Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 425 The Suppression of Bandits on the High Cliff

However, its reliability is questionable, and even if Master Zhang has low emotional intelligence, he wouldn't go so far as to directly ask the Ice Maiden, the person involved.

I wonder what a spectacular scene it will be when Münster, Sven, and Lily face to face on that day.

Master Zhang's cunning schemes remained unknown to others, while Brother Münster diligently led his team in the sweep.

As the team ventured deeper into the northwestern part of the high cliffs, the opponents they encountered gradually became stronger and more dangerous, but the outcome remained unchanged.

Throughout the entire extermination mission, the most dangerous monsters encountered were the Sword Spider Queen, the Giant Wyvern, and the Orc Chieftain.

The first to suffer was Gwalen, the chieftain of the Orc Clan of Rending Axe.

When the invaders swept through the tribesmen on the outskirts and stormed deep into the cave where the tribe was located, this savage orc, who had once used his great axe to chop down six competitors in the succession ceremony and, with blood as witness, stepped over the corpses of his opponents to seize the chieftain's throne in front of the statue of Gruush, gripped the shaman-blessed battle axe, Skullbreaker, and stood before his enemies.

Gvaren was lucky; the one who got this opportunity to go on the expedition was the relatively good-natured Tuskarr. Although he was brave and fierce, he was not bloodthirsty. But this luck was limited. It could only save the orc from being chopped into pieces and not even being able to keep his whole body. It could not avert his inevitable defeat.

Ymir, the fighting master from the Cobalt Blue Ice Plains, stood casually in front of Gvaren, calmly discarding his weapon amidst the surrounding enemies, and beckoning to the enemy chieftain with a relaxed expression—the meaning couldn't be clearer.

The law of the jungle, where might makes right, is the eternal order in the chaotic orc society. Even surrounded by numerous followers, if someone dares not respond to such provocation…

Then you can forget about sitting comfortably in your seat.

Although the opponent's strength had been proven by the blood of their own kind, that didn't mean anything. They were just a group of weak and pathetic lackeys, and Gwalen had no doubt that he could easily deal with them with his own strength.

Besides, the other side is so arrogant that they don't even use weapons?

Who do you think you are? Growing angrier, Gwaren swung his axe and charged, not caring about the difference between the two, who were unarmed and armed.

He wasn't stupid. Since the other side was foolish enough to give up their weapons, he shouldn't blame the enemy.

I, Gwaren, am ruthless yet cunning.

Gwaren thought to himself;

Gwaren rushed forward;
Gwaren's axe was easily caught by the opponent with one hand;
Gwaren suffered a severe blow to the jaw;

Gwaren is dead.

With a single punch, he shattered the enemy's jaw. The terrifying force, carrying fragments of broken bone, penetrated the brain. The remaining force even sent the enemy's body flying, leaving him a corpse when he landed.

He died just like that. The once arrogant and domineering Chieftain of the Rift Axe, who roamed the high cliffs and mountains, died so swiftly and decisively under a rising dragon punch. But if he knew that what defeated him was his opponent's signature move—the Walrus Fist—he could probably rest in peace. It's much better than going to Chief Gruush's kingdom and chatting with other big guys about his cause of death: "Ah, he just threw a casual uppercut and I died. What's there to say?"

Compared to Gwaren, who was still alive with his body intact, the other two met far more tragic ends.

Seeing yet another group of walking prey intrude into its territory, the giant bipedal wyvern grinned, its mouth full of fangs. Dark green saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, dripping onto the remaining withered branches and leaves with a hissing sound.

The behemoth leaped out of its lair atop the mountain, flapping its massive membranous wings as it glided and circled down. After observing its prey a few times, it instinctively avoided the large red figure in front of it. It wasn't that it had particularly keen eyesight to see through the red-skinned giant's ferocious power; it was simply that the giant's entire body seemed to be enveloped in molten lava, and all it could see was a scorching heat.

With its Blazing Battle Axe, Ember Lord's Cloak, and Molten Claws, the fully armed 3-star Axe King truly resembled a monster armed with molten steel and branding iron, its surrounding area bathed in crimson light for over ten meters.

Even the dumbest beast wouldn't think of gnawing on a red-hot iron block. The dragon wisely turned its attention to the accompanying Talinda. The female elf's graceful and well-proportioned figure and beautiful face only made this unromantic monster think of things like tender and juicy meat.

It's strange that the female elf, as a ranger, only wore a suit of inlaid leather armor, making her an obvious pushover compared to the others who were all made of iron.

With a powerful flap and fold of its wings, the lion-headed, scorpion-tailed beast, accompanied by a foul stench, swooped down and pounced on Talinda.

The dragon pounced.

The dragon is right in front of us;
The dragon was silenced by the Axe King's roar;
The dragon is gone.

The way Axe looked at the wyvern was no different from how a turkey saw itself jumping into an oven. Who gave you the guts to charge into Axe's formation and even try to cut through the backline? Are you a mammoth who can flip a wok?
Before the dragon could even extend its claws, a roar exploded in its ears. Then, an inexplicable rage and frenzy filled its already limited brain, forcing it to launch a frenzied attack on the very target it feared most.

The ending was tragic, of course. The dragon, which opened its blood-red maw to try to bite the axe king's neck, bit into the shoulder armor covered with red-hot barbs and hooks. The burning pain of its upper jaw being pierced even brought it to a moment of clarity thanks to the Berserker's Roar. The blood and burnt smell that filled its mouth and nose extinguished its momentum.

It was too late. The Axe King, wielding his blazing battle axe like a whirlwind of flames, had already left a deep wound at the junction of its wings and body. The dragon, having lost its most crucial ability to maneuver and fly, had become meat on a chopping board.

The venom was ineffective, and the sharp teeth and claws were powerless against the molten steel armor. The dragon that charged at him met its end at lightning speed. Its head, severed by the giant axe, became a specimen for the lord to boast of his military achievements, and the remaining flesh was excellent raw material for alchemical experiments. Seeing the huge dragon corpse from the perspective of a chess piece, Lord Zhang's mouth watered.

He immediately ordered Münster to stand guard, and Master Zhang teleported there directly. Without bothering to treat his body, he stored it in his storage bag and returned to Neverwinter Academy.

Such a freshly slaughtered giant dragon carcass is a treasure. Its leather can be used to make armor, which is not only highly defensive and resistant to poison, but also flexible and lightweight, and even has a certain degree of magic resistance.

Flesh and blood are precious ingredients in alchemical potions, and many potions related to toxins or toxin resistance list them as one of the first choices.

Fangs can be sharpened into weapons, and finely crafted, swift, poisoned short swords/daggers are favorites among many wanderers.

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