Goblin Dependency

"No, it wasn't me... I didn't do it!"

The stunned gazes of her teammates from both front and back left Qianli's face pale, rendering her a bit incoherent.

She wanted to explain to her teammates that it wasn't her carelessness, but that some unknown invisible force had specifically targeted her foot at that moment, briefly causing her to lose her balance.

Otherwise, under the specialty of [Silent Stealth], she could never have made such a mistake in the current situation.

However, right now, it's pointless to say anything, and there's no time left for her to explain.

The moment her right foot uncontrollably hit the ground, producing a clear footstep in the silent venue.

The battle was already unavoidable.

"Ho ho..."

The sticky throat sound overlapping in the air, six mummies all looked at the Blood Blade Squad simultaneously.

And in a seemingly slow but actually explosive and uneasy manner amid stiffness, they quickly surrounded the group.

As the team's archer, still somewhat flustered, Qianli instantly took two quick steps backward, retreating behind her teammates under the action of muscle memory as the battle began.

Roar——

No longer suppressing his volume deliberately, the roar filled with fury transmitted from the large mouth between the top two tusks, accompanying the tremble of the throat.

The rapidly expanding muscles stretched the pale green skin to its limit, a layer of fiery red symbolizing anger seeped through the pores, and visibly spread over the Half orc's large body.

Gorg stood at the very front of the team, the sturdy grip of the huge Iron embedded Wooden Stick clutched tightly in his big hands, creaking.

"Blood Blade" Marcus reacted fastest, as soon as the sound of footsteps was heard behind him, the two scimitars flashing cold light were already drawn from his waist, the light hum of the blade tip tearing the air echoed in the strong wind caused by the swinging arms.

And the Mountain Dwarf "Stone Belly," who originally dragged at the back of the team, also quickly stepped forward, just two steps behind the Half orc, stout and small body stood firmly on the ground like a tree stump, the sharp huge axe blade shining above his head.

Bullying civilians, fond of gambling and drinking, greedy and cunning, they may possess all the vile traits of adventurers in this world.

But on the other hand, what has supported them to survive through one dangerous commission after another, enabling them to insult ordinary people without fear of retaliation, to battle eagerly at the card table till dawn, and to plot and execute evil schemes targeting valuable prospects.

It is the professional quality, tacit understanding, and discipline exhibited by the Blood Blade Squad during tasks; it is the rich experience and strong prowess of each person in the team as senior adventurers.

No one chose to flee at this moment.

Not due to the laughable reason of "friendship" for them.

But out of comprehensive consideration of the potential generous income associated with further exploration of the Grey Valley, the possibility of solo escape, and the impact after a betrayal.

The four made a decision almost simultaneously as the battle began, choosing to combat with team strength instead of fleeing alone, albeit with an unworthy commendation of tacit understanding.

Moreover, at the same time, they judged the actual unstable factors on the field that might bring loss to the team.

Quickly forming ranks, while remaining alert to the mummies approaching them, their attention uniformly focused on the large and rotund figure centrally in the arena.

"Kara."

Cracks rapidly spread on the marble wall surface of the fountain pool, foul-smelling viscous sludge slowly squeezed out from them.

Tremor.

It's the sticky waves created by the giant within the sludge, the tremor of drooping fatty bulges on the abdomen, the dirty iron armor expanded to extremes, unstably harboring signs of cracking.

In the heavy, wet, and sticky breathing sound, the uneasy massive shadow slowly rose from the sludge.

The dull and greasy glowing yellow eyeballs slightly rotated within the black slit of the face armor, aiming at the four uninvited guests in the arena.

"Boom!"

The Metal Chain in its hand slashed virtual shadows through the air.

The pool that endured countless years was instantly transformed into chaotic rubble propelled by foul-smelling sludge, shooting toward the Blood Blade Squad ahead.

Pupils contracted sharply, while the two scimitars danced around fiercely, warding off all the rubble aimed at him and the Qianli behind.

Marcus felt uneasy in his heart.

Although it was just a casual swipe, he undoubtedly sensed the terrifying strength of the rotund knight ahead, far surpassing the others.

No one in the Blood Blade Squad, including Stone Belly and Gorg, could take such an attack head-on.

Absolutely cannot force combat!

With his brain swiftly spinning, within the breath, Marcus already had a plan.

"Gorg, you go and hold off that knight!"

He shouted towards the Half orc positioned foremost in the team.

"Watch out for the opponent's attack, don't get hit directly."

"Stone Belly, you handle the mummies nearby with me, act swiftly, clear out the area, then work together against this big guy."

"Qianli, support from behind and keep an eye out around, be careful of enemy sneak attacks."

"Gorg, go!!!"

Bang——

As soon as the words settled, the towering figure cloaked in red light became like a hunting dog released from its leash, rocketing forward.