Who taught him to restore his country like this?

"We have successfully reached the swamp."

"Mr. Barrett, where would you like to start?" Seeing that Ron didn't want to talk to Byron, Reggie, the most mature-looking orc girl who was following behind Byron, asked.

Ron pointed ahead: "I want to go down there for a look around."

Uh…

Reggie looked in the direction Ron was pointing; it was the swamp.

So the quest meant actually going for a walk around the Twilight Swamp?

Who would dare to take that job?

If it goes down there, it won't float back to the surface even on the seventh day after death.

“Mr. Barrett, Lord Byron is just outspoken and enjoys communicating with people. He didn’t mean any harm in what he said, so I hope you won’t take it to heart,” Reggie explained. She believed that Ron was just angry with Byron and was saying those things on purpose.

Byron chuckled.

Ron glanced at Byron and said, "There's a magical beast in this swamp that swallowed one of my treasures. I need you to take care of it."

Byron, unsuspecting, drew his greatsword from his waist, looked at the swamp, and asked, "How do we lure the monster out?"

Reggie, however, was somewhat unsure about Ron's attitude.

Although Ron changed his mind and gave her a relatively simpler task, but...

She looked at the calm swamp.

Are there really Warcraft here?

The gray mist isolates magic, so even if a magical beast gets stuck in the swamp, it will be firmly sucked in and sink to the bottom to die.

"Blood will suffice."

Ron glanced at the dagger at Reggie's waist.

Reggie understood and handed the dagger to Ron.

Ron paused for two seconds, then took the dagger.

Just as Reggie was about to back away, Ron grabbed her arm. Before she could react, a deep gash appeared on her arm.

"That's a poisonous armored frog that knows third-tier magic. Normally, it would take three people with third-tier martial arts skills to suppress it. Can you handle it?"

As Ron spoke, he led the orc girl to the edge of the swamp. Bright red blood flowed down the orc girl's arms, the back of her hands, and her fingertips into the swamp.

Reggie: "..."

Byron, who was concerned about Reggie's condition, immediately assured Ron with confidence when he heard his question: "No problem, I can kill it by myself."

Time passed slowly.

Reggie's face gradually turned pale, and just as she felt dizzy, the calm swamp trembled and rippled.

"It's coming out!"

Ron shouted and pulled Reggie back quickly.

"Leave it to me."

Byron drew his greatsword from his back, gripped it tightly with both hands, and tilted the blade towards the swamp.

boom--

The next second, mud from the swamp splashed in all directions.

A colossal creature leaped from the swamp into the air and crashed down on where the group was.

Byron roared, raised his greatsword, and slashed down heavily at the shadowy figure.

Bang!

The shadowy figure was knocked back, and Byron also retreated five or six steps.

"Gugua".

Before Byron could recover, a long, scarlet tongue covered in venom lashed out from the sky.

Byron parried with his sword, regaining his balance.

"It really is a poisonous frog."

Byron gave a soft snort and quickly approached the source of the long tongue.

Soon, he saw a demonic frog as big as a bison.

Byron gave a dismissive snort.

Although the Poison Frog is large, its strength is not physical attacks, but water magic mixed with venom.

Outside, he might be somewhat wary. But in this gray fog where magic is unusable, he can easily crush it.

Because he was a warrior, in the early stages of his cultivation, he mainly relied on physical strength, and at the level of a third-tier martial skill, he did not need magic power at all.

"die!"

Byron rushed toward the Poison Frog, wielding his greatsword as he leaped down to slash.

"Be careful, it can unleash magic!"

A sudden, urgent reminder came from the side.

what?

Byron was taken aback, not understanding.

But he soon understood what those words meant.

The poisonous frog opened its mouth wide, and a ball of green liquid quickly condensed and shot out.

Byron's pupils narrowed.

That's not ordinary venom.

That's the innate magic of the Poison Armored Frog race, capable of easily corroding iron blocks.

How can it be?

It can actually use magic in the Twilight Swamp?

At this moment, he noticed that there seemed to be a hollow area between the poisonous frog's body and the gray mist.

How is this going?

After a brief moment of shock, Byron quickly shifted his strength, narrowly avoiding the deadly venom.

The venom sizzled as it hit the ground behind Byron.

Byron glanced at the corroded armor on his shoulder and felt a lingering fear.

He looked at Ron, about to ask what was going on, when the scarlet tongue attacked again.

Byron had no choice but to deal with the Poison Frog first.

Although it's unclear why the Poison Frog can use magic, it's ultimately only a third-tier magic.

And the martial arts skills he knows are not limited to the third level.

As the battle reached its climax, Byron, who had gained a slight advantage, seized the opportunity when the Poison Frog extended its long tongue and used his trump card.

Fourth-tier martial skill - Sky-Splitting Slash!

A dazzling sword light tore through the air, slashing towards the Poison Armor Frog with unparalleled momentum.

This Sky-Splitting Slash truly lived up to its reputation as a fourth-tier martial skill; wherever it passed, the space seemed to be cleaved open by the sharp blade, emitting a hissing sound.

Boom!

The poisonous frog, now split in two, fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"Lord Byron, are you alright?" Reggie and the others gathered around him, asking with concern.

“What could possibly happen to me?” Byron said with a proud laugh.

No wonder he's a man who dares to bring four girls with him.

They do have some ability.

Ron walked toward the carcass of the poisonous frog, observed it for a moment, and then beckoned to Reggie: "Come here."

Reggie hesitated for a moment, then approached Ron: "Is there anything else, Mr. Barrett?"

"Feel inside this magic frog's belly and see if there's anything foreign," Ron said.

As expected, nothing good came of it.

"...Why don't you touch it yourself?" Reggie asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid of poison."

"..."

"let me."

Byron walked over and, without hesitation, reached into the belly of the poisonous frog.

After much searching, I finally found something that was different from organs and digestive products.

He took it out.

It was an iron plate engraved with strange patterns.

wrong.

It should be half a piece.

"This is it."

Ron took the iron plate from Byron and happily wiped the sticky substance off it with his clothes.

“Mr. Barrett, what is this?” Reggie asked curiously.

Ron didn't answer, he just kept looking at the iron plate.

Judging from Ron's reaction, Byron guessed something: "This should be the thing that allows the Poison Armored Frog to use magic in the gray fog, right?"

Ron looked up at Byron but did not deny it.