The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 29 Forced Kill

"Black Wizard, you said you've taken over the fishing village and brought a bunch of monsters with you, right?" A glint flashed in Gotley's single eye, a light only a dwarf about to engage in battle possessed.

"Very well, this sounds at least more interesting than listening to your nonsense in the middle of nowhere." He ran his thumb across the axe blade, a drop of blood seeping out, which he casually sucked.

The dwarf shouldered his battle axe and strode toward Tenor. He wasn't very tall, but his imposing manner suggested he was going to crush Tenor.

Tenor found it amusing.

Gotley followed Tenor incessantly, "...but remember one thing, Southerner, figure out who's in charge here."

I'm not going with you; you're not recruiting mercenaries.

You just happened to mention there was something to kill, and I just happened to have nothing else to do, that's all.

"Once I've split that dark wizard's head in two and chopped his monster into pieces, we'll see if this counts as you owing me a drink."

"You can call me Tenor." Tenor quickened his pace, shaking his head at Gottlieb's sensitive and precarious self-esteem.

They care too much about appearances.

If all dwarves had this kind of personality, wouldn't he be a natural-born henchman?

As for the dwarves' foul mouths—their destructive power is less than one-tenth of the obscenities Tenor encountered in his previous life.

The two, one tall and one short, searched along the river together. Thanks to Reginald's deduction, finding Pusala village became much easier.

Walk another kilometer or so, and you'll see an abandoned village surrounded by wooden walls. There are no guards on the watchtowers, and the entrance is wide open.

"Stop." Gazing at the fishing village in the distance, Gotley narrowed his one eye, flared his nostrils, and sniffed the wind blowing from the coast.

His voice suddenly became very low, no longer the roar of an avalanche, but a muffled sound like rocks pressing against each other deep underground.

"Can you smell it, Southlander? This place is more disgusting than it looks."

Tenor entered his mutated form and nodded. "The enemy."

He saw the dwarf's runic axe humming, he heard his bloodline throbbing, and his senses were clearly marked with blasphemy.

Even though he wasn't a spellcaster, he could still sense the abnormal magic in the village by relying on his race's sensitivity to chaotic power.

Thoros's inner voice cried out—the divine Taranxla is summoning battle!

Anthony is indeed here, and may be preparing some kind of ritual, a ritual to summon demons, to the point that it severely stimulates the lizardmen's instincts.

Luckily, we arrived early. If a high-ranking demon had been summoned, something terrible would have happened.

At that point, the difficulty of the mission will no longer be medium.

"The cloying sweetness of lingering chaos magic is like rotten fruit mixed with sulfur," Gottlieb muttered, gripping his axe tightly. In his single eye, there was no fear, only a flame ignited by some kind of hunger.

The two ancient races from the creations of the Old Gods reached an agreement.

If there were any normal people, they would have planned something, or at least tried to stop Gotley from barging through the front door with an axe.

But none of those present were normal people. Although Tenor was rational, he was affected by the stimulation of his bloodline.

He entered stealth mode, his body rapidly fading and disappearing into the dim light. In a rough, cold voice, he gestured to the dwarf, "I'm going to kill the wizard."

"Kill a wizard?" Gottlieb paused for a moment as he stepped through the fishing village gate. He stared in the direction the man had disappeared, then let out a sound that was somewhere between a roar and a cold laugh from deep within his chest. "That was my wizard! My prey! Did you hear me?"

"No matter what you are! The prey is mine!"

Kotenor completely ignored his impotent rage; instead, the roar woke up the monsters in the houses.

The dwarf was not afraid at all. He regarded the fish-men, crab-men, and shrimp-men who retained human features as mutants, and swung his axe like a whirlwind.

"Grimnir!" he roared, calling out the name of the dwarven butcher god of war, and charged headlong into the monster horde.

Tenor watched as the dwarf nimbly weaved among the out-of-control half-humans and mutated monsters, occasionally leaving behind a few monster corpses, requiring no one else to worry about him.

Being short has its advantages; at least the smaller the target area, the less likely it is to be hit.

Tenor avoided the monsters and, while the dwarves drew all attention, used his hunting senses to locate the wizard.

