Mark looked in the direction of the voice and saw John, the freckled warrior who had been "tricked" by them before.
I just joined the Adventurer's Guild and I can't wait to follow others out on quests.
He and two other newcomers, including the tall and thin Wanderer Rhodes and a shield-wielding girl, were surrounding an armored lizard that had just been knocked down. Their faces were covered in sweat but filled with the joy of success.
"Mr. Mark! Ms. Monica! Brother Enzo!" John waved excitedly, pointing at the prey on the ground. "Look! Our team has killed a monster independently for the first time! All thanks to the power-generating technique that Brother Enzo taught me on the road yesterday!"
Enzo carried the forging hammer, his small eyes swept over the first-level monster, and he curled his lips in silence: "Humph, it's just an iron lizard, look how happy you are. The force point is still a little off, otherwise it would save half the effort!"
Although he said it with disgust, the corners of his mouth still rose slightly.
As a teacher, Enzo loves to enjoy the emotional value provided by his students the most.
Rhode leaned over to Monica, rubbing his hands, his eyes sparkling. "Ms. Monica, look at this lizard skin... Will the Adventurer's Guild accept it? Ms. Ellen said that the Adventurer's Guild will pay a high price for any Warcraft material!"
Monica hugged Xiao Mu and smiled gracefully. "A complete hide from a first-level monster, if properly processed, should be worth dozens of silver coins. However, remember to ask around among the leather merchants at the market first, and then consider selling it to the guild. While the guild's price is stable, it's not always the highest."
"Thank you! Thank you, Miss Monica!" Rhodes was overjoyed.
He just wanted to know the ins and outs of getting around in Osborne Town. With the guidance of an old man, they could get familiar with the situation faster.
Anna had no intention of communicating with outsiders. Her emerald eyes swept around to confirm that there were no potential threats.
Xiao Mu made a "mu" sound in Monica's arms, seeming to be a little curious about the energy of the newcomers.
Mark's team said goodbye to John and others and moved forward for a while. When they approached the edge of a foggy swamp, they heard a panicked cry for help.
"Help! Pull me up! It's too strong!"
I saw a new team getting into trouble.
A warrior holding a spear was half stuck in the mud.
A swamp ooze monster, covered in slippery mud and shaped like a giant leech, was wrapping its sticky tentacles around the warrior's legs, trying to drag him completely into the mire.
The warrior's other two companions, an archer and a daggerman, were frantically attacking the slime monster.
But the effect was minimal. Arrows hitting the slime monster were like shooting into mud, and slashing with a dagger would only splash mud.
"Tsk, a bunch of rookies, they don't even know that the weakness of the swamp slime is in its core!" Enzo muttered, making a move to step forward.
"I'll do it." Anna's cold voice sounded.
She didn't even take off the longbow on her back. Her emerald pupils were fixed on the slime monster rolling in the mud. A glimmer of light flashed at her fingertips, and an arrow wrapped in light green natural magic appeared silently between her fingers.
"call out--!"
The arrow accurately penetrated into an inconspicuous, slightly darker lump of mud in the middle of the slime monster's body.
That is the core of the slime monster's condensed magic power!
"Puff!" A muffled sound.
The huge body of the slime monster suddenly stiffened, and then it twitched violently like a punctured water bag, and disintegrated, turning into a pool of ordinary mud.
"Hurry! Pull him out!" Mark shouted immediately.
The two newcomers at the edge of the swamp woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly worked together to drag the frightened soldier out of the mud.
The three of them slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, looking at Anna with eyes full of gratitude and fear.
"Thank...thank you, sir!" The rescued soldier's voice was still trembling.
Anna just nodded slightly and withdrew her hand.
Monica stepped forward and briefly checked the soldier's leg, confirming that there were no fractures or corrosion, just some superficial injuries and excessive shock.
"When you're on the edge of the swamp, be careful of the loose soil beneath your feet. If you encounter a slime monster, attack the core or the magic node three inches below your head." Monica reminded calmly.
Mark's team did not stay for long and continued to go deeper under the admiring gazes of several newcomers.
Giving a helping hand is not only a simple task, but also a way to sow some good karma for the new blood of Osborne Town.
As they continued to advance towards the central area of the Warcraft Mountains, the surrounding scenery began to change significantly in the early morning of the third day.
The ancient trees in the sky are more dense, the treetops block out the sun, and the light in the forest becomes dim.
The air was filled with the unique smell of primeval forest, a mixture of humus and moisture.
The lively figures and slightly noisy sounds of the newcomers completely disappeared.
The hunter's trail beneath my feet became increasingly blurred, until it was completely covered by thick moss and tangled tree roots.
The surroundings became extremely quiet, with only the low whimper of the wind blowing through the ancient treetops and the occasional heart-pounding growl or hiss in the distance.
In the air, the territorial aura of mid-level and even high-level magical beasts became clear and oppressive.
Enzo put away his carefree attitude, the muscles under the mithril breastplate slightly tensed, and his small eyes scanned the dark forest vigilantly.
Anna already held the longbow in her hand, her emerald green pupils as sharp as an eagle's.
Xiao Mu in Monica's arms also calmed down, with three-colored light flowing slightly on his body, as if he was sensing the potential energy in the surrounding environment.
Mark clenched the cross necklace on his chest, and the passive field was fully deployed.
Even their Mark team has to act with caution when entering the central area of the Warcraft Mountains!
Moreover, this is just the edge of the central area.
The ruins of the royal tomb marked by the mission are waiting for them in the heart of this area.
In the heart of the central part of the Warcraft Mountains, time seems to be swallowed up by the thick primeval forest.
The twisted branches of the towering ancient trees form an impenetrable dome at a very high altitude, filtering the sunlight into mottled and fragmented points of light.
It barely illuminated the tangled tree roots beneath his feet and the several-foot-thick humus layer that exuded a sweet and rotten smell.
The air in the forest was thick and cold, filled with moisture, rotting plants, and an indescribable "old" smell.
It was not the smell of old dust, but more like the cold echo of the will of some existence that remained in the material world after thousands of years of silence.
After several days of trekking, the roars of wild beasts became distant and sparse, and were eventually replaced by a heart-wrenching, absolute silence.
This dead silence is not soundless.
It was the low whimper of the wind blowing through the ancient cracks in the rocks, and the subtle groan of huge vines slowly strangling the dead trees.
It was the almost inaudible heavy breathing of some ancient being in its sleep.
It weighed on everyone's heart, and even Enzo's heavy breathing subconsciously became lighter.
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