Ugly Monkey

A light drizzle fell from the sky.

As the terrain gradually opened up before them, Soren's expression grew increasingly serious. They were approaching the vicinity of Falling Leaf City, and would reach its vicinity by this afternoon at the latest. Unlike Falling Leaf City Amber City, Falling Leaf City wasn't built along River Goddess; it was still nearly twenty or thirty miles from the Agate River landing on the Autumn Leaf Plain to Amber City. The Orc army hadn't retreated to the northwestern wilderness; they had occupied large swathes of land and were now stationed near a large town north of Falling Leaf City.

"Send out the scouts!"

Soren gazed at the high ground ahead, silently calculating the distance in his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Have them take down the Orc outposts. One-Eyed, you go and lead the team yourself."

As Soren gave the order, the One-Eyed with a ferocious expression stepped forward and grinned, "Yes!"

"Rest assured, sir! We guarantee that not a single one will be left alive!"

soon.

One by one, figures leaped into the Agate River from the Warship. These people, who had been adrift at sea, were all excellent swimmers, and in the blink of an eye, they had all made their way ashore. Leading them was One-Eyed One-Eyed, who sent a signal to the Warship and quickly led hundreds of men away. These pirate Boss had long been prepared for battle, and those they brought today were all veterans, including many elites with a professional level of 10 or higher. From the battle against the King of the Swamp to defeating the Pirate King Asroder, and then to the Battle of Arendelle, and finally crushing the navy of the Southern Island Nation, Soren's pirate army had grown into a formidable force.

Only real life-or-death battles can quickly train a group of elites!

The weather in April and May is gradually getting hot.

The Ugly Monkey crouched and crawled forward in the grass, carefully making no sound. There were several other people beside him, all of whom were the elite of their squad.

The Ugly Monkey was a Rogue.

He earned this nickname because of an ugly birthmark on the left side of his face—a dark blue, menacing birthmark that completely ruined his originally decent appearance.

He was born in Shipwreck Bay; his mother was a **.

It is said that his mother was ill when he was born, and anyway, it's hard to say, but he was born very ugly and slightly deformed. Logically speaking, it would have been difficult for him to survive such a birth, but the Ugly Monkey was lucky. When he was very young, he met a retired old Rogue. The old man took pity on his poor life and took him in as his personal disciple, teaching him some Rogue skills from the age of three.

Ugly Monkey had skeletal deformities, with arms of different lengths and a naturally hunched back. However, fate also smiled upon him; he possessed exceptional dexterity and reflexes far surpassing his peers. This earned him the nickname "Ugly Monkey," as others remarked on his Monkey- like agility. At just fourteen or fifteen years old, Ugly Monkey displayed Rogue skills far exceeding those of his peers, reaping far greater rewards than others.

However, this period of peace did not last long.

Later, Lord ' Throat Cutter ' appeared, and all the forces in the Sunken Ship Overseas Gray Zone of the sunken ship were incorporated into his ranks. Ugly Monkey, unsurprisingly, joined his ranks.

He used to steal things, but he wasn't very good at fighting.

After Throat Cutter Slider took control of Shipwreck Bay, a group of Rogue like him were gathered together, and that's when he truly began to learn combat, including Assassin techniques.

Any city near the coast has many low-class professions, and there are many people like Ugly Monkey, but he is the most talented one among them!

His instructor told him that at his age, not even twenty, he had a chance to enter the Legendary Domain if he worked hard enough.

Legendary!

This is a field that any professional desires but cannot reach.

The instructor said that the most skilled Rogue and the most skilled Assassin on the entire coast is Throat Cutter, and if he can achieve great merit in the future, he may be able to receive guidance from Throat Cutter Slitter.

Therefore, Ugly Monkey participated in this operation without hesitation and chose the most dangerous outpost scout position!

Stealth, tracking, assassination.

Ugly Monkey had received rigorous counter-surveillance training, and his team included a Ranger. Shortly after the operation, they found traces of the Orc.

