The explorers acted in an orderly manner.

Although there was only one spell caster in the crowd, these people who had been wandering in dangerous situations all year round were not afraid of each other at all, and instead organized a plan as quickly as possible.

Integrate weapons resources and distribute them to those who can use them well.

Fleg then walked to the rear alone, confident that he would be able to deal with the two cultist warlocks by himself, and that he would not be bothered by the surface of the water as he was good at spells.

So the two enemies that were encircled on the water were completely dealt with by Fleg alone.

Other than that, the remaining five casters were left to the hands of the explorers.

They're all ordinary people who don't have the slightest ability to cast spells!

“……”

Seeing these explorers bravely stepping into the battlefield, Ronald had mixed feelings at the moment.

These explorers have lived through events together.

This made Ronald more aware of everyone's personality and habits.

Everyone was willing to face the danger at this time because they also anticipated the danger of the cult warlock.

In order to protect a city that is in danger in the midst of war.

They can even risk their own lives to conceal the variable that Ronald was involved.

Perhaps it is because of the character of these people.

That's why they were able to walk on such an adventure path.

“……”

As Ronald lamented, the battle between the explorers and the cultist warlocks was on the verge of breaking out.

On the water in the rear, Fleg did not fall into the wind with one enemy and two enemies.

Pure mastery of spellcasting takes complete control of the scene, taking out two enemies without any unexpected possibilities.

On the contrary, it is the front of the ice sculpture exhibition hall.

The battles of the explorers are dangerous and full of possibilities at the same time.

On the far left, the cult warlock over there specializes in psychic interference spells, and after one of them became delirious, the other two explorers who dealt with this guy immediately realized the problem and immediately split up and took out their guns to shoot under the cover of the buildings on both sides.

The two had not been partners on cooperative expeditions before, but at such a critical juncture, they were able to perfectly catch up with the rhythm of each other's shooting, and forced the cultist warlock to retreat with perfect cross-attacks.

A cult warlock who is good at mind control is indeed dangerous to ordinary people, but the type of spell he is good at causes him to have poor defense, so he can only command those who are controlled by him on the one hand, and then retreat and dodge by himself.

However, this retreat is a dead end.

Ronald, who was watching the battle, could see clearly that the direction of the cultist's retreat was also calculated by the explorers, and on the roof of the house on the road where he was forced by the attack, there was a series of crumbling outgoing window frames.

Most of the buildings were not damaged by the fighting, but these illegal erections, the already unstable things have been crumbling.

With the intervention of an external force, these shelves carrying flower pots or objects will collapse under the chain reaction.

Look at the cult warlock on the right, this guy is very poor in his own ability, but he drives a monster that can ignore all kinds of wounds.

Explorers don't have a good deal with this monster.

The wound caused by the bullet of the gun can be completely repaired by the other party in the blink of an eye; As for the slash of the cold weapon, the opportunity to fight for it by risking death, one explorer did give the monster a knife in the head, and he was thrown out by the enraged monster.

However, the truth is that there is no physical weakness in this thing.

Even though a large gap in the head repairs much slower than a gunshot, it doesn't affect any of its activity. It was only the two explorers who risked their lives to attract its attention at the cost of constant injuries.

And at the same time, on the edge of this range.

The adventurer, who had just slashed the monster with his death and then fell to the ground, had already crawled to a bush at the water's edge to hide his figure, and touched the cultist warlock himself, who was fragile himself.

The last thing left is the cult warlock at the main entrance.

The guy in the middle is the toughest to deal with, because in addition to throwing out a corrosive liquid as a means of attack, he also has the spell to manipulate mana to form stiff skin.

Cellier and Giovanni, who were in charge of dealing with him.

No attack in either of them could break through the other's defenses, essentially cutting off the possibility of defeating the enemy.

Only Dawn is the exception.

The man with the title of professor realized the situation on both sides and immediately changed his mind about the battle. While Celier and Giovanni were fighting with the cultists, he rushed into a room on the street.

Ronald could feel the man's movements.

He kept searching the house for what he wanted, and it seemed that he was planning to improvise something that would defeat the enemy.

……

Boom Boom –

In just a few minutes, changes that affected the entire battle situation appeared.

On the left side of the battlefield, the rifle-armed explorer finally forced the enemy into a corner, and immediately opened fire to disrupt the balance, causing the shelves above the cultist warlock to collapse in a cascade.

The cult warlock, who was only good at mind control, reacted, but his body did not allow him to escape from the range of the roll, and he was directly pressed down by a pile of falling things, and then watched in disbelief as the bullets shot at himself who could not dodge.

The death of the first person seems to have sounded the clarion call to decide the outcome of the victory.

Professor Dawn finished his setup in the room, and then he didn't even get out of the building, he rushed to the window and threw the three burning bottles at the cult warlock.

Flames can't kill cultists directly.

But the fuel in the three incendiary bottles is not pure.

The cult warlock, who was originally protected by spells, quickly fell to the ground after exhaling into the air around him, looking as if he was highly poisoned.

"Damn, you guys just like to play so much!"

"Got yourself in now, right?"

Seeing the two companions fall like this, the breath of the others on the lake behind them began to weaken.

The last spell caster who commanded the monster scolded angrily at this moment:

"You can't even deal with a few mortals, and even Lord Shesta won't give you a good face if you die like this!"

When the words landed, the only cult warlock who was still free to act manipulated his magic power, and a magic power fluctuation with information immediately merged into the chaotic environment of Waterfall City at this moment.

"Die!"

At this moment, the explorer, who was holding his body, jumped out from behind the cultist.

Taking advantage of this guy's unpreparedness, the man stabbed the dagger in his hand into the back of the opponent's heart, and then hugged the other party tightly, and then continued to swing the dagger and stab it one after another.

"Ahhh

"Fuck off! How dare you, how dare you ......"

The cultist warlock shook off the explorer and fought back in the next second.

Then these knives went down, the clothes on this guy's body were already soaked with blood, and he tried to do something, but he was still dragged down by his weak body.

"In December 1831, as a naturalist, I had the privilege of embarking on a five-year scientific expedition around the world aboard the HMS Beagle! ”

Meanwhile.

Ronald in the rear immediately walked out of the ice sculpture exhibition hall to treat the injuries of these brave adventurers.