Zongman: Danmachi, Three Skills At The Beginning

The figure of the two people on the front line fighting the monster with all their strength made the girl want to respond to their struggle. This is what she should and must do—her own battle.

Lefia's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she unswervingly began to sing her own chant!

"【O proud warriors, O archers of the forest. The approaching marauders are ahead, take your bows. Respond to the voices of your compatriots, nock your arrows to the string—]"

The chant of the goblin was like a stream of fresh water in the fierce battle, washing the hearts of the two of them. The crimson magic circle suddenly unfolded, and countless magic elements began to gather around Refia. She is like a bright light that illuminates the way forward.

"[Light up the flames, the lights of the forest—]"

He cut off the enemy's neck with a knife, and blood sprayed on Flon's half body. Before he could deal with it, the sharp sound of cutting the air rang from beside his ears. With a bang, the flame called Destruction defended against the enemy's siege and destroyed the enemy's weapon during the attack.

"【Order you to shoot the arrow, the fire arrow of the elf—】"

Borrowing the inertia of being attacked, using the left foot as the axis, it rotated itself—raised the right leg and kicked the enemy's head!

"【Suddenly falling like rain, burning the barbarians—】"

That is the melody of hope, a song called victory.

"Back off, Welf!"

The chant had come to the most passionate end, Flon called out to his companions and retreated to Refia's side.

"[Salvo Fire Javelin]!"

——?

The sky flickered for a moment—innumerable bursts of fire and rain.

In the next second, endless golden arrows of light fell from the sky, like a heavy golden rain. The flaming arrow-shaped magical arrows drew arcs in the air, with the sound of violent burning, the sound of wind cutting the air, the light arrows hit, Piercing the enemy, causing a fire, the bye light arrow shattered the ground, tore through the fog, and set off the rock plate. It destroys everything it sees, be it an imp, or an orc, or even a dragonling—no exceptions.

Welf was frightened by the terrifying wide-area annihilation magic used by Lefia, and couldn't recover for a long time.

There were dozens of monsters, and most of them were large-scale ones. Generally, a team of at least 10 adventurers, with skilled cooperation and unified command, was needed to cope with this situation. Of course It also consumes considerable weapons and supplies.

If they are lucky, they may be able to welcome the victory as a whole, but under normal circumstances, they will be seriously injured, right? At the same time, a large amount of gold coins must be lost.

From then on, such a medium-sized team will start to go downhill until——death.

However, in this hopeless situation, under the attack of Lefia's shelling magic, they were all wiped out with one blow in such a grandiose way—the guard magician, the shelling magic that determines the victory with one blow, and the company that burned the enemy to death. There is no ash left.

Although Flon knew about it, it was also the first time he saw it with his own eyes, and it was quite shocking.

Wide-area annihilation magic, an extremely rare type of magic. A strategic-level magic of Libra that can definitely decide the outcome when used.

How lucky - Welf sighed, he looked at the elf girl who was a bit shy on the face but full of courage in the eyes with complicated eyes.

As for Flon, he doesn't have time to feel what Lefia and Welf are thinking.

Perhaps for Flon and Welf, this is a huge pressure, the dawn of hopelessness.

But it was different for Refia, she was Lv.3, and the monsters here did not threaten her—even if there were more Lv.1s, it was impossible to save her life.

Perhaps this is the reason why the magic can be successfully chanted.

But Flon knew that the child had a sense of fear when facing powerful monsters, and even if he chanted the spell, it was out of tune.

"Maybe there's not enough pressure here, but it's enough to be able to exercise."

The girl with excited eyes was excited alone, Flon squatted down and squinted his eyes to look at the things on the ground, his heart turned cold.

"This position - leave first."

"Refia, Welf. I can't do it alone. You guys also come to help recover the magic stones and dropped items, and then let's get out of here quickly."

He didn't talk about the ominous premonition in his heart, but just urged his partners to speed up their work.

"Okay, okay!"

"Ah, what a bumper harvest—Miss Lefia's magic can actually leave a magic stone, tsk tsk, it's much better than some idiot."

"..."

Flon admits that he can't control the power of magic because of his physical and mental dislocation, but that's not the reason for your ridicule, you bastard who made trouble.

I made forty or fifty high-quality magic stones in one go, which is considered a big profit.

Among them are the skins of young dragons, the bones of orcs and other dropped props.

"They're all good things. Magic stones alone can be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of gold coins. As for props, they can be used to practice hands."

"Let's go, enter the "middle level"! "

It was a huge, dark room.

Darker than a dungeon, silent. Only two primitive torches were "crackling" burning.

"Is it done?"

A voice came from the only stone seat in the huge room, the words were full of playfulness, joy and madness.

"Sorry, my lord. Let them escape."

"Hmph, a bunch of trash. Forget it, just drive them away, nothing was found."

"Yes, it seems to be a newcomer."

"It doesn't matter, as long as they don't find out, you should be more vigilant when you move the monster next time. You all know what will happen if you leak the news, right?"

"yes--"

"Hey, wait, you bastards on the ground—"

The darkness that hides in the darkness, rolled a little bit—that was the real disaster.

How could someone who thought he had no flaws think that one of the three rookies could see through the existence of her plan in an instant?

It's just that Flon kept it to himself.

He's still weak, not just because the enemy doesn't want to expose himself, but so is Flon.

"Tch, a bunch of jumping clowns."

Glancing in a certain direction with disdain in his eyes, Flon secretly raised a middle finger.

"You guy's eyes have been astigmatized since just now, what are you thinking?"

"That—that's what I want to ask too."

"...It's nothing, I'm thinking about what to do with these dropped items when I go back. You know, build and complete the equipment yourself, and give it the feeling of signing!"

"Ah—a deep sense of satisfaction."

Refiya's face was dazed, what they were talking about - she couldn't understand at all.

"What does Refia want? Tell me and I can satisfy you."

As he said that, Flon also looked at the fairy girl with a smile.

Fairies' interpretation of beauty is always amazing, even the 14-year-old Freya's clothing is also great.

White suspenders and stockings are paired with strappy princess shoes, and a princess dress with a butterfly collar is paired with a pink dress. She is a beautiful girl.

"Mr Flon - I think you're looking at me strangely, please don't."

"... Hey, don't be so blatant, you bastard, I can't take it anymore."

"Tsk tsk, do I look like the look in your eyes when you look at your master god?"

"Nani - what are you talking about, bastard!!!"

"Ah, that's the one—the love between man and god!"

"Shut up, bastard!"

Refia blinked and unfolded a small theater in her little head: Welf looked at his main god with the same eyes that Mr. Flon looked at me just now——噫噫噫噫噫噫噫噫噫!

People, people, people—the love between God and man? ? ?

With a bang, Refiya blushed and passed out.

"Hey--"

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