"Bang!"
The Clawbreaker's warhammer swept through the air, lightning crackling in its wake. It wiped out every bloodbee diving at Hugsen, then destroyed a large patch of spiky lichen that was about to explode in the thunderous shockwave. For good measure, it also tore apart the wild roots lunging down from above to seize their prey. All three attacks were dealt with in an instant, a testament to Hugsen's ever-growing strength and superb skill.
But there was not a trace of pride on the grand warlord's face. On the contrary, its eyes were full of wariness.
The warlord Hass beside him wore an even deeper frown. The swamp's abnormal growth made it feel as if some extreme, invisible malice were baring its fangs at them.
After sending two scouting parties into the swamp and hearing nothing more from either, the old gnoll had realized something was wrong. Once it had investigated in person and grasped the severity of the situation, it immediately passed the news to Hugsen. Fortunately, the Chosen was nearby with an elite vanguard. It had rushed over as quickly as possible. They had now been inside the Filthy Swamp for seven minutes and had come under attack nine times!
They had not even gone five hundred meters, and all sorts of strange things had already taken turns attacking them. Hugsen had even been forced to fight a tree that hurled stinkfruit. This was ample proof of the Filthy Swamp's overwhelming predatory urge and gluttonous hunger.
It was like a green monster, famished and waiting with its jaws wide open for a delicacy called "gnolls" to walk right into its belly.
"The power in this swamp is abnormal, Chosen."
Warlord Hass gripped his halberd tightly. It shifted its body, deeply uncomfortable, and glanced at the guards around it,