"Crack."
A heavy leather boot caked with mud came down hard.
The fragile skeleton's skull shattered in an instant, like a ball of yarn soaked through with dust, splashing countless tiny gray specks into the surrounding air.
Xia Nan casually flicked out a flourish with his sword and slid the no-longer-scorching Wooden Sword back into its sheath.
Compared to how hair-raising their entrance had been, the combat strength of these few dozen skeletons was actually very average.
Some did not even need them to make a move. When they crawled out of the earth, they were already missing half an arm or an entire leg.
They stumbled two steps, fell down, and never managed to get back up.
Xia Nan even felt that he did not need any other teammates.
With the Wooden Sword in hand, plus the stamina granted by his powerful constitution, he could easily deal with them all by himself.
The only pity was that the gravedigger whose arm he had cut off had taken the chance to run after blowing the Bone Whistle.
He had originally wanted to give chase, but Ingram had stopped him, brimming with confidence, as if he had long since made arrangements.
So they stayed where they were and waited.
The Halfling had already slung his Lute back onto his back, and was now facing a sparse clump of shrubs beside the wooden hut, barefoot, superstitiously making some strange famous gesture.
He was probably praying in thanks to some god of their pantheon again.
Xia Nan withdrew his gaze.
He looked at the ground full of bone fragments before him, and his temples throbbed faintly.
To a certain extent, the degree of danger posed by an enemy also determined how much he gained.
Just like those Goblins who had only a single