Fight If You Refuse to Submit

Monsters were naturally inclined toward chaos, so without strict supervision, calling them patrols was less accurate than calling them wanderers. They disliked this meaningless work. Rather than loafing around the territory, they would much rather follow the main force into human lands, where they could not only fight but also satisfy their appetites.

Not to mention humans themselves—most of these monsters ate people. And compared to human flesh, human food was actually quite popular among monsters as well, especially alcohol. There was hardly any kind of monster that did not enjoy a drink.

But that had nothing to do with lowly patrol grunts like them. Unless they seized such things with their own hands, only their masters and those red-skinned ugly freaks got to enjoy the spoils brought back.

As a group of monsters wandered about in boredom, a fireball suddenly streaked across the sky and crashed into the place where they had gathered with a thunderous boom. The flames and shockwave from the explosion instantly blasted the monsters into a spray of blood and flesh, sending arms, legs, intestines, and other bits flying everywhere.

The strike completely stunned the monsters. They had never imagined that anyone would dare attack them here, in their own lair. But just because they were stunned did not mean Solam and the others were.

The moment Solam's first fireball flew out, the Viking Berserkers brandished their weapons, let out wave after wave of howls, and charged forward. These violent maniacs had been stifled under Solam's command for far too long, and now that they finally had an opportunity, they naturally would not waste it.

Only when Viking weapons came chopping down on them did the monsters finally snap out of it!

"Enemy attack!"

Unfortunately, it was already too late to cry out. The