Chapter 269: Gurgle

"No, it wasn't me... I didn't!"

The astonished gazes from the teammates in front and behind made Xili's face pale, appearing somewhat incoherent.

She wanted to explain to her teammates that it wasn't her carelessness, but that some unknown invisible force had been targetedly applied to the top of her foot at a certain moment just now, causing her to briefly lose her body's center of gravity.

Otherwise, with the blessing of the feat 【Silent Prowl】, she could never have made such a mistake in the current situation.

But right now, saying anything was of no avail, and there was absolutely no time left for her to explain.

The moment her right foot landed fiercely uncontrollably, releasing a clear footstep sound on the silent ground.

The battle had already become unavoidable.

"Ho-ho..."

The sticky throat sound echoed and overlapped in the air, six dry corpses looked toward the Blood Blade squad in unison.

And with an uneasy posture that looked slow but was actually brewing an explosion in stiffness, they surrounded the few people quickly.

As the long-range archer in the team, Xili, whose expression still carried some panic, retreated two steps fiercely at the moment the battle started, relying on muscle memory, and hid behind her teammates.

Roar—

No longer deliberately lowering the volume, the roar filled with rage was transmitted from the big mouth between the two upward-protruding fangs as the throat neck vibrated.

The rapidly expanding muscles filled the pale green skin to the brim, a layer of intense red symbolizing anger seeped out from the pores, and spread over the Half-Orc's burly body visible to the naked eye.

Gorge topped the front of the team, the sturdy handle of the huge iron-inlaid wooden stick was gripped by his big hands until it creaked.

"Blood Blade" Marcus's reaction was the fastest, the moment the footsteps sounded behind him, the two scimitars flickering with cold light had already been drawn from his waist, the sharp whistling of the blade tearing the air echoed in the strong wind stirred up when his arms swung.

And the mountain dwarf "Shifu," who had been dragging behind at the end of the team, also stepped forward quickly at the same time, only falling behind the Half-Orc by two steps, his sturdy and short body standing firmly on the ground like a tree stump, the sharp and huge axe blade flickering with sharp light above his head.

Bullying ordinary people, gambling and drinking, greedy and cunning, they perhaps possessed all the bad qualities of adventurers in this world.

But on the other hand, supporting these people to live until now in dangerous places full of monsters time and time again, allowing them to wantonly humiliate ordinary people without worrying about retaliation, fight until dawn at the card table, and carry out evil planning and actual actions against valuable targets.

It was the professional quality, tacit understanding, and discipline exhibited by the Blood Blade squad in missions, and the rich experience and strong combat power of every person in the team as senior adventurers.

Not a single person chose to run away at this moment.

Naturally not because of the ridiculous reason of "friendship" to them.

But out of comprehensive consideration of the rich income that continuing to penetrate deep into Gray Valley might bring, the possibility of escaping alone, and the influence after backstabbing.

Four people made the choice to fight with team strength instead of escaping alone with a tacit understanding that was not worth praising, almost at the same time.

Even, regarding the unstable factors on the field that truly might bring losses to the team, they all made judgments at the same time.

Quickly arranging their formation, the few of them remained vigilant against the corpses closing in on them, while their attention simultaneously and unanimously focused on the massive, obese figure in the center of the area.

"Crack."

Cracks spread rapidly on the surface of the marble wall of the fountain pool, and sticky silt emitting a foul smell squeezed out slowly from within.

Trembling.

It was the sticky ripples stirred up by the giant object in the silt, the trembling and wriggling of the fat on the drooping, swollen abdomen, and the dirty iron armor that was stretched to the limit and had a tendency to collapse under unbearable pressure.

Amidst the heavy, wet, and sticky breathing, the bloated and uneasy huge shadow slowly stood up from the silt.

The turbid and dim yellow eyes emitting oily light turned slightly in the pitch-black seam of the face mask, casting toward the four uninvited guests on the field.

"Boom!"

The metal flail in his hand drew a phantom in the air.

The pool, which had survived who knows how many storms over endless years, instantly transformed into messy rubble laden with foul-smelling sludge, hurtling toward the Blood Blade Squad ahead.

Pupils shrank, two scimitars danced around his body like water, blocking all the stones shooting toward himself and Xili behind him.

Marcus felt something was wrong in his heart.

Although it was just a casual strike, he undoubtedly detected the terrifying power of the bloated knight in front that far exceeded everyone.

The entire Blood Blade squad, including Shifu and Gorge, not a single one could resist such a strike head-on.

Absolutely cannot fight head-on!

His brain turned rapidly, in a breath, Marcus already had a decision in his heart.

"Gorge, you go up and drag that knight!"

He shouted toward the Half-Orc at the front of the team.

"Pay attention to the other party's attack, don't get hit head-on."

"Shifu, you and I will solve the few dry corpses around, move fast, seize the time to clear the field, and then work together to deal with this big guy."

"Xili stay in the rear to support, remember to pay attention to the surroundings, be careful of enemies sneaking up."

"Gorge, go!!!"

Bang—

As soon as the words fell, the burly figure covered in red light on the surface of the body, like a hunting dog released from its leash, flew out with a boom.

A pair of powerful feet stepped out cracks on the ground.

Regarding the combat plan given by Marcus in a short time, Gorge only heard the first and last sentences.

The not-so-smart brain was even more clumsy under the surge of the barbarian's rage in his body.

Being able to stand in place and wait for Marcus to issue an order before acting was already the limit of what he could do.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to spare brainpower to think about the intention of the other party's arrangement in such a tense moment.

At the moment his feet left the ground and his body suddenly rushed forward due to the strong explosive power, only one thought remained in his mind—

"Gorge, want to smash your head!"

And facts proved that if it was just an idea without matching strength, it was not enough to let the Half-Orc realize his unrealistic expectations in his mind.

That wooden stick inlaid with iron, which was as thick as an adult male's waist at its thickest, ultimately failed to land on the knight's barrel helmet.

Instead, because of the other party's instantaneous explosive power that did not match his bloated body, it was slightly dodged and landed on the knight's abdomen.

This was a bizarre experience Gorge had never felt before.

Under the grip of the thick arms with bulging muscles and veins, what first came into contact with the iron-inlaid wooden stick was the metal armor on the surface of the knight's belly, as if it had been embedded in the fat.

"Thump!"

The dull collision sound like a bell burst out in the air.

Gorge was no stranger to this, he had encountered enemies who were covered in heavy armor like iron cans.

He naturally acknowledged the defensive ability of these guys who put iron plates on their bodies, some with good armor quality, even if he hit with all his strength, he could only leave dents on the metal surface.

But at the same time, the side effect brought by the strong defensive ability was their overly slow movement speed.

And if he caught the opportunity and hit them hard on the forehead or chest with the big iron stick in his hand.

No matter how sturdy the armor was, the flesh and bones protected inside would be like eggs shaken evenly, leaving only a puddle of meat mud. ===== CHAPTER 270 =====