My inventory is full of monster materials.

At first, no one paid attention to the few flickering flames around them, until—

The raging fire formed a wall of fire more than three meters high, trapping all the animals within a hundred-meter radius below the waterfall inside. The firelight was blinding, the heat was oppressive, and their fur was charred and curled, with thick smoke billowing straight into the sky.

At this moment, those languid and numb eyes finally revealed their fear of the most primal memories in their genes.

The smaller animals on the periphery were the first to react, their survival instincts driving them to desperately squeeze into the inner circle of the fire wall.

Little did they know that the sparks they had picked up were flying everywhere as they scraped against each other, further spreading the fire, until one spark landed precisely on the tail of a bison.

The already irritable bison, under the dual stimulation of hallucinogens and burning sensations, let out a deafening moo, then kicked off the ground with all four limbs and frantically charged at everything in its path.

Its kind and its kind, big and small, were all knocked to the ground and trampled into mud, the ground instantly stained red with blood.

The riots spread like a chain reaction, with more bison and other large predators joining in, stimulated by the burning.

In an instant, corpses littered the ground, and the scene was completely out of control.

Only then did the high and mighty Brain Core Slime King finally notice the abnormality of the slaves, whose transparent gelatinous bodies were bubbling with a large number of bubbles.

It's furious!

It wasn't because of property damage, but because the rules were broken—they had long warned these slaves not to move around or make noise while offering tribute.

Bang!Bang!

Two enormous, gelatinous tentacles swept up several wild dogs that had jumped into the pool in a panic, and tossed them into its mouth to be swallowed whole.

Immediately afterwards, the Brain Core Slime King emitted a shrill mental wave that spread towards the chaotic animals.

The frenzied animals froze simultaneously, as if forced to obey commands, and turned around in unison, scrambling to jump into the stream below the pool.

The stream was shallow and soon became crowded with birds and animals. The floodwaters brought the raging fire under some control.

Just as the brain core slime was feeling smug about this...

A rapidly spinning ball of azure energy broke through the wall of fire and traveled upstream from the lower reaches of the stream.

Wherever the energy ball passed, the stream water instantly froze into ice. Animals that had just entered the stream were frozen into lifelike ice sculptures before they could even let out a cry.

In the blink of an eye, the entire stream transformed into a frozen inferno.

Ice and fire constitute the image of this moment.

Now the Brain Core Slime King understood—someone was deliberately causing trouble!

"roar--!"

A roar that shook the mountains and forests exploded out, its transparent gelatinous body surged violently, and countless tiny tentacles emerged from its surface, each one standing upright.

At this moment, several figures, distorted by the flames, slowly walked out from the gap in the fire wall, calm and unhurried, chatting and laughing.

"Big brother, look! That thing's bristling."

"I saw it."

"Mark, the tactics we discussed before didn't include this ice magic move, did they?"

"Well... let's just say it was a whim of mine."

"It wasn't for nothing that I contributed so much oil; this combination of fire and ice has at least ruined half of them."

...

Against the backdrop of a blood-red volcano, the six members of the "White Eagle" squad make a dazzling appearance.

Despite facing monsters far superior to themselves, each of them stood tall and showed no fear.

At the very front of the group, Henry in grey armor held a steel tower shield, remaining silent and calmly observing the movements ahead.

Henry stood on either side of him.

On the right, Brady is shirtless, his arm guards are tightly wrapped, and he carries a finely forged longsword on his shoulder, the blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

He rubbed his nose forcefully, his tone casual yet arrogant.

"This grilled meat smells so good, it's making me a little hungry."

On the left, Orion, clad in white armor, held a wooden shield shaped like an iron hoop and an armored sword in his hands. His expression was serious, and his tone was solemn as he gave the warning.

"Don't be careless, there are still quite a few wild beasts left."

Three more people followed closely behind the three.

Mark held the crossbow, silent, only smiling, his eyes revealing cold indifference.

