Chapter 12: Rescue the Merchant Team (2/2)
Joe nodded in understanding, and then proceeded to scream ‘Wryyyyyyy!’ as he dashed out of the shrub and bounded toward the goblins.
Everyone in the fight—goblin or merchant—turned at once toward them.
“That idiot!”
Quickly dropping his conversation with Eleena, Edward picked up his arcane staff and gave chase, unsure if he should laugh or cry.
Meanwhile, Gou Dan had moved swiftly and fired an arrow at one of the goblins which was trying to ambush them, whereas Jessica buffed Joe with Strengthen.
“We’re the Silver Chime, thanks for your help!”
A middle-aged man who was dressed as a merchant shouted at them, but just a moment later, he added puzzledly, “Where’s the rest of the reinforcements? Are there any adults?”
“We’re it,” Edward replied after launching a Frost Bullet to freeze two goblins. “Just the five of us.”
The man who appeared delighted reverted to his despondent look before.
Five brats who had yet to grow pubes. Under such a force of goblins, it was literally trying to douse a burning cart of firewood with a cup of water.
Not even a bubble would surface.
Nonetheless, his face changed again in no time at all—those five unusual brats were surprisingly formidable.
Although the huge brat essentially lumbered around, was slow to react and did not look the part of a warrior at all, each swing of his blade would send a goblin into the air. In fact, whether that particular goblin was charging at him or flailing his own wooden club, it made no difference as all of them would be blown away!
Unusually, while other swordsmen would have pursued their target and stabbed the goblin in the vitals to kill, he was different—after sending each goblin flying, he would instead grab it for a suplex…
Although his might was devastating, something was amiss.
The mage brat who looked like the group’s leader was even more superior. After having met the old mages of grand cities, the middle-aged man had seen them use their magic up close. However, all of them had to chant or prepare certain arcane materials before they could unleash their spells, with even the more powerful ones needing to make signs to do the same.
Even if he was only essentially switching between two skills: fireballs and snowballs, he did not have to prepare before casting his spells directly.
After all, if it had been any other mage, you would hear them chant, “Fairies of the Wind. Heed my call: fuse, morph, set. Bless thee with the name of Frost and freeze thine foes in blood and bone thus to bring the deadly cold to the land…”
On the other hand, all that mage brat murmured was ‘Frost Bullet’.
That was what it felt like.
Not to mention that the power of his magic was not decreasing even after casting for an extended time.
Utterly mind-blowing!