Soon, he arrived at the Neptune Temple in the village.

Many fishing villages worship Neptune, the sea god—a great god second only to Olmuzd and Angra, with a status similar to that of Mor.

The wicked who worship evil gods have no respect for the true gods. Tenor discovers that the hermaphroditic emblem of Shari was directly engraved on the Neptune statue.

Anthony was in the room behind the idol, hurrying out.

Tenor thought it was a good opportunity and was about to launch a sneak attack when Anthony suddenly stopped. "Who goes there!" he shouted, and a spell was formed in an instant, with a light blue circular shield appearing around him.

"Reveal!" Anthony pointed to the open space in front of him, and the lizardman's body gradually emerged from the light, soon becoming completely exposed.

Well, Tenor wasn't discouraged and continued charging. He was willing to assassinate his target however he wanted, as long as he could kill him.

Anthony frowned when he saw that it was an old enemy.

A dwarf has broken in from outside. The monsters he enslaved cannot come to his aid for the time being, and his life-saving spells have been exhausted, preventing him from teleporting again.

He couldn't afford to make any mistakes; he had to handle these two troublesome issues properly, otherwise... he would die here.

Anthony tapped his staff on the ground, and a dense, mysterious darkness enveloped the area within thirty paces of him.

The light source could not penetrate the darkness. When Tenor stepped into the darkness, he found that his speed became abnormally slow and his sight was also taken away.

But he didn't just rely on his eyesight; he was also very close to Anthony.

He entered a high-frequency burst state, using his hunting sense to lock onto a target within ten steps, and forcibly maintained his original speed as he pounced on Anthony.

Taking advantage of the brief delay, the mage completed the next spell, and the ground instantly cracked open with a bottomless fissure, from which countless hands reached out to grab Tenor.

It's just the same old trick!

Before the magic took effect and the ground began to shake, Tenor leaped up and slammed his burning sword down on Anthony with unstoppable force.

Anthony had no choice but to hastily raise his staff to block, stopping the spell as he retreated, trying to create some distance.

He is not only a mage, but also an excellent fighter. Ordinary beginner-level professionals may not be able to suppress him in close combat.

The problem is that the opponent is no ordinary opponent.

It was probably enhanced by magic. When the weapons clashed, Tenor sensed a strange strength that did not belong to humans. But how could the strength of the lizardmen be compared to that of tigers and bears?

The staff snapped in two with a crack, but the burning sword continued its momentum, shattering the magic shield.

Anthony swayed, his figure blurring as he attempted to evade the physical attack.

But since the Burning Sword is imbued with fire magic, how can its ghost form avoid magical attacks?

Despite his rapid backward drift, he was still inevitably grazed on the right side of his body.

The mage screamed, nearly losing control of his magic. He passed through the wall, escaping Tenor's pursuit, and then lightly touched his wound to make it heal quickly.

With a wall separating them, the soldiers had no choice but to take a detour to pursue them.

Unless his strength is exceptionally great.

Tenor chased after Anthony, suddenly accelerated, and crashed into the old wall.

A net woven from light descended from the sky, attempting to trap Tenor, but he was prepared and was not trapped for even a moment as he had been at their first meeting.

Effortlessly, he awakened his primal will, passed through the light net without hindrance, raised his shield, blocked the shadow arrow thrown by Anthony, and deflected it away.

Anthony cast another spell on himself, making him look terrifying and deadly. This magic, which was enough to briefly break the will of a human professional warrior, was ignored by Tenor.

The lizardmen felt no fear; only Tenor felt fear. When Tenor passed through the net of light, he controlled his body with his primal will, thus killing two birds with one stone and dodging two spells.

Before even using his Power Belt, he had already overwhelmed the seasoned mage, who knew little about him, with his experience and racial talent.

A mid-level mage can certainly kill a beginner-level professional easily, but he first needs to find the right method.

Unfortunately, none of the books he read mentioned Thoreau.

A burst of fire flew straight at him, but Tenor deflected it with his shield, and it blasted towards the unfortunate monster on his right.

He's armed to the teeth with magical artifacts, so what can a mere fire blast do to him!

As the distance closed again, Tenor once more swung his burning sword, slashing at the old man.