Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 206 - 61: Rescue_1

Chapter 206: Chapter 61: Rescue_1

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Inside the conspicuous ring of fire, only three people were fighting. They positioned themselves in a triangle, encircling the other two in the middle. Of the two encircled, one seemed to be a Lower Bronze Rank guide, whose power was too weak to join the ongoing battle. The rest of the team dare not let him risk participation. The other was a Silver Rank female priest whose silver priestly robe was riddled with a dozen holes, large and small. While the wounds visible through the torn fabric had healed, from the large bloodstains left on her clothes, one could imagine how gruesome they would have been before being healed. The female priest’s face was deathly pale, and the excessive blood loss had left her incapable of continuing the battle, let alone standing. Leaning weakly against her backpack, she sat on the ground anxiously watching her comrades in the fight.

Among the three still fighting, the leader was a lean and petite Gold Rank fist fighter. Living up to his profession, he wore nothing but plain cloth clothing and no armor, his hands bore no weapon, only a pair of fists enshrouded in aggression of a special color, swinging in the air, and every punch produced a fierce sonic boom.

The fist fighter profession is strange. Without any armor or weapons, they can maintain aggression on their fists for an extended time. This not only requires no expenditure of aggression but also triples their attack power compared to other professionals who also use aggression. Thus, it is a profession that completely sacrifices defense for superior attack and evasion capabilities.

The other Gold Rank professional was a Berserker who looked exactly like those described in many adventure novels: a towering figure, rough exterior, dense beard, shining bald head, thunderous roar, and a pair of enormous battle axes. Even if he claimed to be another profession, no one would believe it; he was the embodiment of the stereotypical Berserker.

The only silver-ranked professional still engaged in combat was a ranger, cloaked in dark green and clad in brownish leather armor. At this point, he had stored away his hunting bow and had a one-handed sword in each hand, fighting with dual blades.

All three individuals had various wounds on their bodies that hadn’t been healed in time. The loss of their healer added to the already bitter struggle. Fatigue from the protracted battle had them frequently in danger. Fortunately, due to the natural instincts of the magical beasts, the creatures were somewhat wary of the ring of fire, only daring to shoot out long tongues from behind the flames, not daring to get closer. This allowed the fighters to hold out until now.

The sixty-two Marrow Eaters surrounding the ring of fire had hunger and greed dancing in their eyes. Their slender mouths continuously shot out long tongues that could reach up to seven meters. As Pannis had said, the speed at which their tongues shot out was so fast it was absurd. The three defenders could barely protect the two individuals in the center. They had no hope of launching an offensive against the enemy. It was only a matter of time before their defense would be breached.

Just when the five were on the brink of absolute despair, sudden attacks emerged from the woods behind the Marrow Eaters in several directions.

The battle had barely begun and was essentially over before it even started. The intense and concentrated bombardment instantly inflicted massive casualties on the Marrow Eaters. Over forty magical beasts lost their lives in the first wave of attacks.

The attacks were launched simultaneously from four different directions. From the east, thirty arrows formed a shower of arrows, accompanied by the sound of many bowstrings being pulled to create a sustained echo. It was hard to imagine that this sound and these arrows came from the same person using the same bow at virtually the exact same moment. Pannis, who stood behind the injured ground squirrels who were not participating in the battle, couldn’t believe his eyes. He watched Pannis, with an easy smile on his face, repeatedly pull back his bowstring at a speed he couldn’t clearly see. With each bowstring pull, three of the thirty arrows before Pannis disappeared into the air. What he hadn’t seen, was that Pannis had deliberately controlled the speed of each arrow slightly. This difference made the sequentially launched arrows appear simultaneously as they exited the forest, creating the effect that they were all shot at the same time.

At the same moment as the shower of arrows from the east, a rain of slender ice spears nearby was conjured up from the south. Vivian, who had been casting and preparing along the way, had ten identical arrays emitting extreme coldness floating behind her. With a faint smile, Vivian pointed forward with her right hand. Ten arrays erupted simultaneously, innumerable thin, thirty-centimeter-long ice spears flew out from the array, creating a storm of ice spears that descended like a deadly blanket on the Marrow Eaters from behind.

Theoretically speaking, although the attacks of Vivian and Pannis looked strong and fierce, they were actually just illusionary. Both the magic and the arrows had destruction forces that reached only the lowest limit of a Lower Silver rank. A physical Gold Rank professional could endure them barehanded without using any aggression and without incurring much injury, at most only leaving some superficial wounds. For the group of magical beasts before them, composed of high defense Gold Rank and Silver Rank beasts, these kinds of attacks were even less effective.

