Chapter 134: Get to It!
The tinuous sounds of "thud" echoed around.
Screams of agony followed as the chaotic rain of arrows cimed over a dozen unlucky souls.
The already panicked bandits desded into chaos.
Seeing that the timing was right, Matthew grabbed a scroll.
A swirling fireball tore through the red night sky, crashing into the bandit horde with a loud "boom."
The giant fireball exploded, releasing fiery serpents that twisted wildly.
The stench of burning flesh, mixed with the foul odor of the s, spread through the air.
"There's a spellcaster!"
Beverly’s eyes widened in shock, and he shouted to warn his men.
Matthew g him but had no iion of targeting him.
Last time, even with fifty fireballs raining down, he hadn’t been able to stop the high-tier Shadowhuroll.
"Let’s deal with the other bandits first!"
Hearing seven ht delightful kill notifications, Matthew tinued his onsught against the other bandits.
Then, a se that terrified the bandits unfolded.
One massive fireball after another flew in from the distance.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
The stant explosions drowned out Beverly’s attempts to give orders.
They couldn’t predict when the fireballs would rain down on them.
All they saw were fireballs exploding around them, engulfing and tearing apart the rades they had known just moments before.
Uhe threat of death, the bandits scattered in panic.
As the bandits fled, they fell right into Matthew’s trap!
"The enemy’s morale has colpsed. It’s done!"
He slightly adjusted the trajectory of the fireballs, sending them flying toward the rear of the bandits along the road.
On both sides of the Misty S’s road y deadly mud pits, stepping into them uhe scarlet moonlight would be a death sentence.
Sure enough, the few fireballs each cimed more than 15 bandits!
In just a few breaths, over a hundred bandits had fallen at Matthew’s hands!
The terrifying age left Beverly, hiding among the reeds, filled with dread.
"Fireball? Impossible! No one cast so many fireballs at onot even a high-tier mage!"
"Could it be... an Arist?"
"No, if it were an Arist, they’d be using sixth-circle spells like Stinking Cloud or Lightning, which would be even more devastating..."
"Could this spellcaster not be that powerful and is just using fireball scrolls?"
Thinking about the 100-gold-per-scroll fireballs, Beverly did a quick calcution and came to a suffog clusion.
"Spending tens of thousands of gold s just to deal with a group of bandits?"
"What did we do to deserve this!"
The answer seemed absurd!
But when Beverly thought about the Thorn Mert Caravaravagant stru of a temporary camp, it all fit with their mohrowing style...
"Is this the fidence of the Arist’s family?"
The relentless explosions further rattled Beverly’s nerves, and hearing his rades’ panicked shouts, he knew deep down.
It was over!
Even if the enemy’s numbers were small, they had the ability to move freely uhe scarlet moon.
That gave them an overwhelming advantage!
Additionally, the enemy was ing, having no iion of engaging in close bat to wipe them out.
Instead, they kept raining ded attacks, wearing down their forces.
The enemy’s goal was simple: to make them colpse on their own!
Beverly tore open a "Sound Amplification" scroll, risking exposing his location and being targeted by fireballs, and shouted:
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
The defeat pained Beverly deeply, but it was better than losing all his men in this pletely one-sided battle!
Beverly’s shout was the final straw that broke the camel’s back, sending the bandits fleeing in all dires.
Boom!
Another violent explosioed near Beverly.
Mud spttered onto his beloved armor, and the stench made him dizzy.
Fighting off the nausea caused by the shockwave, Beverly gnced o time at the dire from which the fireballs were ing.
Tilting his head back, he downed a healing potion and plunged into the narrow mud path at the edge of the road.
The explosions and screams tinued until all the surviving bandits had fled, leaving only the wounded, writhing in pain.
Finally, the sound of fireball explosions began to fade.
Matthew g his fully replenished mana bar, clicked his tongue, and sigo Yaya, who was cirg in the sky.
"Yaya? Is the battle over?"
Resisting the urge to attack, Yaya, with her far superior vision, sed the now cratered battlefield below and flew bap.
Her pale red scales blended perfectly with the sky.
Thanks to the "Blessing" of the High Legendary Time Dragon, she was immuo the scarlet moon’s effects and could avoid its "gaze."
The excited adventurers, after firming the danger had passed, quickly gathered around and finished off the bandits ging to life.
Only the dead were worth 10 gold s!
"Ding, you have won a raid!"
"Ding, you have gained 1,000 experience points + 1 skill point!"
"Ding, you have killed 176 bandits, gaining 2,200 experience points and 4 skill points!"
"Ding, your subordinates have killed 674 bandits, earning you 8,500 experience points!"
"Ding, you have ged the fate of 850 people, earning 1,000 fate s."
The tinuous notifications brought Matthew great satisfa. Though the experience points weren’t massive, they brought his total to 43,700.
The fate s used for Yaya had also beeored to 2,700.
Of course, leased Matthew the most was that more than half of the 1,500 bandits had been eliminated.
Judging by their shattered morale, even if the survivors escaped the Misty S, they wouldn’t have the ce to attack again.
Matthew reviewed his pn, firmed that everything rogressing smoothly, exhaled lightly, and turned back toward the camp.
He o make the most of his time!
......
The blood moon sank lower in the sky.
Thick clouds turned into cwed, blood-red monsters.
A faint mist began spreading through the s.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop!
The crisp sound of hooves echoed through the reeds.
The disanized bandits instinctively turheir heads and rexed slightly when they saas approag.
Several bandits grumbled angrily, muttering:
"Why are those idiots only showing up now?"
"These guys are the ones who gave us false intel..."
"Why are there so few of them?"
"What are they trying to do?"
"Something doesn’t feel right..."
"Don’t overthink it. This is my st job anyway..."
"It’s too dangerous..."
"Who the hell are these merts?"
"Who knows..."
"..."
Gng at the bandits, who looked like refugees, Bloodhand Kahn turned back, coldly waving his hand.
He then led over a hundred cavalry through the midst of the bandits, leaving them stunned.
The bandits watched them leave in fusion, cursing quietly uheir breath.
None of them noticed the twisted figures emerging from the thiing mist around them!
FAL
