God Cliff's Guiding Messenger

"Dismount!"

"Silence!"

Upon reaching the vicinity of the battlefield, the demon hunters dismounted at Ailin's command, tied their reins to low birch trees, and carefully observed the distribution of monsters.

Here, you can hear the roars of monsters and the cries for help of humans without having to strain your senses.

The fools who stumbled upon the cannibals' dinner table must have been a group of wealthy merchants with their families.

Thirteen carriages formed a procession, surrounding the horses, women, children, and various treasures gleaming with gold and silver, to defend against the monsters' attacks.

Several guards clad in steel armor led a dozen or so warriors in leather armor, each wielding a gleaming silver weapon in one hand and a small round shield in the other, as they defended the perimeter against the Ghoul ' attack.

It's clear that this convoy includes masters skilled in battle.

Unfortunately, despite having weapons and a fairly skilled formation, everyone gave the Witcher a feeling of being timid and hesitant.

The silver-infused weapons, specifically designed for monsters, had already struck the monster's body, but at the last moment, they held back a bit of their power.

As for the reason, all the witchers can see it.

For example, at this moment.

Perhaps they were blinded by the Ghoul and didn't notice, or perhaps they had no choice...

After being slashed, a Rotfiend, before anyone could react, emitted a foul, yellowish-brown venomous mist from its body, and then...

"Ah—bang!"

The monster roared, followed by a sudden explosion.

The nearby fully armored guards were immediately blasted away and crashed into the carriage behind them, causing a burst of panicked screams.

Even worse were the people around the fully armored guard; their arms and legs were broken, and they immediately fell silent.

Those a little further away who were sprayed with the Rotfiend's bodily fluids had their flesh corroded, screaming horribly as they rolled on the ground, before being dragged away from the battlefield and dismembered by the cunning Ghoul.

Because of the explosion of a Rotfiend.

The defensive line formed by the vehicle formation suddenly had a large gap.

Clearly, although the caravan's guards were skilled and worked in perfect harmony.

However, the "demon bomb" tactic was a bit too advanced for this era.

In other words

The fact that they have been able to hold on until now under the pressure of such sudden explosions demonstrates the extraordinary strength of these guards.

"Did you see that? Stay away from the Rotfiend!" Vesemir warned solemnly, adding, "I don't want to be here collecting your corpses!"

The young witcher, crouching in the grass, didn't argue as usual, but nodded earnestly.

"We..." Ailin was about to speak.

"Barry, Rice, fill in!" a fully armored guard with a red cloth tied around his helmet shouted from the convoy in the distance. "Watch out for those muscular, crazed monsters. Use shields, not silver swords!"

The moment the sound faded, two people appeared on either side of the gap in the defensive line, wielding shields to deflect the Ghoul and Rotfiend and fill the gap in the defense.

"These people are quite good!" praised Witcher Master Vesemir.

"That's good, but the defensive line has been thinned again and won't hold for long." Ailin nodded, then without saying anything more, directly ordered, "Proceed according to the previous plan!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Vesemir and Ailin pushed off the ground almost simultaneously, rushing toward the Rotfiend, who was sandwiched between the main attacking Ghoul and the Giant Ghoul commanding from the edge of the battlefield.

The seven young witchers maintained a triangular formation, keeping some distance from the two Witcher Master, and ran towards the convoy.

"Buzz~"

The School Emblem hummed collectively.

The group of nine people immediately blended into the grassland outside the battlefield.

"The commander's move was brilliant! It perfectly matched the surroundings!"

"Shut up, Kray! Watch your step! Keep an eye on the Ghoul! If you make a mistake, watch out for your ' Witcher's Eye's Gaze!"

"Okay, okay..."

A flurry of responses echoed through the air above the grassland. The "Witcher's Eye's Gaze," which could rapidly enhance one's strength, was something every member of the legion craved most.

Neither Ailin nor Vesemir paid attention to the commotion behind them. Although these witchers were sometimes a bit frivolous, they were quite reliable when it came to serious matters.

As they drew closer to the battlefield, the distinctive stench of decay emanating from the ghouls grew stronger.

The moment the Giant Ghoul on the other side of the battlefield stepped from the green grass into the brown, stinking battlefield, it seemed to sense something and looked around.

"Damn monster, its senses are pretty sharp!" Ailin cursed inwardly.

