I am the Enchantress!

They actually attracted them?

Cyrion looked at Wilde in disbelief.

He thought the little character was just joking around.

After all, why would anyone choose to learn to talk like a dog when there are so many other more valuable languages ​​available?

Wilder simply smiled at this.

He wasn't interested in learning it, but what could he do when he heard the tragic lines from the older and younger brothers in the previous battle?

【linguist】

It is a noble passive skill.

"How many are there?" Cyrion asked.

"About twenty, with simple weapons, and no leader this time," Lyle replied.

"Alright, prepare for battle!"

Cyrion looked relaxed. Encountering other monsters was an accident, but encountering kobolds was more like a windfall for their team.

"Fuck him!"

Gru removed his long-handled battle axe, ready to vent his anger at having his secret discovered.

Lyle cautiously leaped into the treetop, searching for the best shooting position.

A short while later, the sound of leaves rustling in the dense forest ahead could be heard.

Getting closer.

Until a dark brown paw covered in mud parted the leaves, revealing an ugly and greedy face.

Upon seeing Cyrion and his group, it paused for a moment, then its expression turned fierce as it approached step by step.

Behind it, more and more kobolds emerged.

"Bahahahaha?!"

(Where is the kobold carrying gold coins?!)

"Ha ya ba! Ha ha wa ha ha!"

(I don't know! It just came from here!)

Wilder listened intently to every word and felt it would be impolite not to respond, so he raised his staff like a good student answering a question in class.

"Ha ha ha! Ha ya ba ha!"

(Here it is! I said it!)

The group of kobolds opposite them were stunned; this was the first time they had ever seen humans speak their language.

Of course, this is also the last time.

"Start the battle!!!"

Cyrion shouted and charged out first.

"Wild, watch closely!" he shouted as he charged forward. "My next move is a [forward thrust], see my movement clearly!"

He thrust out his one-handed sword with incredible speed, the blade aimed directly at the neck of the first kobold.

Regardless of the angle of the body leaning forward, the height of the wrist, or the landing point of the foot.

They all made adjustments at will based on the characteristics of the enemy they were facing.

The best strategy is to have no strategy.

He gave a confident and gratified smile.

It's true that every profession has its own secrets, but today I finally have the chance to teach this novice mage something.

At this moment, his sword blade was already close to the neck of the foremost kobold, almost touching it.

"Pfft—"

Cyrion paused for a moment.

A crudely made short knife was seen plunged into the neck of the kobold from behind, and blood gushed out.

The kobold in front of them fell to the ground.

Standing behind it was another kobold with empty eyes and a dagger in its hand.

Killing one's own people?

Before Cyrion could react, another kobold suddenly pounced, its spiked club slamming into the head of the one holding the dagger.

"Splat—"

The kobold's head was smashed to pieces like a pumpkin.

"What the hell are these bastards doing?"

Cyrion shouted, only to find beams of eerie green light shooting from behind him, projecting onto the kobolds.

He turned his head.

Wilder held his staff high, the emerald crystal at the top of the staff shimmering continuously.

The beams were fired almost without interval; one beam had just hit one kobold when another had already struck the one next to it.

The two dogs almost simultaneously stabbed each other in the stomach with daggers, then collapsed in each other's arms like shrimp.

"call out!"

A cold arrow suddenly shot from the treetop, striking a dog-headed man squarely in the head.

Under the green light, the kobold, in its dying moments, pulled out an arrow and plunged it into its companion's mouth.

"..."

Cyrion stood frozen in disbelief.

That's not right...

Don't sorcerers need to prepare spells before casting them?

Why is Wilder just throwing eggs around like that?

By the time he came to his senses and tried to make a move, there were hardly any of the twenty kobolds left.

"Horizontal slash!"

A roar came from the side as Gru swung his long-handled battle axe at the waist of a kobold.

however.

"Bang!"

Another dog-headed man, like his partner, smashed the dog's head first with a hammer.

immediately.

"call out!"

Lyle shot an arrow from the tree canopy, ending its life.

At this point, all twenty-odd kobolds had perished.

Cyrion, who wanted to demonstrate his combat skills, didn't manage to grab a single one; Gru killed three, and Lyle shot down six.

The remaining twelve all ended each other's lives under Wilder's spell.

Name: Wilder

[Class]: Mage

[Level]: Lv3 (1050/3000)

(1055/3000)

(1060/3000)

……

(1110/3000)

……

Wilder nodded, not entirely satisfied.

Although they managed to grab more than half, the kobold's mere five experience points were already insufficient compared to the requirement of two thousand experience points.

To level up further, you'll need to complete the difficult-level quests.

Even try the challenging ones...

Wilder was lost in thought when he suddenly noticed that it was a little quiet around him.

When he looked up again, his three teammates were looking at him with surprised expressions.

"Well……"

He scratched his head, looking completely clueless. "What's wrong with you guys?"

Cyrion swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

There aren't many mages who accept quests from the association, but he has teamed up with them before.

But those mages often stood far at the back of the group, taking a long time to gather their strength for a spell before casting it at the right moment.

A mage like Wilde, who toyed with monsters with such ease...

This was the first time he had ever seen it.

"Little guy."

Gru walked up to him, stared at Wilder's handsome face, and said with a grin:

"You look harmless enough, but I never expected you to be so ruthless! You've left me speechless!"

"Is this...cruel?"

Wilder was somewhat confused. "Looking at the results, is there any difference between me letting them kill each other and you sending them away yourselves?"

"Because you control their minds, which is far more terrifying to the senses than directly hunting them."

Lyle remained calm. "But judging from the results, you're right. Our two methods are no different."

Cyrion then walked over and patted Wilde on the shoulder with his large hand.

"Well done!"

"Thank goodness you're our teammate, not a monster! Otherwise, you'd be really difficult to deal with."

Gru grinned, "Maybe in the monster world, your nickname will be 'Monster'!"

"Well……"

Wilder gave an awkward laugh.

Monsters?

This name doesn't sound very good.

He recalled a name that his mentor, Hollen, had mentioned that had appeared in a novel.

The one that sounds better is still the more pleasant one.

Enchantress.