These guys' tracks are obvious!

Because of their large size, with many weighing over 200 pounds, footprints on the ground help them determine their location.

A rhythmic croaking of frogs began.

Ugly Monkey drew his short sword from his waist, his eyes sharpening. His strength was low, a natural weakness, so he preferred to poison his weapons in battle, making it easier to defeat his enemies. He believed he was better suited to be an Assassin than a Rogue; he'd heard that Throat Cutter's army comprised an elite Assassin of high-ranking Rogue, and he hoped to one day join them.

Thump!

A soft thud sounded as if it were a signal, and in an instant, a dozen or so figures rushed out of the darkness.

A cold, gleaming light flashed by.

Ugly Monkey's figure truly resembled that of an agile Monkey as he dashed out, easily traversing a distance of more than ten meters. Simultaneously, he used both hands and feet to swiftly overcome the obstacles in front of him, and in an instant, his short sword pierced towards the enemy's heart.

The sound of whistling wind arose!

The enemies were very strong, wielding their weapons with a gust of wind, but they were not agile enough; to the Ugly Monkey, these enemies were still too slow.

Clang!

Ugly Monkey swung his hand back, unleashing a flash of cold light; the Sharpness Dagger pierced the enemy's lower back.

Two-Weapon Fighting.

As a Rogue trained from a young age, Ugly Monkey could swiftly pick up slippery soap pods from a frying pan with his fingers when he was seven. To improve his skills, he even studied Cantrip with a magician when he was twelve. These weren't the kind of level 0 Cantrip, but rather magic Cantrip that relied purely on finger speed to deceive the eyes. This period of training made both his hands quite dexterous, and from that time on, he began to train his ability to steal using both hands simultaneously.

Roar!

A painful growl came from the Orc. The Ugly Monkey glanced at the creature's appearance and couldn't help but curl his lip, saying, "Really ugly!"

Based on his familiarity with the human body, Ugly Monkey judged that his attack had damaged the opponent's kidneys. Therefore, he was not in a hurry to kill the enemy, but skillfully stalled for time. Sure enough, the Orc's speed gradually slowed down, and its strength began to decline. Seizing an opportunity, Ugly Monkey twisted and kicked the enemy in the groin. With a cracking sound, he swung his short sword and slit the enemy's throat.

The battle ended quickly.

The Ugly Monkey glanced at its companion who had appeared, cut off the Orc's right ear with its Dagger, and then swiftly disappeared into the darkness.

I could hear my companions laughing softly beside me.

What he was saying was that these Orc were nothing special. Ugly Monkey curled his lip upon hearing this, showing no intention of replying. These were just small groups of enemies; in a one-on-one fight, they would have almost no chance of winning against these Rogue had grown up in the lowlifes. However, if they encountered a large group of enemies, the battle would probably not be so easy.

The Orc ' strength advantage is still quite obvious!

These Half-breed creatures are much stronger than the dockworkers who toil year-round. If they outnumber the others, the battle will likely be much more difficult.

Thinking of this, the Ugly Monkey took out a small, ingenious mechanism.

It was an exquisitely crafted Wrist Dart.

Ugly Monkey secured it to his wrist and loaded it with three poisoned arrows. Since he was naturally weaker than others, he needed to rely on more skill.

The others in his group saw what he was doing.

As the only member of the squad close to a high-level professional, Ugly Monkey paused for a moment when he equipped himself with a hidden Wrist Dart. Immediately, some of them began taking out Hand Crossbow, Wrist Dart, and poison darts, placing them in concealed positions. This was, after all, a life-or-death situation; a little extra caution meant a better chance of survival. They weren't Warrior fought head-on; having spent years in the Gray Zone, they possessed far too many low-level combat skills.

The sun gradually set in the west.

Soren's scouts spread out like a net, covering the battlefield near Falling Leaf City.

...(To be continued~^~)