However, after Pannis explained their weak points in advance, everything changed. All the arrows and ice spears ruthlessly aimed at the beasts’ posterior, their greatest weakness. If hit accurately, even an Upper Bronze Rank attack could inflict fatal damage.

And so, the combined attack of the two resulted in a massacre of Marrow Eaters on the east and south sides. Places that had been crowded with over thirty Marrow Eaters were left with only four or five survivors in an instant. The rest were howling in pain as they writhed on the ground, and soon, they all fell silent.

Attacks were also launched from the other two sides simultaneously. Catherine, having been bestowed by Lina with a super-strong rock armour and Holy Word Shield capable of absorbing a great amount of impact, advanced quickly like an indestructible wall. At her back, the shadow-like Dora, dressed in black armour, shook her whip subtly. The soft whip made the Marrow Eaters suffer. They had been careful in facing the enemy and had meticulously protected their weak points. Yet, they found a slender whip, tipped with a sharp edge, managed to reach their weak spots from twisted and strange angles, taking their lives unexpectedly.

Whenever a Marrow Eater tried to rally and counterattack, a surge of invisible mana waves would timely emit from behind Lina. That was the Illusion Fox behind Lina, casting magic. Along with the mana waves, the Marrow Eaters that had grouped together would immediately start attacking each other. These simple-minded creatures could not resist the Illusion Fox’s Illusion Magic, and easily fell under its influence, only able to escape the illusion when they were distanced from each other.

When Pannis and Vivian eliminated the Marrow Eaters in their direction and shifted their attack to the other two, the battle was essentially over. Not long after, the remaining dozen or so Marrow Eaters, abandoning a large number of their fallen comrades, scurried into the forest at top speed without looking back. Within the circle of fire, surprised by the abrupt change in just a few minutes, the five people finally breathed a sigh of relief. The female priest barely maintaining her consciousness passed out, and the other three, though still showing pain and exhaustion, managed to extinguish the defensive ring of fire.

"Captain Catherine." The slender Gold-Rank fist fighter quickly approached Catherine. "Your prompt rescue, I’m just so, so..."

"There’s no need for that, Captain Antoan." Catherine, who was carefully dissecting the tongues and mouths of the Marrow Eaters on the ground, looked up from the pile of bodies. After Pannis informed her that these two organs were rare materials that could be quite valuable, she began to see the corpses not as bodies, but as piles of gold coins. Engrossed in the joy of collecting coins, Catherine completely forgot about her surroundings. It wasn’t until the fist fighter’s captain woke her that she removed her blood-stained gloves and extended her hand to him. "Helping other adventurers in the wilderness is a basic principle that every adventurer should adhere to, so there’s no need for such formalities."

"Thank you, thank you," Antoan said, shaking hands with Catherine and adding with an awkward smile, "But I have to admit, I was quite surprised to find out that you were our rescuers. After all, our teams have had a few unpleasant encounters in the past."

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Catherine immediately lowered her voice, sounding discontent. "Neglecting a life because of trivial business disputes? You underestimate me."

"I apologize," Antoan solemnly removed his hat and gave a bow. "I’m sorry for my previous contempt."

"Since this is the case, I accept your apology," Catherine finally relaxed her stern face and took a look around before asking, "What about Barry, Denny, and Clem?"

"Clem had some family matters, so he didn’t join us this time," Antoan sighed deeply. "Barry and Denny... they died in the fight."

"I’m sorry," Catherine shook her head in regret. "How’s Stefana doing? I hope she’s alright."

"She only lost too much blood and is a bit weak, she’ll be fine after some rest." Antoan nodded at Lina and Vivian as they approached, and looked questioningly at Pannis and the mercenaries. "Who are these people?"

"Let’s introduce ourselves," Catherine said. "This is the captain of the Roaring Adventure Group, Antoan, Berserker Daniel, Ranger Charles, and the unconscious one is Priest Stefana. And these are my companions this time, this one is..."

Before she could finish, Elrad suddenly exclaimed joyfully, "Gaston, it’s you? You haven’t been back in three months, everyone in the village thought you died in the forest. I’m so glad you’re alive!"

"Ha, Elrad!" The rescued Bronze-Rank guide happily embraced Elrad. "What a coincidence, meeting you here."

"Yes, quite a coincidence," Catherine shrugged and muttered, "even ran into someone we know."