Slosh—
Larry disapprovingly flung the poison-covered liquid from his One handed Hammer onto the adjacent meadow.
"This thing should still be usable..."
Looking at the metal hammer head in front of him, severely deformed under the Rusted Monster's corrosive saliva as if gnawed on by mice, he muttered.
His arm was already wrapped with a thick circle of bandages.
"Larry, what are you doing there? Come and help!"
Behind him, Doris was packing up their luggage and called softly in a low voice.
"I'm coming!"
The commotion from the battle and the stench from the Insect Blood made this place no longer safe.
They needed to quickly set up camp elsewhere before it got completely dark.
On the other side, Xia Nan stood in front of a Rusted Monster's corpse, his Beheading Longsword behind him already wiped clean.
At this moment, he frowned as he carefully flipped through the adventurer's manual in his hand.
"Rusted Monster... Rusted Monster..."
"Why isn't it here?"
