Blazing Fire Glue

The dark clouds came quickly and left just as quickly.

At sunset.

The thirteen members of the main force, having deliberately slowed their pace, finally reached Dwarf Demon Mountain in the depths of the Southern Mine.

Calling it a mountain was a stretch. It was really just a small raised hill.

But since most of the Southern Mine consisted of deep open pits, this little hill stood out conspicuously.

Ever since Kane's last failed campaign of extermination, this place had been occupied by a group of Inferior Dwarf Demons from another world.

Intelligence showed that these Inferior Dwarf Demons were not under the Corpse Demon's command.

So they could be dealt with freely, without worrying about alerting the enemy.

By the time Roger and the others arrived, the support team had already begun clearing the battlefield and setting up camp.

Their operation had gone very smoothly.

Inferior Dwarf Demons were quite different from true members of the Dwarf Demon Clan. Individually, they were pathetic fighters, only slightly stronger than Little Earth Goblins.

Against a coordinated and premeditated ambush by human Adventurers, the gap in weaponry and morale dealt them a double blow.

The dwarf demons quickly threw down their weapons and fled in disarray.

At the highest point of Dwarf Demon Mountain.

Several figures hid behind rocks, observing the situation below.

Having finished scouting, Terry handed the Monocular Telescope in his hand to Dorothy.

His voice was extremely low.

"Just as the records said, nothing has changed at the White Bone Sentry Post. There are still the standard two watchtowers."

"However, there seems to be something extra in the pits beneath the towers. I couldn't see it clearly."

Dorothy nodded slightly.

Beyond Dwarf Demon Mountain lay the Corpse Demon's territory.

It had now been confirmed that the Corpse Demon was a highly intelligent monster.

These two watchtowers were structures it had built to guard against visitors from the north.

According to the scouts' latest intelligence, each watchtower contained six Skeleton Soldiers and two Ghost Guards.

These undead monsters guarded the northern gate of their master's territory day and night without rest.

"Skeleton Soldiers aren't much of a problem. Their field of vision is limited."

Terry summed up, "But Ghost Guards possess powerful perception. It'll be difficult for us to get close without them noticing."

"If we force our way through, we'll easily alert the enemy."

"Does anyone have any ideas?"

The group exchanged looks and fell silent.

No one was confident they could take the White Bone Sentry Post without alerting the Ghost Guards.

After thinking for a moment, Dorothy couldn't help turning back to ask, "Roger, what do you think?"

"Hm? Roger?"

The others looked around as well, but Roger was nowhere to be found.

His presence was so faint that no one had noticed his disappearance until now.

The Adventurers reminded each other and racked their brains for quite a while before a young archer scratched his head and said uncertainly:

"When the support team was catching the fleeing dwarf demons just now, Mr. Roger seemed to have gone after them."

"Is that so?"

Dorothy let out a breath of relief.

"Wait, something's happening over there!"

Terry's voice suddenly tightened, drawing everyone's attention.

Following his gesture, they looked down the slope.

Near the bushes along the riverbank, less than two hundred meters from the White Bone Sentry Post.

A Skeleton Soldier ambled past.

In an instant, a cluster of purplish-red sparks shot from the bushes and accurately struck its eye socket, hitting the ghostfire within its skull! Without a sound, the ghostfire dissipated, and the skeleton collapsed into a pile of bones.

A cloaked figure flashed briefly through the bushes.

Alone, he crept toward the White Bone Sentry Post.

"What is he doing?"

Someone on the hillside questioned, "Is he trying to play the hero at a time like this?"

"No, he's chasing down that dwarf demon deserter."

Terry took back the Monocular Telescope. His hand clenched tightly around its barrel, veins standing out on the back of his hand.

"Damn it! The support team was careless. Two dwarf demon deserters broke through the search net and fled south."

"Did you see the body near the stream? Mr. Roger must have killed that dwarf demon deserter too."

"He's making up for his companions' mistake!"

At that moment, the others also noticed the dwarf demon corpse lying beside the stream halfway up the mountain.

Judging from the footprints, it was indeed as Terry had guessed.

Roger was most likely pursuing a dwarf demon deserter that had slipped through the net!

The dwarf demon itself was no cause for concern, but if this deserter accidentally entered the White Bone Sentry Post's surveillance range and alerted the Ghost Guards, things would become extremely troublesome.

"Do we need to do something to cover him?"

The Adventurer who had questioned him earlier asked shamefully.

"No."

Dorothy fixed her eyes on the distance, her tone calm.

"Just watch him perform."

Roger really was cleaning up someone else's mess.

As part of the main force, all he needed to do was rest and preserve his stamina.

But Roger did not fully trust the support team.

Hunting down dwarf demon deserters was actually very important. Not a single one could be allowed to escape.

To prevent any slipups caused by the support team's Adventurers being too weak, he had chosen to join them himself.

"Good thing I came along."

On a solitary Tongma Tree, Roger crouched halfway along a thick branch, calmly watching the panting Inferior Dwarf Demon in the distance.

This thing could really run.

It had fled all the way from halfway up the mountain to the foot of it and was about to cross the riverbank into the White Bone Sentry Post's territory.

But it had reached its limit too.

It hid behind a large rock by the riverbank, its scarlet eyes darting around as it anxiously scanned its surroundings, seemingly searching for a way out.

Its strength was exhausted as well. Leaning against the rock, it gasped for breath.

Clearly, it naively believed that the hunter who had killed its companion had already given up the chase.

The advantages of the Concealment skill were fully displayed at this moment.

Though it could not move like a thief using stealth, Hidden Hero's Concealment had an even stronger hiding effect. Even though they were less than twenty meters apart, the Inferior Dwarf Demon could not spot Roger.

Without making a sound, Roger cast Sin Mark on it—when he had been chasing the other dwarf demon, he had not had time to harvest its attributes.

He couldn't miss this one.

The next moment, he drew the Zi Ying Bow in his hand to its full length.

Whoosh! The arrow cut through the air with a soft whistle.

The White Feather Arrow, its tip coated in Blazing Fire Glue, instantly pierced the Inferior Dwarf Demon's throat.

Flames spread from the arrowhead, rapidly and violently burning the Inferior Dwarf Demon's corpse to ashes.

Roger had personally concocted this Blazing Fire Glue. Once it caught fire, the blaze was exceptionally fierce.

Best of all, when used with wax-sealed arrowheads for long-range sniping, it could also conceal the evidence to a certain extent.

"You killed 1 Inferior Dwarf Demon"

"You gained 1 XP"

"Your Red Eye Disease Resistance has increased slightly"

"Damn!"

"What slapdash attributes..."

Roger couldn't help muttering under his breath.

He put away Purple Wisp and Little Finger, which he had just used to deal with the Skeleton Soldier, and prepared to leave.

Once the mess was cleaned up, he would do nothing unnecessary.

That was what a mature Adventurer did.

But just then.

From the nearest watchtower, a monster suddenly drifted out, floating three feet above the ground.

"It's a Ghost Guard!"

"Did it discover Roger?"

The Adventurers on the hillside noticed it as well.

Their nerves immediately tightened.