In the afternoon, the summer sunlight flowed brilliantly like watery musical notes. The rosy sun added a splash of color to the clear day, moistening a different kind of enchanting sorrow. A dazzling golden sun hung in the blue sky, like clean velvet edged with gold. A white cloud drifted through the clear heavens like a lonely sail on an azure sea.
A breeze blew gently, and warm sunlight blanketed the earth. Bathed in its glow, the grass put out tender new shoots.
Dealing with the Rock Golems had taken very little time. Unlike before, Rex had not spent nearly half a day fighting them, which pleased him greatly. The monsters in the Warcraft System respawned once a day. If he failed to clear them out and reach the Goblin Shop within that time, all his preparations would have been wasted. However many monsters he killed, just as many would return.
Rex gazed toward the Goblin Shop, his expression considerably more relaxed. Only a handful of Rock Golems remained in front of it, few enough to count on two hands-definitely fewer than ten. They were no longer his main targets. His attention rested on the final obstacle between him and the shop: the Granite Golems, the strongest of the golems.
However, Rex had no intention of using the old method of having the Infantry Spirits lure the Granite Golems into his traps. This time, he would attack personally. He had brought quite a force on this expedition to the Goblin Shop, including Knight Hero Spirits and Infantry Spirits, with particularly large numbers of the latter. He had brought so many because he feared something unexpected might happen, such as the golems refusing to take the bait. Fortunately, things had gone well. Their suicidal charges had left the Infantry Spirits and