It is no exaggeration to say that El's appearance completely shocked the villagers.
Imagine facing a monster attack, with almost no way to fight back, and on the verge of despair.
Flames suddenly appeared, precisely incinerating all the slimes without harming anything around them.
Immediately afterwards, a person descended from the sky and told them that all the monsters had been eliminated.
This feeling...
"Are you a deity?"
Because of El's appearance, the village chief, who was sitting on the ground, stretched out a hand towards El.
"First of all, I am not a god, but just a passing hero."
Secondly, don't sit here; the ground is still quite cold. Stand up, and we'll talk slowly.
The village chief was pulled up by El, still looking completely bewildered.
Simply put, it means the brain cannot process the information it receives quickly enough.
So much happened in less than a minute, exceeding the comprehension of ordinary people like them.
It felt like there was a circle spinning above the village chief's head; his brain was unresponsive.
However, some others did come to their senses.
"You just said you are the hero?"
A villager who looked relatively young stood to the side, holding a hoe, his tone more excited.
"Yes, you know me?"
"Well, it's like this. I went to town a while ago and heard that the capital city is going to hold a ceremony to select heroes for the Holy Sword."
I wanted to go see it back then, but I didn't have the money, I couldn't afford the travel expenses, and the journey was dangerous..."
Although there is regret between the lines, the eyes of the young people seem to be shining now.
I didn't go to see the Holy Sword Selection Ceremony, but I saw a real hero, so it was worth it!
These were characters from stories they had only ever read about in books, but now they were living, breathing people right in front of them.
The conversation just now also gave the others present a general understanding of the situation.
"Hero, have you come to save us?"
"I guess so. I just happened to be passing by and saw the group of slimes you encountered."
Seeing these people filled with gratitude and relief, some thoughts flashed through El's mind.
His predecessors, many of the previous heroes, are said to have taken on all sorts of missions and experienced many wonderful stories as novices.
For example, there was a hero who created a set of toys called Gwent. Whenever he defeated a monster in a place, he would teach the people there the rules of the game and then play cards with them.
For example, there was a brave man who, for some unknown reason, was particularly interested in breaking into other people's homes.
He always likes to break bottles and jars he sees on the roadside, but after each incident, he will pay for it with money.
Because of this habit, this hero is the poorest hero in history.
There are many more strange and wonderful heroes, but I won't go into detail here.
Al's thoughts returned, and he glanced at the slimes that had burned to ashes, leaving only a few remnants on the ground.
"You've encountered a slime, and these things are indeed difficult to deal with using only weapons."
"That's right, hero! Our hoes and sickles are useless, but this thing can still move even after being cut open."
"If you hadn't appeared just in time, not only would our crops have failed this year, but the whole village would probably have had to move elsewhere."
The villagers had completely believed in El's identity, after all, he possessed great strength, had an unusual sword at his waist, and was doing good deeds.
If he's not a hero, then who is?
Therefore, they frankly complained to El that the slimes were truly terrifying.
These monsters are almost immune to physical attacks and can devour any plants or animals they encounter along the way; their numbers are enormous.
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