I am the Enchantress!

Maeve stood there, stunned, not quite able to react.

The handsome mage in front of me seemed quite different from the mage in my previous team.

Don't mages need to charge up their energy for a long time before they can unleash a spell?

How did he manage to get it done in just three or four seconds?

Moreover, what he just cast was probably [Grow Larger/Shrinker], a level 2 buff spell. Although she hadn't learned it, she had some understanding of it.

Isn't the [Giant] ability usually used on teammates?

How did he unleash it on the monster?

However, the effect was surprisingly good; it was truly imaginative.

Maeve's initial tension gradually subsided.

A mid-level ranger with level two archery skills;

A mysterious, elusive black figure;

A calm and composed monk...

This team is very strong!

I have to do something too!

She turned her gaze forward, looking for a suitable opportunity to make her move.

"Vertical slash!"

Gru stepped onto the headboard and leaped up, the height of his jump breaking through the limitations of his bloodline, allowing him to swing his long-handled battle axe a full ten feet high.

The arms swung down vertically with astonishing force!

"Bang!"

He used the same trick again, severing the kobold leader's right arm once more.

"Aww!!!"

The kobold let out a pitiful howl, and blood gushed out wildly from the gash in its shoulder.

"You son of a bitch! You almost killed that one yesterday! And now you're doing it again!"

Cyrion was using his round shield to firmly block the right half of the kobold's body. If it weren't for Wilde's demands, his other hand's one-handed sword could have ended the beast's life at any moment.

"That little guy can get addicted to killing, but I can't?"

Gru grinned. "Don't worry, this beast's in Berserk mode, he won't die!"

At this point, the two kobold leaders were like mirror images of each other, one missing its left arm and the other its right arm, both barely clinging to life due to severe blood loss.

Maeve stood there, stunned, unsure of which buff spell to use.

Ah this...

It seems like only the two kobold leaders were injured throughout the entire event.

Should I cast a spell on them?

These are the two kobold leaders!

A difficult-level monster!

The battle ended so quickly?

"You little rascal! Hurry up, you son of a bitch!"

Gru slung the axe over his shoulder and urged, "If you don't come any closer, I'm going to chop it up!"

"Okay, I'm coming!"

Wilder walked forward, and before leaving, he told Maeve, "Come on over, the kobolds in the tunnel are about to come out."

"Ah... okay!"

Maeve walked forward with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

She saw the crystal at the tip of the oak staff in his hand light up again.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three deep pink magic missiles were first fired into the wound on the shoulder of the kobold leader on the left.

Two seconds later.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three more were poured into the wound on the right.

The two kobold leaders were completely dead.

Maeve looked curiously at the staff in Wilder's hand. It was a rough oak stick with a crystal at the top that emitted a faint fishy smell.

It doesn't look like a high-end product at all.

Can this staff be charged three times?

She was skeptical.

But if it can't be charged three times, then what about his three near-instantaneous spellcastings just now?

Especially that deep pink missile, it should be a level one spell [Magic Missile], which the mage in her previous squad used frequently.

But it takes him at least ten seconds to prepare this spell each time!

Is he a mid-level mage?

But even intermediate-level mages probably can't do it that fast...

"Aww!!!"

Another kobold roar interrupted Maeve's reverie.

The kobold, who had been trapped in the tunnel by Wilder's giantification spell not long ago, has now returned to its original size.

Its eyes were bloodshot as it burst out of the tunnel and charged madly toward Wilder.

Behind it, more than thirty dog-headed figures filed out.

"superior!"

Cyrion shouted and charged out first.

Gru followed behind, brandishing his axe. He hadn't been able to deliver the final blow earlier, but now he could finally have his fill of killing.

The ranger in the distance nimbly leaped onto a rock, nocked arrows and fired them in quick succession, and one kobold after another fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, a black shadow kept darting around the dog-headed world. Wherever that shadow passed, one or two dogs would fall to the ground safely.

Maeve blinked, somewhat confused.

Is there no one protecting the mage?

In the squads before her, the mages either hid in advance or left a warrior to protect them.

It seems this team isn't very united.

So...

She looked firmly at Wilder beside her, silently thinking to herself.

Master, I will protect you!

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, making a triangle gesture, and chanted inaudible mantras.

A few seconds later, strands of golden light began to dance across her chest.

Then, she reached out her hands towards Wilder, and golden light drifted away, lingering around Wilder.

"This is?"

Wilder was taken aback.

"[Protection Spell]".

Maeve nodded to him, indicating that he could rest assured. "Although it's only a level one spell, it's more than enough to deal with kobolds and can withstand several attacks."

Thanks.

Wilder smiled at her.

At that moment, the kobold at the front rushed up to him, its short knife raised behind it, aimed at his neck.

Wilder was rather afraid of dying.

Although this [Protection Spell] seemed pretty convincing, the girl was rather cute, which made him somewhat distrustful.

He waved his staff, and a beam of green light shot out from the crystal, striking the kobold.

The kobold shuddered, its pupils instantly becoming empty and lifeless.

It didn't lower the dagger it had raised; instead, it suddenly turned around and the dagger swiftly plunged into the neck of its companion behind it.

The kobold finished its attack, looked at its companion lying on the ground and the blood-stained knife in its hand, and regained consciousness.

"Aww!!!"

It charged at Wilder again in a frenzy.

"Pfft—"

A worn-out, rusty spear pierced its chest, and the kobold standing behind it looked at it with a bewildered expression and unfocused eyes.

Next, as Wilde continued to wave his staff, the kobolds began to mechanically and bizarrely kill each other like marionettes.

"Oh, this..."

As she watched the eerie green light continuously emanating from the crystal, Maeve fell into deep thought.

This is……

instant?

Instant cast spell!

How is that possible?

Just then, a dog-headed creature with a brain, mutated from its genes, sneaked up behind Maeve.

It held its long staff high, its form projected onto Maeve in the light of the kerosene lamp.

"what!"

Before she could react, she shouted.

"Don't move!!!"

Another voice, louder and carrying a strong magical energy fluctuation, drowned out her voice.

Then, the dog-headed figure that had raised the long staff suddenly stopped moving.

"Pfft—"

Wilder swiftly plunged the dagger into its neck.

"Don't be afraid."

He said softly.