Pyromancy Flame

A faint rustling seemed to be coming from an open patch of ground not far away.

Boulders were piled across that patch of ground rising out of the filth-water, blocking everyone's view.

But if they listened carefully, it sounded like some creature was breathing. Yet the sound was nowhere near as coarse and savage as a monster's.

Could it be...?

Luluwo exchanged glances with the others. Everyone nodded, the same answer gleaming in their eyes:

Damn it, it had to be Blowdart Bro hiding there and waiting to Sneak Attack us!

In Gong Qiying's design, Blowdart Bro usually hid in absolute darkness, with magic cast on him to obstruct sight. Killing them was no easy task.

Still, he gave adventurers a chance. Blowdart Bro's stamina was not particularly impressive among monsters, and after fighting continuously, he would start panting from exhaustion. To capable adventurers, that faint breathing was already a considerable opening.

After all, this City Lord wasn't some kind of devil.

Everyone looked at one another, communicating with their eyes over one matter alone:

Who would go up there and take out Blowdart Bro!

Faced with such a rare chance to get up close and carve into the monster that had tormented them for so long, everyone was eager to volunteer. They looked even more battle-hungry than the natives of the Warrior Nation.

In the end, Luluwo relied on her seniority to overpower the others. Wearing a victor's smile, she leisurely headed toward the clearing where the boulders stood.

This filthy swamp was remarkably deep. In the shallowest places, walking directly into it would sink a person past the knees. In the deepest areas, it could probably reach the waist—far deeper than the swamp around Fort Faroth.

And while the swamp around Fort Faroth could be said to have