Chapter 137 (2/2)

Palin was gloomy, and frowned. He could not easily decide.

“It seems that you all think this choice is not very reliable,” Divor sighed. “We could also return now. At least we could bring this news back.”

Palin frowned and said, “Isn’t it too negative?”

“I think so, too,” said Divor. “So I lean towards choosing the former. Adventurers must fight. Our reputation, wealth, and strength must be obtained through the fight against those dangerous monsters. Anyway, at least we only have to deal with a group of monsters that were damaged in strength.”

He swept everyone’s faces, and the burning in his eyes made everyone’s heart feel excited. As he said, adventurers were supposed to kill monsters. There was obviously a good opportunity in front of them, so why should they withdraw?

“A toast!” The priest who seldom spoke waved the light warhammer in his hand, and the enchanted weapon issued a faint white light, leaving a clear track in the dim air.

Reid hesitated, but when he saw Divor’s firm gaze, he took a closer look at the attitude of his companions, and he finally sighed deeply.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have come!” he mumbled, his face sullen. “I’d rather kill the monsters on the ground!”

Palin smiled and gave him a golden scroll.

“I remember you also know how to use scrolls, right?”

“Yes, I learned magic. Although I couldn’t spellcast, using scrolls is okay.” Reid took the scroll and checked it with a bit of mental power. Suddenly his eyes widened.

This was a scroll for ‘Transmission of a Group!’

The technique of Transmission was one of the signatures of the mages, and not selling scrolls of transmission was their unspoken rule; not to mention a scroll of transmission that allowed the entire team to return to safety at once. Such a scroll should be more expensive than the sum of the employment fee of the four!

With this treasure, he suddenly felt a little more confident.

Can’t I beat it? I can run, at least!

But when thinking of the price of this treasure, he could not help but feel some irritability.

A poor man like me cannot understand the world of you rich people!

After the security issue was resolved, the team converted into combat formation under the command of Divor. Laver surveyed the land in front, as he was always aware of possible traps; Divor and Morton followed, ready to fight; Palin was behind them, but ensured that Laver was in his range of casting spells in order to support the use of magic at any time; Reid was at rear, because he needed enough distance to shoot arrows, and if there was any danger, he could activate the scroll to take everyone to safety.

Because there was no need to search for mushrooms in every dark corner, the team marched significantly faster. It took less than two hours for them to find a trace of the monster.

To be accurate, Morton found the trace of the monster.

“Negative energy,” he said. Suddenly, he stopped and raised his hammer to indicate it to everyone.

The warhammer engraved with the sacred emblem of the God of Glory was emitting a burning light. It was the divine power that emitted when the holy power encountered an adversary.

With his reminder, everyone stopped and approached him.

“I don’t feel the cold…” Laver murmured. “Doesn’t the negative energy make people cold?”

“When you feel cold, you’re not far from death,” Reid said. “The negative energy is not cold, but deadly. The reason you feel cold is that your vitality is being extracted. Believe me, you don’t want to really meet that situation!”

Laver was petrified by his words, and carefully looked around, as if the monsters would rush out in the next moment.

At this time, Morton had given everyone the use of resistance to negative energy. Whether for psychological reasons or not, everyone really felt that their bodies were warmer.

“It seems that the enemy is ahead of us!” Divor smiled and clenched his axe. “I just don’t know what to expect…”

This question was quickly answered. Morton could feel negative energy, and of course, their enemies could feel Morton’s holy power.

Just as Divor spoke, with an angry roar, a medium-sized, heavily-armored figure rushed out from the darkness ahead of them.

Its footsteps were unusually heavy, and the metal boots on its feet clanged on the stones, giving off a sound like hammering rock.

“Ready to fight!”