staff. She felt an extremely evil aura lingering in the stream, the rain, the bushes... in every corner she could sense.

Reflecting on Lorra's teachings, a mage must remain calm and use their knowledge to control any situation.

Yes, calm down, calm down... Rye wine won't be easily defeated. What you need to consider now is not to shoot the snake people with soft hellfire, but to find the spellcaster hiding in the shadows.

Whatever he's planning to do, it won't be a good thing.

The mage apprentice, adjusting his mindset, observes Marcus's provocations and sarcasm, Bardin's silent perseverance, and Trish's swift and deadly blade, his gaze piercing through the dense rainforest beneath the dim sky.

The magic was flowing towards the same spot, to the left rear of Ebony...

"Over there!" Jenny shouted, pointing to Ebony's left rear. "He's hiding under that canopy of trees!"

Trish crossed her twin swords, sparks flying from them, and one of them hurtled toward the direction Jenny had pointed.

Her boots trod across the muddy, blood-stained ground, leaving a trail of blurry, dotted lines as she ran at breakneck speed, which were quickly washed away by the rain.

The snake-man spellcaster realized that his location had been discovered, and the warriors who had been scattered in different places, each trying to kill the rye, all turned around to try to stop the charging drow.

"Hey, you're all so willing to be slaves? You're a bunch of hopeless animals!"

The tongue-borne gift pulled away some of the snake-man warriors who wanted to hinder Trissy.

Bardin charged forward alongside Trissy, his short, stocky body rolling across the battlefield like a boulder, his battle axe drawing gleaming arcs in the air to cover the drow's charge.

"Well done, Bardeen."

"You'd better learn from this, tough guy."

Behind the bushes, there was a small clearing shaded by tree canopies, where the rain fell less heavily. There were a few moss-covered stone slabs on the ground, resembling remnants of some ancient building.

A figure dressed in a dark gray robe squatted in the middle of the stone slab, his hands pressed on the ground, and his slender fingers emitted a dense, spiderweb-like dark green light.

The light seeped from fingertips into the soil, spreading in all directions of the rainforest.

Trish had no intention of slowing down; the moment the snake-man raised his head, her knife moved faster than her feet.

The water droplets on the blade gleamed coldly in the dim light, and Zhuo Er didn't even consider the opponent's next move.

Instead of trying to figure out how the spellcaster will defend, just charge in and chop off his head.

The snake-man sorcerer raised a hand that had seeped into the ground, its sharp fingers shimmering with a fine golden halo. The moment he saw Trissy, he hissed an evil chant from his throat.

Trissy's knife was faster than her spellcasting. She stepped onto a moss-covered dead tree stump and leaped forward like a ferocious black panther.

The blade sliced ​​across the warlock's neck, severing half of his vocal cords and artery, and blood mixed with dark green magic gushed from the wound.

Trissy landed behind the sorcerer, her scimitar stuck in the ground. Using the momentum of her charge, her boots scraped two deep marks on the ground as she nimbly turned around.

The sorcerer did not die immediately. The spell that had been forming in his mouth turned into a muffled hiss, and his right hand, which was probing into the soil, seemed to grab something in the ground. His body suddenly jerked up.

A muffled rumble came from the ground, and the giant whale in the abyss writhed in the sea. Triss felt the soil beneath her feet collapsing and the earth shaking violently.

Dark clouds rolled in, thunder roared and lightning flashed, and the wind became a visible force.

Leaves, vines, moss, and corpses turned into clumps of kneaded arcs, circling in mid-air, transforming the rainforest into a dreamlike, floating fairyland—then slapped hard in the face, smearing a mouthful of mud.

The fine, dense rain was held in place by an unseen force in mid-air, and suddenly surged in from all directions.

The rubble and vines clanged against the shield, and Marcus, seeing the snake-man gradually losing his will to fight, knew that Trissy's assassination had succeeded.

But damn it, why the sudden storm!

The hurricane came so fast that all that could be seen were flying moss and branches.

He looked around and saw that the snake people had begun to retreat into the depths of the rainforest, and that Trissy was returning the way she came.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, sheathed his sword, and walked to Jenny's side against the strong wind.

The strong wind rushed into his mouth, making his voice muffled. He wiped the rain from his face and shouted loudly at Jenny, who was clinging to the rock for balance:

"You're too light! We need to find a cave to shelter from the storm!"

Before Jenny could even comment, he hooked his arm around her slender waist like he was grabbing a chick, and slung one hand over her shoulder.

He looked around to make sure Bardin and Trish could hold their own in the storm, then pointed upstream:

"I remember there was a cave marked on the map above."

Marcus led the way, and a huge clod of mud covered with red ants flew out from a gap in the forest.

The nests, riddled with gaps, played an endless chord in the vast rainforest. They flew past, brushing against my scalp, and I could even feel the slight tremor of an ant landing on the tip of my hair, before being blown away by the wind in despair.

He cursed inwardly.

Damn it, those bastard snake people have angered the water queen, and she's turned into a storm to punish her devout people!