No one could have imagined that this gentle and refined young man would, with just one scheme, cause the deaths of hundreds of lives.

Clyde, his hand on his lower back, walked unsteadily and spoke in a low voice, his face showing slight fatigue.

"Let's get this straight, I can only provide you with potion supplies at most right now; I can't cast any spells at all."

Finally, Emily, clutching her silver staff, followed closely behind the group, looking nervous and asking questions in a low voice.

"Do you need my 'Divine Guidance'?"

Faced with the sudden appearance of strangers, the Brain Core Slime King needed no further words; a sharp mental command swept across the entire area.

Those beasts that managed to escape the attack of ice and fire let out mournful roars and charged desperately towards the six members of the "White Eagle" squad.

At that moment, Henry gave an order.

"Take your medicine!!"

Upon hearing this, each person took out a red/green/blue temporary enhancement potion, drank it, and then smashed the empty bottle on the ground.

boom--!

The surging beast tide crashed into the defensive line.

Henry held on tightly to the tower shield, his arms bulging with veins, like a stubborn reef that forcefully split the waves in two.

"Brady, Orion, hold the breaches on both flanks!"

"receive!"

The two responded in unison.

Brady's longsword flashed with a cold light as he slashed fiercely at a gray wolf that tried to flank him. Blood gushed out and splattered all over Brady's chest.

Orion raised his wooden shield to block the charge of a wild boar, and his armored sword precisely pierced the boar's heart. The boar let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground.

The squad's location was carefully chosen; instead of advancing blindly, they strategically extended from the gap in the fire wall opened by the frost, limiting the area vulnerable to the enemy to only the front half.

But they cannot get too close to the wall of fire, otherwise the three behind them will be burned by the flames.

Therefore, there are many gaps in the squad's flank defense.

Brady and Orion intercepted the large animals ahead, preventing them from breaking through for the time being, but many small animals, such as foxes, badgers, weasels, and snakes, managed to slip through.

Mark's crossbow was quickly cocked and fired, one shot at a time, accurate and ruthless.

Clyde, on the other hand, played with all sorts of bottles and jars.

The pharmacist pulled a flammable bottle from under his robes—similar to a Molotov cocktail but with thicker walls—and threw it into the small animal center.

Bang!

With a loud bang, glass shards flew everywhere, and pikas, weasels, and other animals collapsed.

As for Emily, she quickly chanted a spell, raised her silver staff, and cast a "divine guidance" spell on the three people in front of her.

Just as she was about to cast a divine spell on the three people behind her.

Mark stopped him.

"Emily, don't use your magic on us."

"Why, why?"

"You should save your divine magic for a crucial moment."

Although Emily didn't know when the crucial moment would be, she instinctively trusted Mark's words and nodded emphatically in response.

At the same time, Mark looked at the pharmacist next to him.

"Clyde, you're in charge of healing the team for now."

"no problem."

After arranging the rear lines, Mark looked at the three men fighting bravely in the front, mentally calculating the losses and attrition, and his heart sank.

There were too many beast tides; they couldn't handle them all.

It's obvious when you think about it.

The team's main damage dealers are Brady and Mark; Clyde's throwing items have limited effectiveness.

Let's set aside Brady's abilities for now.

Mark only had two sets of 40 crossbow bolts!

Faced with hundreds or thousands of wild beasts, this number of arrows is simply a drop in the ocean.

Even worse, a herd of bison with their tails ablaze was charging towards them.

Mark knew that if he didn't act soon, he was doomed.

With that thought in mind, he quietly inserted his fingers into the hole in the cylinder behind him, his fingertips touching something cold.

[Detected "Ice Sharp's Frost Goblin Shaman Head (White)", equip/disable?]

【Ice Sharp's Frost Goblin Shaman Head (White)】

Completeness: 100%

[Effect]: "Ice Blade Lv1 (Green)", Cold Resistance +10%

[Special]: None