That's right, that's what adventure is like!

call out--

The blue-glowing arrow traced a straight arc through the air, leaving behind spreading magical ripples in its trajectory.

The spiraling arrow covered a distance of several dozen feet in an instant and pierced the wanderer's back.

Yes, the back of the heart.

The arrow was not fired by Yog; his aim was blocked by the door. The sudden attack began with "Silver Fly" Emmett.

"traitor!!!"

The first to react were not even the wanderers, but the bald, burly man who had witnessed Emmett drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

He had assumed it was the half-elf's usual vigilance and cover, but he never expected it to be aimed at his own squad members.

However, his roar did not interrupt Emmett's rhythm at all. Instead, it prompted him to draw his bow again and shoot at the bald man's right arm, which was right in front of him!

At the same time, Roland also made a move.

He had already been lurking behind the door. The moment he sensed the door being gently pushed open, a glint of light flashed in his longsword as he twisted forward!

Heavy Strike!

The silver-gray blade swirled through the scorching air, and with the space created by the toes hooking open, mixed with the power of trembling muscles, it attacked the wanderer's chest!

Pfft!

First came the intense pain of arrows piercing flesh, followed by the numbing sensation of energy raging through the body, and finally the blood splattering across the chest as the sword blade tore through the leather armor.

The wanderer lost his fighting ability almost instantly, his eyes wide open as he collapsed to the ground, struggling to press on his wound, but unable to stop the blood from seeping out.

In fact, he was very fast, so fast that if he had dealt with Roland's attack normally, he would never have been touched by the blade.

But he failed, defeated by his own greed and by never expecting to be betrayed.

However, for Roland now, killing the wanderers is only the beginning of the real battle.

boom--

The heavy force caused the ground to tremble slightly. The bald, burly man's eyes were bloodshot, like those of an angry rock bear, as he stared at Roland, who was revealed after the wanderer fell.

"Little brat..."

A muffled roar burst from his throat, and he sprinted forward with all his might, rushing towards Roland amidst the whistling wind!

The battle axe swung in an arc, carrying an astonishing force, without any fancy techniques, just the purest and most savage straight slash.

But it was too fast!

Roland had just used Heavy Strike, and the sword momentum had not yet been withdrawn. In haste, he could only hold the blade horizontally in front of him to forcibly block the attack.

when--

The clanging of metal at close range made his eardrums buzz. Roland was about to try to tug at the battle axe, break the opponent's balance, and use a parry to counterattack when he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

This power is on a completely different level from his!

boom!

The powerful battle axe broke through Roland's defense in the blink of an eye, causing him to stagger back two steps until he crashed into the door, which was not yet closed. His arms trembled uncontrollably, his hands were numb, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The worst part was that the bald man didn't give him a chance to breathe. His second axe swept across his waist, intending to cut him in half!

call out!

A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air!

It wasn't Emmett; he was already half-lying on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Although he was still holding the longbow, he had thrown it aside, groping for the quiver.

It's yogurt!

The arrowheads were triangular in shape, and the tail feathers had been replaced with scales of some kind of beast unique to the orc tribe, producing a dull sound in the air that resembled thunder!

That arrow pierced through, enough to kill any unprofessional!

The bald man's pupils contracted sharply, and he forcibly put away his axe, dodging to the side.

tear-

The heavy arrow grazed past his ribs, tearing a deep gash in his leather armor that exposed flesh, causing blood to splatter. The arrow, still powerful, embedded itself in the distant rock wall, its scales trembling.

Looking down at the wound on his ribs, the bald man glanced up at the silent Yog not far away, licking his lips: "A half-orc... interesting."

Before he finished speaking, he twisted his body abruptly and threw the battle axe out of his hand. The axe blade flipped in the air and crashed into the narrow corner where Yogurt was with a shriek!

Yogurt didn't take the hit head-on; instead, she leaped lightly backward, landing just as the second heavy arrow was already nocked on the bowstring.

boom!

The battle axe cleaved into the stone wall, its gleaming blade embedded more than halfway in, still vibrating.

call out--

Emmett's third arrow arrived, this one at a tricky angle, aimed straight at the bald, muscular man's right arm, a weakness he knew all too well.

However, the bald man simply leaped lightly, causing the arrow to miss, and then charged straight at Yogur, the most threatening of the three!

Yogurt's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to release the bowstring. The heavy arrow, carrying unparalleled force, shot straight toward the opponent's throat.

puff!

The heavy arrow pierced through the left arm that was raised to block the throat, and blood gushed from the other side of the arrowhead, but it did not stop the bald man's momentum, and his speed did not decrease at all!

He approached Yogurt, his clenched right fist glowing red, gathering all his strength, ready to unleash it!

when--

The longsword thrust in from the side, precisely targeting the right elbow joint. Although it failed to pierce the flesh, it caused the punch to deflect by half an inch.

"You little brat!!!"

The wind from the punch roared past Yogurt's face. The bald man angrily turned around and grabbed Roland, whose arm was still trembling, but suddenly noticed a smile deep in Roland's eyes.

"That's stupid. Your weakness isn't just your left arm."

The bald man suddenly turned around.

Approaching them was Emmett, who had already stood up. Three arrows with flowing blue magical light were nocked on his longbow, which he suddenly released the moment Emmett turned around!

puff!puff!puff!

The bald man instinctively bent his arm to block, only to find that the three arrows were not aimed at him, but landed beneath him in a triangular formation.

A faint light flickered, and a strong sense of confinement came from below, causing the bald man's legs to buckle. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough!

call out--

The buzzing sound resumed, and for the first time, the bald man showed a look of horror as he tried to struggle free from the arrows binding his feet, but he was too late.

The heavy arrow pierced through the entire shoulder blade, spraying blood that fell in the warm orange light, before continuing its flight through the back towards the distant metal hall.

"No--"

The bald man roared, waving his only remaining functional left arm as he reached for the battle axe embedded in the rock face not far away.

Roland has already made his move.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes flashed with an astonishing sharpness. The blade stirred the air, and a cold, silvery-gray glint swept past the bald man's eyes.

Heavy Strike!

Instead of slashing at the neck or stabbing at the heart, it precisely cleaved the right hamstring that was keeping the bald man from kneeling on the ground.

puff-

Blood trickled down the sword's spine, its sharp edge piercing to the bone.

The bald man barely managed to reach the axe handle with his left hand, but he could no longer grip it tightly. His body slammed to his knees, then he rolled to his side on the ground, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

The battle is over.

Yog silently lowered his longbow, his arm trembling slightly. Three consecutive full-force shots had clearly overworked his muscles.

Emmett stepped out from behind the door, glanced at the bald, muscular man lying on the ground struggling but unable to get up, and casually shot an arrow.

The silver fly has killed another host.