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Chapter 96 Forming an Army by One Person
"Pfft!"

Before the goblin in mid-air could even figure out what was happening, it was cleaved in two by the swift sword light!

Two still-twitching bodies fell onto the grass, warm blood dripping down.

The other three goblins also launched an attack, wielding their clubs and stone axes and smashing them at Zeril's body.

However, without exception, all attacks were blocked by the misty veil, and none of them could harm Zellir in the slightest.

The goblin felt that his perception of the world was distorted. Why was this happening?
While they were still trying to understand what had happened, Zellir's counterattack had already begun.

He went up and kicked the goblin in front of him in the chest, knocking it over. Then he followed up with a rapier thrust, piercing its heart!

Another goblin, wielding a stone axe, charged forward with a howl. Zellir didn't even bother to dodge. After the stone axe's swing was blocked by the misty veil, he swung backhand and chopped off the goblin's head.

Humans are far taller, stronger, and have a longer reach than ordinary goblins. In a one-on-one sword duel, even without the Mist Veil, Zellir would not be able to lose.

"Gah?!"

The last remaining goblin was terrified by the scene and fled in a panic.

However, it hadn't run more than a few steps before the Wind Blade spell caught up with its neck, cleanly severing it. The goblin's head spun and landed in the grass.

The forest clearing returned to tranquility, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

lv.9（92/300）-lv.9（237/300）。

Zellir swung his sword, causing a bloody tremor, then wiped the remaining bloodstains off the blade with a white cloth before sheathing it.

He single-handedly wiped out a small goblin colony!

This mission was a test that Zellir had set for himself.

He was very satisfied with the performance of the Mist Stream Gauze in actual combat. With this force field, he was basically immune to any form of purely physical attack.

With the added casting speed and magic power after being promoted to a lower-level mage, Zellir is now capable of forming an army on his own to some extent.

Of course, Zellir also knew that he could only unleash his full power when facing low-level monsters.

If you encounter a monster that possesses magic or can combine magical attacks, you should still try to avoid it.

However, even these magical attacks are somewhat mitigated when they break through the misty barrier, which can be considered a kind of alternative protection.

After the battle ended, Zellir began cleaning up the battlefield on his own.

He drew his rapier and cut off the goblins' ears one by one as proof.

Having gone through so many missions, Zellir had become accustomed to the bloody scenes.

However, this kind of dirty and tiring work was quite troublesome, and it made Zellir quite dirty.

"Sigh, if only I had come out with Marcus and the others," Zelil muttered to himself.

They usually handle these finishing touches.

After collecting all the vouchers and packing up the loot, Zellir returned to Blackrock Town and went straight to the Adventurers' Guild to submit the quest.

The receptionist at the front desk was still Ella. After counting the tally slips, she handed over the seven gold and ninety silver bounty to Zellier.

This mission is a one-star lower-level mission, and Zelier was lucky to get it. Goblin missions that aren't too difficult are usually snapped up as soon as they're posted.

"Mr. Zellier, will you be going on missions by yourself from now on?" Ella asked curiously.

"Not really... I just wanted to train myself this time," Zellier replied casually as he put away his money pouch.

"Going alone is very risky, please be careful," Ella warned.

"I understand, thank you."

"correct."

Ella seemed to suddenly remember something, "Mr. Zellier, do you know, Marcus seems to be injured."

"what?"

Zellier paused as he was about to leave, frowning as he turned around. "Marcus is injured?" "Yes, I saw Marcus coming out of the clinic this morning on my way to the Adventurers' Guild. He had bandages wrapped around his body," Ella said earnestly.

Zellier was increasingly puzzled.

Marcus... how did he get hurt?
Was it some dangerous mission that they didn't call me for?
……

early morning.

The sun had not yet fully risen.

The air was slightly cool, and a thin morning mist enveloped the secluded forest area on the outskirts of Blackstone Town.

In this tranquil setting, a powerful figure is repeatedly performing basic training exercises.

Marcus was shirtless, revealing his well-defined muscles.

Years of adventure have left clear marks on him, with various knife marks and scars covering his thick back.

Sweat trickled down his muscles and dripped onto the grass.

Marcus, wielding his sword and shield, practiced over and over again.

Block!

Marcus lowered his body, reducing his center of gravity, and placed the shield firmly in front of his chest, like an unshakeable hill.

Chop!

His sword traced simple yet powerful arcs, each strike heavy and forceful.

charge!

Marcus charged forward with his shield raised, unleashing tremendous force as he rammed straight ahead.

Every posture was perfect; there was nothing wrong with it.

But Marcus's expression was far from satisfied; in fact, it was filled with anxiety.

"no!"

Marcus growled and slammed his shield to the ground.

Not enough, not enough!

Still not enough!

Marcus was in a very bad mood.

No matter how focused he was during training, trying to integrate battle qi into his body to enhance his combat power, it was all in vain.

His inner energy core had been honed over many years and was now incredibly mature, yet he was still unable to take that final step.

Marcus is thirty-one years old this year, and he has spent more than ten years on the adventurous path filled with blood and sweat.

Marcus knew his talent wasn't particularly outstanding, but he never gave up trying. Every day he would repeat the same tedious training and then hone his skills in battle.

Finally, in recent days, after experiencing a series of high-intensity missions, Marcus has become increasingly aware that he is getting closer and closer to the threshold of intermediate warrior, practically within reach.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could never break through that barrier.

Marcus could only sigh in vain, even though the intermediate warrior level was right before his eyes.

"What's still missing..."

"What am I still missing...!"

Marcus slammed his sword into the ground in frustration, scratching his buzz cut with both hands.

As a warrior who leans towards the avant-garde, his fighting spirit is naturally quite strong, making him adept at attracting enemy attacks and strengthening his own body for better defense.

(End of this chapter)