Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong-Chapter 930 - 587: Strange Commission_1
Chapter 930: Chapter 587: Strange Commission_1
This is a forest full of chirping insects and jumping grasshoppers, where tall, lush trees and thorny bushes can be seen everywhere.
Brilliant sunlight streams through the strange branches and green leaves, casting dazzling patches of irregular shapes on the dew-laden grass.
Next to one of the irregular triangular spots stands a startling skeleton of a bovine demon beast.
From the fresh, blood-streaked white ribs and the deep claw marks and horn marks on the surrounding stout trees, it is evident that there was a demonic beast hunt not long ago.
A gentle breeze blows, causing the grass and trees to sway.
Accompanied by cautious footsteps, five human figures of varying heights gradually emerge in the vicinity of the skeleton.
Walking in the front is a strong middle-aged man with a steady stride, holding a huge metal square shield in one hand and a shiny, polished dagger in the other.
On the sides of the team are a nimble young male ranger wielding a short bow and a sharp-eyed middle-aged swordsman holding a wide-blade sword.
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Protected in the center are a peaceful-looking old mage holding a wooden staff and a nervous young female priest dressed in a white robe.
Without a doubt, both in terms of team composition and the various equipment they carry, this is clearly a standard mercenary squad.
“What a thick smell of blood, it’s almost suffocating…”
A crisp, deliberately lowered voice sounded, as the young female priest in the middle of the team clutched her metal short magic wand, looking tense.
Upon unexpectedly discovering the nearly eaten remains of the bovine demon beast, she inadvertently halted her footsteps and let out a cry, “Ah!”
“Ouch!”
Another groaning voice came from the young male ranger next to her.
Currently, his foot had been firmly stepped on by the female priest’s low-heeled boot.
The cries of the two young mercenaries caused the other three older mercenaries to tense up, immediately adopting battle stances.
However, after surveying their surroundings, the three older mercenaries found that the unusual incident was nothing more than the squabble between the two young rookies.
“Bonnie, did you find anything?”
The middle-aged swordsman shook his head helplessly, lowering his raised wide-blade sword and asked.
“I’m sorry, captain, I found that…”
The young female priest pointed at the bovine demon beast’s carcass, red-faced while adjusting her white priest robe.
“So it’s a Hexagonal Cattle carcass. Although the strength of this demon beast is only around Tier 1 Five-Star, its thick skin and flesh are almost comparable to those of the Black Steel Spider. Coupled with its powerful impact and the six horns on its head, it has a comprehensive strength similar to that of ordinary Tier 1 Peak demon beasts.”
Elsewhere, the old mage slowly approached and crouched beside the bloody carcass.
With his murky old eyes squinting after some observation, the old mage muttered thoughtfully, “Most of the carcass has been devoured, leaving only the head and tail. Judging from the scratched marks on the tree trunks and the faint footprints, it should be the work of a pack of Rock-horned Wolves.”
“A pack of Rock-horned Wolves?!”
Hearing this, both Bonnie, the young female priest, and the young ranger couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
It is important to note that Rock-horned Wolves have a strength of around Tier 1 Seven-Star, not only are they agile but also very fierce, making them quite challenging to deal with.
Most importantly, they are a gregarious species that forms a group of at least twenty…
“Indeed, it’s a pack of Rock-horned Wolves, but do not worry.”
The old mage stroked his white beard and smiled, “Don’t forget, our captain and vanguard Trevor are both experienced Tier 2 powerhouses. Plus the three of us Tier 1 Peak Strength, we naturally have more than enough to deal with a pack of Rock-horned Wolves.”
“Master Alva is right.”
A deep voice came from the large man holding the metal square shield in the front, “You two rookies, just hide behind me.”
“Bonnie, I know you just left the Temple of Light not long ago, and you’ll gradually adjust to this mercenary life.”
The helpless captain nodded at the young female priest.
Then he frowned at the young ranger beside him, “As for you, Gade, you’ve been following us for three months and still get so easily startled. You’re forbidden from drinking beer for three days.”
“Captain, you might as well just kill me with the back of your sword now.”
Hearing this, the young, dark-faced ranger named Gade looked utterly dejected, his face like a withered bitter melon.
“Alright, let’s move on. Our mission this time is merely to go to the lake in the center of the forest and pick up a bag of pebbles.”
With his wide-blade sword gleaming across his chest, the middle-aged mercenary captain’s eyes gleamed as he marched on.
As the five-member mercenary squad resumed advancing through the forest.
