Although the fighting skills that Enzo taught Mark did not seem to be anything surprising, these skills were based on a deep understanding of weapons, attributes, and physical condition.
As an appraiser, she initially believed that Mark alone could not withstand the attack of four dwarf shield warriors based on her previous judgment of attribute values.
So at the beginning she had never considered the possibility of letting Mark directly charge into the enemy's battle group from the front.
But Enzo was able to command Mark at the right time to seize the moment when the enemy's coordination was poor and make the most appropriate burst.
This is an ability she does not possess, and it is indeed Enzo's special talent.
This time, Enzo simply instructed Mark on the use of the cross shield and cross hammer based on Mark's six-dimensional attributes.
If Enzo knew Mark's skills later, what kind of guidance could he give?
You know, Enzo is also a blacksmith.
In the Holy Dragon Continent, a blacksmith who cannot use various weapons is not qualified to go further on the path of a blacksmith.
Maybe he can really become the most important member of Mark's team.
Monica would not feel that Enzo's appearance took away her right to analyze and study Mark's skills.
On the contrary, she felt that she could focus more on helping Mark find the secrets of the two people behind him.
Things like combat guidance and assistance can be left to more professional people.
Perhaps one day in the future when I need to expand into a more in-depth appraisal in a related field, I can also ask Enzo for serious advice.
When the battle was over, Enzo carried his rune forging hammer and walked to the center of the mess.
His face no longer had the excitement he had when he was commanding Mark to fight, only a deep solemnity and relief remained.
He silently raised the rune forge to his chest, performed an ancient dwarven warrior's forehead salute, and recited a requiem prayer in a low and hoarse dwarven language.
This time, he read slowly and clearly.
Although it is unknown whether he, who has been chosen by darkness, can still convey the prayers to the Soul Forger God.
But this was his last tribute to his compatriots.
Mark stood there, breathing heavily, his chest heaving.
Sweat soaked his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
But his mind at this moment was far more restless than his body after the intense exercise.
He looked down at his hand gripping the hammer, feeling the aching muscles and the power surging through his body.
The brief but extremely violent battle just now was engraved in his mind like a brand.
Every command from Enzo, every effort of his body, the transmission of power, the feeling of the hammer smashing the bone armor... were all extremely clear.
An unprecedented sense of cognitive subversion hit him.
So... this is the real battle?
There is no need for gorgeous and complex skills and lighting, nor is there any need for complicated and fancy sword moves and hammer techniques.
Use your own attributes with the most basic moves, with absolute power and speed, to crush the enemy's defense and destroy the enemy's structure!
Simple, crude and efficient to the point of being breathtaking!
The swordsmanship skills he had learned from little Mark, which he had been so proud of, seemed childish and ridiculous in front of Enzo's killing skills that came from the ancient dwarf clan!
It's like a child who has a lot of wealth but doesn't know how to spend it!
"Alas, I am still so ignorant!"
Most of Mark's understanding of the Holy Dragon Continent comes from the memories of little Mark, and a small part comes from his own observation and understanding.
Little Mark thought that his swordsmanship had achieved some success. The swordsmanship of the adventurers he had seen fighting against monsters didn't seem to be much better than Little Mark's.
He took it for granted that he was really a master of swordsmanship.
Now that he thought about it, most of the people and things he came into contact with were from the "lower class" of the Holy Dragon Continent. How could a group of adventurers who had almost no formal vocational skills education possibly master excellent combat skills?
Before this, he was really like a frog squatting at the bottom of a well, thinking that the small light above his head was the entire sky.
Enzo finished his prayer, raised his head and looked at Mark.
He saw the glimmer of enlightenment in Mark's eyes.
The dwarf grinned, revealing a tired but incomparably happy smile. There was no more slickness in that smile, only recognition of Mark.
"How's it going, Captain Mark?" Enzo's voice was a little hoarse, but it was filled with pride. "I'm not bragging, am I? With your physique and my skills, hammering these tin cans is like cracking walnuts! Isn't it awesome? When we get out, you must show me that holy book!"
"Don't worry! I will never go back on my word." Mark promised.
Enzo took one last look around the dark cave behind him, his eyes complicated, and finally turned into a long sigh.
"Let's go. I don't want to stay in this damn place any longer."
Under the leadership of Xiao Mu, the four people and one Mu returned to the underwater passage along the original route.
When they emerged from the icy waters of Falling Star Lake, the sky was already turning pale.
The faint light of dawn dispelled the darkness of the night and coated the quiet Falling Star Lake with a layer of light golden gauze.
On the silver-gray beach on the lakeshore, the terrifying number of mutant bone leeches that surged out like a boiling water last night had now disappeared without a trace.
The beach was flat and smooth, with only a few messy footprints left by their fierce battle last night and a few scorch marks caused by the power of shadow or holy light.
"It seems that once the King of Leeches died, the leeches lost their backbone and retreated deep into the sand." Mark climbed up the lakeshore, holding his wet clothes, and speculated while looking at the calm beach.
"Perhaps they only come out at night. However, the death of the Bone Leech King will definitely have some impact on them."
Since she knew that the bone leeches were mutated due to the influence of star magic, Monica naturally guessed that they would be more active at night.
There is probably no direct connection between these bone leeches outside and the bone leeches in the mine at the bottom of the lake. At most, they can sense each other's breath.
At least there is one thing Monica can be sure of, that is, the bone leeches outside are definitely still alive and well.
If they were surrounded by a group of bone leeches in such an open area, Mark's Blasphemous Mark would not be able to cover all the bone leeches as easily as in a narrow cave.
In addition, the bone leeches hidden under the beach are much more powerful and numerous than the small bone leeches parasitic on the bone leech meat mountain.
Their team was still no match for the massive swarm of bone leeches.
The direction of the mine where the Beta Adventure Group was mining was still quiet.
Mark and the other two could only silently wish them good luck in their hearts.
They quickly reorganized their equipment in a dry place by the lake, built a bonfire to dry their clothes, and set up camp near the edge of the Rot Dragon Swamp at Falling Star Lake.
In the following month, on the silver-gray beach beside the Falling Star Lake, Enzo fulfilled his promise and made a preliminary attempt to become the instructor and blacksmith of Mark's team.
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