The most important thing in this battle is to eliminate the Rotfiend as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, if a dozen or so "demon bombs" pounced on them, not only would the young demon hunters like Ernie be wiped out, but even Ailin might be finished.

Therefore, the later the Giant Ghoul discovers them, the better.

The two witchers instinctively slowed their pace, but continued moving towards the direction where the Rotfiend were gathering.

The classic Monster Economics, * Ghoul and Giant Ghoul *, states that Giant Ghoul are skilled with their sense of smell, not with the vibrations of the ground or magic.

So after the initial nervousness subsided, the Witcher, realizing he was downwind, wasn't too worried about being discovered.

What happened just now was probably just a subconscious alert caused by the disruption of the magical force field.

really.

After twitching its large nostrils twice, the Giant Ghoul turned its two enormous eyes toward the convoy.

Then the next second.

"Roar~"

Amidst the roar of the Giant Ghoul.

Another Rotfiend, its blood-red muscles and pale fascia exposed, defied its nature and quietly imitated the posture of Ghoul, crawling on all fours and blending into the main attacking force.

"Careful!"

The fully armored guard who was giving the order shouted a reminder.

A burly man, also clad in steel armor, slashed down a Ghoul, then seized an opportunity to approach and shouted:

"Commander, this won't do! Our men have suffered heavy casualties..."

"Roar!" The burly man, interrupted by the Ghoul, kicked away the attacking monster and continued:

"If this continues, we'll all die, and we won't be able to escape..."

Before he could finish speaking, another Ghoul bared its teeth and pounced on him from behind when he wasn't looking.

He tackled him to the ground.

The man known as the leader shouted and swung his silver longsword down fiercely.

The blade sliced diagonally down the Ghoul's neck, cleaving the monster in two with a soft thud.

He was covered in foul-smelling blood.

However, the commander didn't have time to clean up the mess, so he grabbed the burly man from the ground and pulled him up:

"Are you alright, Cole?"

The burly man shook his head, stood up, and took a couple of deep breaths. "I'm fine, Commander. But..."

The man known as the commander stared with bloodshot eyes, scanning left and right in the direction of Cole's gaze.

In a world stained red with blood, corpses were everywhere.

Cole is right.

His men suffered heavy casualties.

The reason for the deaths and injuries is still those damned, exploding monsters.

But if we wait a little longer, until everyone is exhausted, even an ordinary Ghoul will be able to kill his skilled brother...

Ah~

A scream.

A warrior wearing leather armor not far away was caught off guard and was bitten on the thigh and dragged away by Ghoul.

No!

He's reached his limit.

"What... what should we do?"

"Commander, what should we do now?"

Cole seemed to still be recovering from the shock of being pounced on by the monster, his voice trembling.

The guild leader gritted his teeth, slashing back the attacking monsters with each strike, too desperate to know how to respond.

They were surrounded by fanged Ghoul, and in the distance, there were exploding monsters.

Further away, a monster, larger than several carriages combined, lurked menacingly...

How can we escape?

"Commander," Cole shoved a Ghoul aside with his shield, then leaned closer, glancing at the people surrounded in the wagon formation, and gritted his teeth, "Commander, we've already lost too many people protecting them..."

"Pfft~"

He cleaved the Ghoul who had interrupted him with a single sword strike.

Cole forcefully wiped the blood off his helmet, his eyes hardening.

"Besides, if things continue like this, we'll all die..."

"Barry's wife and children are waiting at home... Kenneth's mother is blind... Clin's parents died young, leaving only a sister who is not even ten years old... Commander! We have to leave a few men to go back, Commander!"

Cole lowered his voice, but his tone was mournful.

The regimental commander paused, then turned around and looked back.

In the center of the well-protected carriage wall, two pairs of pure, deer-like eyes peered out in fear through the Rift the carriages.

Those were the employer's two daughters, both under seven years old.

My gaze shifted slightly, and I met another pair of eyes.

That was their employer for this trip, a middle-aged, overweight man.

When their eyes met, their employer seemed to realize something, and a heart-wrenching despair welled up in his eyes.

However, he did not shout or yell.

Instead, he pleaded, shifting his gaze to the right.

The group leader looked over and saw that it was the employer's two daughters. He was immediately horrified and looked away, not knowing why he dared not look behind him again.

"Commander!" Cole urged.

The commander glanced around again and sighed:

"You tell the brothers to break through!"

