Windmill Village
The ground split open directly into a large crater under Glenn's impact and the sweep of his greatsword.
The werewolf subspecies that had originally clustered together were scattered directly by the huge impact, and some whose footing was unsteady even flipped directly onto the ground.
Compared to their aggressive state just a moment ago, they could now be described as in a miserable state.
"Hahaha! Galan, did you still say I was bragging to you?"
Glenn immediately twisted his blade angle upon landing, and a horizontal slash cut a monster in half at the waist.
The blade formed a fierce tornado as it spun around his body, shredding the few monsters that rushed up trying to suppress him.
That sturdy-looking armor was easily cut open like tofu under the edge of the Black Sword.
After clearing a large open area around himself, he stopped his fierce offensive, his sharp gaze scanning the wolf-head soldiers pouring out in the distance.
Wave after wave after they finished fighting one, just how many more did they have?
His ears acutely perceived a large amount of strange noises in the forest; the enemy's number was huge, and confronting them head-on here was not a rational choice.
Swish----
Huge waves of flames gushed out from the staff, enveloping the monsters that wanted to sneak up on Theresia and the other two from behind.
The wolf-head monsters emitted bursts of shrill screams under the roasting of the flames, and finally turned into patches of magic power factors that dissipated in the heat waves.
"Their numbers are a bit large, I'm afraid my magic power won't be enough when we get to Windmill Village later."
Theresia showed a somewhat troubled look.
The full-spread defensive magic just now and the large-area attack magic now were both moves that consumed a lot of magic power, and if she used up most of her magic power here, she would inevitably become a burden to everyone when they reached Windmill Village.
Reno's face also showed some trouble, the holy spear beside him continuously flying out to completely resolve some straggling monsters.
"Without your magic, with these two tricks of mine, I wouldn't be able to handle so many monsters..."
After all, the monk was only a support in the team, and far inferior to others in attack methods.
After several rounds of engagement, they found that this kind of monster possessed a certain amount of intelligence, but not much.
And they did not have particularly terrifying physical fitness, or any special traits.
To really speak of it, they were actually not particularly tricky; the only trouble was their numbers—too many, so many that Glenn could kill several with a single sword strike.
"Are these guys this prolific! Damn it, is it endless!"
The eyes of the wolf-head monsters flashed with fierce light, and they charged up with their bodies, waving the weapons in their hands.
In the forest behind, a monster drew its bow to the full, aiming dead at that huge figure, waiting at any time for him to expose a flaw and deliver a fatal blow.
Glenn dodged the incoming cold arrow with a sideways lunge, then picked up a short sword he had severed from the ground and threw it toward the archer monster, plunging it right into its head.
He slashed and hacked wantonly in the endlessly emerging monster horde, the bodies and limbs of the monsters flying in disorder in the air following the sword dance, and then crashing heavily to the ground, while Glenn, who had held the upper hand from beginning to start, had quite the momentum of a single man holding the pass against ten thousand men.
Yet in reality, after a long consumption, he also faintly showed fatigue. After all, Glenn was already forty years old, and time truly spares no one.
He was the one who was exhausted after a great battle before, and thus was exploited by that demon, falling for the other party's methods.
Swish!
With a single strike, an invisible sword Qi condensed and wiped out the large swathe of newly emerged monsters.
Glenn observed everyone's situation.
As the leader of the squad, he could not keep stalling here, and must immediately make a decision for the next step of action.
"We can't drag it out here, let's go!"
Saying this, he turned back and ran toward Galan and the others.
Upon hearing Glenn's words, several people immediately tightened their formation, and after Theresia released a powerful attack magic to repel a wave of monsters, they took to their heels and ran toward Windmill Village.
The huge explosion kicked up a cloud of dust and smoke, and Galan swung his short sword, disposing of a monster entangling with him.
He exerted almost no effort in this battle, merely following beside the two to guard them. To cope with the danger that might happen next, he still intended to preserve his strength just in case.
Before leaving, he also tossed a volatile powder that could make creatures lose their sense of taste and an improved sleeping potion into the smoke.
With these two potent doses administered, by the time they regained their senses to chase the few people, they estimated they would have run very far away.
Once monsters lost their target, they would not pursue relentlessly, as long as they could escape outside the other party's line of sight.
Outside Windmill Village
Several people hid in the forest, recovering from the consumption brought by the just-encounter battle while observing the situation inside the village.
The original houses had already become patches of ruins, and there were dried blood stains on the ground, looking quite tragic.
On the streets, two or three huge canine monsters appeared from time to time, lingering beside the destroyed houses, lowering their heads from time to time to sniff around, seeming to be searching for something.
"How strange."
Theresia withdrew her head, hugging her staff and speaking with a puzzled face.
"The magic power reaction here is not big. Aside from the few we saw, there should only be a few hiding inside the houses... But how could this level of monster destroy a village stationed by a mercenary group? Could it be that those monsters that destroyed the village have already left?"
Galan looked into the village, and in his perception, no other biological reactions were indeed detected anymore.
Could the monsters really have all left?
Then what about that previous team? Where did they go?
He tightly furrowed his brows, failing to figure out a reason.
There was also the large batch of monsters just now; the other party's numbers were too many, so many that it was somewhat abnormal.
Logically speaking, main roads were all built in safe areas far away from monster habitats, so how could such a large-scale monster invasion occur in this place, as if someone had moved an entire nest over?
"Where are Sith and his gang? Didn't they come first, why are people nowhere to be seen."
Glenn also sensed the abnormality.
There were basically no traces of fighting near the village entrance, yet this road was the only path leading to the village.
"Saying nice things with their mouths, they couldn't be hiding somewhere waiting for us to help them solve the commission!"
Glenn said angrily, obviously still harboring lingering resentment over the other party's previous attitude.
"No matter what, we still have to deal with the monsters in the village first. I didn't exert much effort just now, so leave these stragglers outside to me."
"Can you really do it?"
Theresia looked at Galan, still speaking with some unease.
"It's fine, although I'm an apothecary, I barely count as a warrior too, besides, don't you guys have your backs to give me support."
He smiled at the girl, then drilled right out of the thicket.
Galan looked toward the sky, the sun having already set halfway, and in a little while it might be dusk. In this world, nights were always somewhat dangerous, and many dangerous monsters only emerged at night.
He hunched his waist, lurked toward the village entrance, and peered inside.
Not far from him, a canine monster had its back to him, doing something unknown facing a corner of a wall.
Galan pulled out his magic short sword, and after confirming there were no other monsters around and the other party had not noticed him, he dashed out in a single bound.
That monster seemed to sense something, and just as it turned its head, it was fiercely stabbed into the neck by a short sword. On its ferocious face, vicious fangs were bared, yet it failed to emit even a slight sound.
The attacker was extremely seasoned in assassination techniques, maximizing speed only upon entering the kill range, exposing a certain amount of movement while inducing the opponent, and had already precisely found the entry point before taking the life in silence with a single blow.
The whole process was neither drag-ass nor caused any big commotion.
The two monsters on the street still wandered about aimlessly, completely unaware that their companion had been taken care of.