"Cold-Blooded" Gauss
After resting for the night, Gauss and the others got up early the next morning, feeling refreshed as they left their base and entered the Fourth Floor.
"Clang, clang!!!"
"Clang!!"
The moment they stepped out of the entrance, before Gauss had a chance to survey his surroundings, the crisp clash of metal rang in his ears.
He looked toward the sound.
Directly ahead, he saw a wall of hedges. The noise came from beyond it, where a lively battle was underway.
Many Spellcasters hovered above the wall, waving their staffs and hurling all kinds of spells into the open ground beyond. Clearly, a battle was taking place there.
Gauss was momentarily stunned by the unexpected sight.
He didn't rush to act, though. He closed his eyes, and the powerful mental energy in his mind rapidly surged out of his body. In an instant, an invisible, intangible force spread over the battlefield.
He soon saw what was happening.
Members of several adventuring parties were working together to kill the invading monsters. Warriors outside the battlefield took them on head-on, while Druids raised hedges to divide the battlefield and control the monsters and beasts. Rangers, Rogues, and Mages provided support from the rear and flanks.
The fighting looked intense, but Gauss knew it wasn't really.
Several people sat atop the hedge wall, looking completely at ease. They merely surveyed the battlefield without joining the fight. Only one Archer woman occasionally drew an arrow.
Seeing this, Gauss understood what the adventuring parties were up to and had no intention of intervening. Besides, the monsters attacking the camp numbered only two or three hundred—a drop in the bucket to him.
Though he did nothing, their arrival drew wary attention from the other adventurers already at the camp.
Gauss glanced at the various