I am the Enchantress!

The sea of ​​fire surged in the air, and heat waves flowed throughout the cave.

The winged dog-headed man, whose skin was covered in grease, was instantly set ablaze. He screamed and crashed around wildly. Once his wings were burned through by the flames, he fell to the ground one after another.

"You bastards! It's finally my turn to let you taste the power of land warfare!"

Cyrion's left calf and right ankle were already torn and bleeding from the stones, but adrenaline made him leap up and swing his heavy weapon at the nearest kobold.

*Smack!*

The kobold's fragile head was instantly smashed to pieces.

At this point, no one would care whether the beast kept its left or right ear; whatever had once tried to kill them, they would do as they pleased.

"roar!"

Gru habitually howls before setting off, which always makes people suspect that he is a hybrid of a dwarf and some orc, but his height of just over a meter proves time and again that he is of pure blood.

Unfortunately, this time, he couldn't jump up with the roar.

A sharp pain shot through his shattered knee, forcing him to fall back to the ground.

"Just stay put, we don't need you."

Lyle walked past him, leaped onto the rock, and fired four arrows in quick succession.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The ghost-fire kobold could no longer dodge nimbly, and the four beasts fell to the ground, instantly reducing their numbers by nearly half.

"Tch." Gru grunted.

The half-elf didn't inherit much else, but he certainly had a sharp tongue.

Let's chat with the newbie mage who's not good at melee combat.

"Little guy..."

He leaned up, only to find that Wilder was no longer on the rock.

Looking further ahead, the guy was hunched over, clutching a short dagger, running wildly across the open space, chasing after a kobold.

"this……"

Wilder learned his lesson this time.

We have to finish them off!

Otherwise you won't get experience points.

However, Cyrion, who had been suppressing his anger for too long, could no longer control his killing spree and had already killed four of them in the blink of an eye.

Wilder hurried and finally caught one that Lyle had shot half to death, which was crawling with difficulty on the ground.

"Pfft—"

With a swift movement, he plunged the dagger into its neck, and hot, dark red blood gushed out.

[Level]: Lv2 (110/300)

As expected of a mutant, it has 10 experience points, twice that of a regular dog.

The battle ended quickly.

Flames flickered in the cave, and the ground was littered with kobold corpses and ashes. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh.

Cyrion had a good time killing, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground. He took out a small cloth bag from his leather armor pocket and rolled up a genuine Karatou cigarette.

He picked up a dog-headed man's tail and, using the dying embers, managed to light a cigarette.

"well enough?"

Lyle walked over to him, squatted down, and checked his injuries.

"No bones are broken. I'll be fine after resting in town for a couple of days." Cyrion exhaled a puff of smoke and revealed a relaxed smile.

Not only are the warriors tough and resilient, but their exceptional physical condition also gives them a recovery ability far exceeding that of ordinary people, Lyle nodded in relief.

"The task of cleaning up the battlefield will have to be left to you and Wilder. Gru and I need to catch our breath."

"Leave it to us."

Lyle and Wilder began cleaning up the battlefield.

Although the winged kobolds are not included in this mission, each left ear will still be rewarded with 8 silver coins.

In addition, their skin is extremely tough, making it a top-quality material for making light armor, with each complete wing membrane worth 20 silver coins.

Unfortunately, fire was used this time, so almost no intact skin was left, which will likely result in a significant price reduction.

finally.

The winged dog-headed man has 6 left ears (the other three were burned), 48 silver coins.

Seven broken pieces of skin, worth about 100 silver coins.

In addition, the low-quality jewelry, animal teeth, copper rings, etc. found in the cave were worth about 80 silver coins.

The biggest surprise was an unassuming earthenware jar that contained 8 gold and 50 silver coins.

On this continent of Edland, 1 gold equals 100 silver, and 1 silver equals 100 copper.

A total of 10 gold and 38 silver.

"I told you there was treasure in those bastards' den! We're rich now!"

Gru had already moved over to Cyril's side, and while he was at it, he grabbed a cigarette and started puffing away.

Lyle glanced at the dwarf's shattered kneecap and said nothing.

High returns always come with high risks; no gold coin will fall into an adventurer's pocket for nothing.

If we're not careful in this fight today, someone could end up in this cave forever, eaten and excreted by animals.

And this is the fate that most adventurers may face.

"Alright, let me explain how to divide these things." Cyrion sat on the ground, smoking the last bit of his cigarette before throwing it away.

"This time, we'll split it evenly."

Tasks are assigned based on performance.

They shared life and death equally.

Every adventurer has only one life, and no one has paid less than the others.

No one objected.

After packing their belongings, the adventure team prepared to leave the kobold's lair.

With a casual glance, Wilder suddenly spotted a shimmering point of light on the body of a winged dog-headed man.

He initially thought it was Mars, but the color of the light was slightly different from that of flames.

He walked over and pulled out a hard scale that shimmered with a faint red light from the tattered soft armor pouch.

"What is this?" he asked, holding it up.

"show me."

Cyrion narrowed his eyes, quite surprised: "It's actually a dragon scale. Judging from the color, it should be from a red dragon. This beast probably found it in a dragon's nest."

"Is it valuable?" Vildo asked instinctively.

"The color is still very light, it should be a baby dragon, probably worth 1 gold coin."

Wilder was somewhat surprised.

Wow, it's worth that much!

Unexpectedly, Cyrion flicked his thumb, sending the dragon scale back into Wilder's hand.

"What you found is yours."

"Huh? Isn't it supposed to be split equally?" Wilder was taken aback, not understanding what his captain meant.

"Little guy, just take it! If you're really embarrassed, buy me a drink when we get back!" Gru chuckled.

"I promised to treat you after you finish the mission! But it'll be a few days, and I don't want to take a cripple to the tavern." Cyrion was unusually humorous.

Lyle nodded to Wilder, indicating that he agreed with the captain's decision.

Without Wilder's final tactics, the atmosphere in the cave might not be like this now; no one says it, but everyone knows it.

Wilder didn't stand on ceremony and quietly and carefully stuffed the scale into his pocket.

That's a whole 1 gold coin!

If you do manual labor, you'd have to go without food or drink for a month to earn enough.

"Oh, right, little guy."

Gru suddenly remembered something, "Why did you burn those nearly dead kobolds with torches before you cast your spell?"

At this point, Lyle and Cyrion also looked at Wilder, their eyes filled with curiosity.

This action is indeed illogical.

Wilder paused, scratching the back of his head with one hand.

Enable [Actors].

"The cave was a bit cold, and I was nervous, so my hands kept trembling and I couldn't cast any spells."

He gave a charming yet slightly embarrassed smile, which was exceptionally convincing.

"Let's light a fire to warm things up."