Upon hearing this, Cole's eyes lit up, but he immediately realized something was amiss.

Why... should I have him notify them?

"Commander, you..."

"Go quickly, someone has to be responsible for protecting the reputation of 'Free Anglin'..." The decision was made, and the commander smiled relaxedly.

However, the smile was hidden behind a helmet stained with blood.

No one can see it.

Cole froze, opening his mouth to speak, but then looked at the commander's resolute back.

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Oh, right, bring the two children along!" the regimental commander reminded them as he turned around.

Seeing Cole nod solemnly, he took two steps forward to withstand the pressure from the front lines.

"Come on, you damned monsters!"

He roared as he charged forward, fearlessly taking each step and wielding his sword to rescue his comrades trapped in the battle.

The armor protecting the back of the body made a heavy "thump, thump, thump" sound.

A series of thrusts tried to make him stagger and fall, but instead they propelled him forward, and with a swing of his silver sword, foul-smelling flesh and blood flew up.

Until a certain moment...

Its red limbs, so different from the gray skin of the Ghoul, took to the sky.

He was momentarily stunned, then looked down and saw a rotting face that looked like a skinned corpse.

Only then did he smell the unique stench that had been masked by the smell of decay.

"Is this it?" he wondered.

"Roar--"

Amidst a piercing hiss, a yellowish venomous mist spewed from the severed arm of the monster.

The temperature is rising.

The commander wanted to turn around and take another look, but his body made the opposite decision in an instant.

He lunged forward like a lion encountering a hunter.

Even on the verge of death, he would sacrifice himself for everything he cared about, even if it meant perishing with the danger.

"Commander!"

"Commander!"

"Ryan!"

Someone was calling from behind.

The ugly shell of the monster in front of him had already begun to swell.

"That's it." Feeling his body collide with the monster, he closed his eyes.

"Bang!"

The wind howled wildly.

"Boom!"

The loud explosion was deafening.

but...

Um?

Is this what death is?

Why am I still so tired? So smelly? So heavy?

He opened his eyes in a daze and immediately saw another pair of eyes, another pair of Cat Eyes as blue as the pure lake water of the Rivendell Valley, where his hometown Anglin and Mahakam meet.

The owner of the eyes was a boy, or perhaps...

Gods?

"Are you guiding me to the golden oak table in the Golden Oak Kingdom of Cleaver?" he asked.

The boy paused for a moment, and his azure eyes suddenly warmed.

"I'm sorry, but your wine may not have been poured yet on Cliff's long oak table..."

"Just one more thing..."

The boy blinked and smiled:

"Closing your eyes on the battlefield is not a good habit."

After speaking.

The boy with beautiful blue eyes turned and rushed forward.

Ryan blinked and vanished, as if the boy had never been there.

"Ryan! Ryan!" A figure rushed over and hugged him tightly, interrupting his thoughts. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Did you come into contact with that horrible fluid that corrodes flesh..."

"Da... Na?"

"It's me... Ryan... It's me... It's me..." The woman, whose face was covered in blood and could not be seen clearly, sobbed uncontrollably.

At that moment, Ryan, who had just come to his senses, realized something and, disregarding the sudden appearance of the godlike boy, gripped the longsword in his hand with a start.

"Didn't I tell you to go with your brother?" He shoved the woman aside and rebuked her sharply.

He immediately tensed up and anxiously looked around.

But the next second, his eyes widened.

Suddenly, seven or eight nimble figures appeared around the chariot formation, weaving through the Ghoul.

Silver light shimmered wildly in the dim light.

A flash of silver light severed the head of a Ghoul.

"Boom boom boom~"

Before they could get a clear look at the faces of the seven or eight figures, a series of explosions came from behind them.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

Just as a burly middle-aged man withdrew his right hand, the dust kicked up by the explosion buried him.

Then a familiar "bang" sound rang out from the smoke and dust.

As if a god had summoned a raging wind, the smoke that had just risen was immediately blown away.

Ryan blinked, took off the sticky helmet, rubbed his eyes dumbfounded, and couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Are they... reinforcements?" Ryan asked Dana, his voice hoarse.

Dana opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

At least ten meters away, the short figure spun around, severing the Ghoul's head, then turned back with a smile, his tone proud:

"We are Witchers!"

"The Witcher of the School of the Wolf!"