Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Ron poked the ground in front of him with a wooden stick, and the ground was as soft as tofu and was easily broken through.

"We have successfully reached the swamp."

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

Ron pointed forward: "I want to go down there and take a look around."

Uh…

Reggie looked in the direction Ron pointed, which was the swamp.

So the commissioned task of taking a walk around the Dusk Swamp really means taking a walk around the swamp?

Who dares to take this?

If this goes down, it won’t be able to float up for seven days.

"Mr. Barrett, Lord Byron is just outspoken and likes to communicate with others. There is no malice in what he said. I hope you won't take it personally." Reggie explained. She thought Ron was mad at Byron and said those words deliberately.

Byron chuckled.

Ron glanced at Byron calmly and said, "There's a monster in this swamp. It swallowed one of my treasures before. I hope you can help me get rid of it."

Byron didn't doubt it. He drew the sword from his waist, looked towards the swamp, and asked, "How do we lure the monster out?"

Reggie was a little unsure of Ron's attitude.

Although Ron changed his mind and took on a relatively simple task, but...

She looked at the peaceful swamp.

Are there really monsters here?

The gray fog blocks magic power. Even if a monster falls into the swamp, it will be firmly sucked in and sink to the bottom and die.

"Just use blood."

Ron looked at the dagger at Reggie's waist.

Reggie understood and handed the dagger to Ron.

Ron was silent for two seconds and took the dagger.

Just as Reggie was about to retreat, Ron grabbed his arm. Before he could react, a deep cut appeared on his arm.

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

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

Reggie: “…”

Byron, who was concerned about Reggie's condition, heard Ron's question and immediately assured him confidently, "No problem, I can kill it alone."

Time passes slowly.

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

"It's coming out!"

Ron yelled, pulling Reggie back quickly.

"give it to me."

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

boom--

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

A huge monster leaped into the air from the swamp and smashed towards where the few people were.

Byron shouted, raised his sword, and slashed down hard at the black shadow.

Bang!

The black shadow was driven back, and Byron also retreated five or six steps.

"Cuckoo."

Without giving Byron a chance to adjust his condition, a long scarlet tongue covered with venom swung across the sky.

Byron held his sword horizontally to block and steady himself.

"It's indeed a poison-armored frog."

Byron hummed softly and quickly moved towards the source along his long tongue.

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

Byron snorted disdainfully.

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

Outside, he might be a little wary, but in this gray fog where magic couldn't be used, he could easily crush it.

Because he is a warrior, he mainly relies on strength in the early stages of training. He is only at the level of third-level martial arts and does not need magic power at all.

"die!"

Byron rushed towards the poisonous frog and leaped down with a greatsword in hand.

"Be careful, it will release magic!"

Suddenly, an urgent reminder came from the side.

what?

Byron was stunned and didn't understand.

But he soon understood what this meant.

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

Byron's pupils narrowed.

That was no ordinary venom.

That is the innate magic of the poisonous frog race, which can easily corrode iron.

How can it be?

It can actually use magic in the Dusk Swamp?

At this time, he noticed that there seemed to be a hollow area between the poison frog's body and the gray fog.

How is this going?

After a brief moment of shock, Byron quickly redirected his strength and narrowly avoided the deadly venom.

The venom spilled onto the ground behind Byron, making a sizzling sound.

Glancing at the corroded armor on his shoulder, Byron felt a lingering fear.

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

Byron had to deal with the poisonous frog first.

Although I don't know why the poison frog can use magic, it is only third-level magic after all.

And the martial arts he knows are more than just the third level.

When the battle reached a white-hot stage, Byron, who had a slight advantage, took advantage of the opportunity when the poison frog spit out its long tongue and used his best skills.

Fourth-level martial arts—Sky-Splitting Slash!

A dazzling sword light tore through the air and slashed towards the poisonous frog with unparalleled momentum.

This Sky-Splitting Slash is indeed a fourth-tier martial art. Wherever it passes, the space seems to be cut open by a sharp blade, making a hissing sound.

Boom!

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

"Lord Byron, are you okay?" Reggie and others came forward and asked with concern.

"What will happen to me?" Byron said with his head held high and a smile.

He is worthy of being a man who dares to bring four girls.

Still has some strength.

Ron walked towards the poison frog corpse, watched for a moment, and then waved to Reggie: "Come here."

Reggie hesitated for a moment, then came to Ron's side and asked, "Mr. Barrett, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Try to feel if there is anything foreign in the frog's stomach?" Ron asked.

Sure enough, nothing good happened.

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

"I'm afraid of poison."

"..."

"let me."

Byron walked over and put his hand into the poison frog's belly without hesitation.

After groping for a while, I finally touched something that was different from organs and digestive matter.

He took it out.

It is an iron plate engraved with strange patterns.

wrong.

It should be half a piece.

"This is it."

Taking the iron plate from Byron, Ron happily wiped the slime off it with his clothes.

"Mr. Barrett, what is this?" Reggie asked curiously.

Ron didn't answer, just staring at the iron plate.

Byron looked at Ron's reaction and guessed something: "This should be the thing that allows the poison frog to use magic in the gray fog, right?"