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Screw the Sage Red pellet
“Fireball!” A ball of flame erupted from Perk's hand. Perk began to recite another magic spell after firing the fireball, “Fireball Brid,” and a little firebird flew and burned her attackers. It's only been fifteen minutes since the brawl began, but they feel like they've been fighting for many hours. There are too many weird monkeys on every side, and they are encircled. “We've killed a dozen of them, but they still—” Malt avoids monkey claws and counterattacks with a little knife, striking the monkey in the heart. Zack killed the beast with a concealed blade, creeping up on May. “Thank you,” May says as she smashes the beast monkey's head. “Focus on what's in front of you, May,” Zack said as he slashed another one. “There are too many of them... It's difficult for me to defend.” Joy pierced the beast's midsection and blasted the other one, who attacked her front with her big shield. “Form a circle formation!” Zack remains in the foreground, Joy is in the rear, guarding May, who is
Screw the Sage The two survivors.
‘Is she crazy?’ He was stunned. The scene broke Screw's heart. He can't believe he witnessed the murder case of treachery. Everything was quiet. Actually, it was only for him. Currently, the person in front facing the NOT SO RAGE BECAUSE OF THE WONDERFUL DRUG BABOONS was too busy maintaining his position to realize that one of his friends had been assassinated. Zack keeps his sword drawn and successfully repels this mad monkey's second attack. “Hey everyone, get up now!” Zack exhorts, “I can't hold these crazy baboons anymore.” Zack dropped and tightened his knees to withstand the physical might of that punch. *Clang* His entire body was drenched in crimson perspiration. “Guys, a little help, please.” Zack knows his limit, and he can't take more of the Berserk Baboons, so he tried to cast a glance back to see if he could see his friends. When he saw Perk's bloodied neck and slashed it out, he went blank. “Ooh, I recognize that expression; you were asking who killed your magician,
Screw the Sage Mr. Monkey, that's not what he meant.
“So...” Screw flailed the shattered teacup, checking to see whether there was still a love of my life within. Screw drops the teacup and glances at the two ladies in front of him after checking it for any remaining liquid. “What's next?” he asked. [Are you questioning me or them?] The system, too, has no idea what's going on. “Mr. Screw, are five royalties not enough?” May inquires softly. “How about we make it ten royalties, and you can add something if it works for you?” Screw taps his left-pointing finger three times on the table, and the two women swallow as they wait for his response. “What's the catch?” Screw asked again, randomly. Joy clutched her massive shield and sword as she realized something was awry. After that inquiry, his aura instantly altered, and Joy felt a huge weight suddenly crush her. May didn't squint after that question either; she attempted to seem more valiant in front of Screw; even her garments were soiled from the last combat. “Mr. Screw, we are looki
Screw the Sage Heavy Knight vs. Self-proclaimed Sage.
Joy is still fighting the second Berserk baboon from behind. She was too concentrated on her battle to see anything else, and she used her speed to get as close to this frightening beast as she could. [Shield Bash]* The Berserk Baboons halt the shield bash with both hands. They now control both sides of the shield. “What?!” “It's supposed to get stunned for a split second.” Joy was taken aback, but she continued her onslaught. She thrust her sword forward, aiming for the baboon's neck. The baboon clearly saw the threat and moved his neck to the right to avoid it. The knight had anticipated his move, and she had chopped her opponent downward with a powerful slash, another vital talent for a knight. The baboon was struck, and another thrust strike was headed for its midsection. The knight didn't finish her combination; after striking with a thrust blow, she used [Cyclone]*. The air around Joy was drawn in by the aura of her blade and began whirling. She was continually attacking he
Screw the Sage Caravan.
“Is that where the village location is?” she wondered as she noticed a cloud of smoke in the distance. “I need to check it out.” She hurried as fast as she could, but was astonished and bewildered when she noticed her surroundings begin to move backward. A brilliant light arose and was absorbed by her former spot. She suddenly realized she had returned to reality, this time in the gloomy attic. She looked around, retrieved the cursed book, and placed it inside her bag as she slowly regained her calm. With a heavy sigh, she began to stroll down the steps. When she arrived and opened the back door, a cool breeze caressed her skin. “I'm ready,” she said, walking to the main road and approaching the city gate. Her gaze surveyed the city, taking in the grandeur of all the buildings and stores. There is a lot of history behind the people who live here. When they talk about their lives, they make you feel at ease. When she arrived, she noticed a lot of people coming in and out of the city g
Screw the Sage I'm seeking for a decent location to stay.
The city was not particularly large, but the residents were ecstatic. When word spread that a dungeon was sprouting on Malaska Plain, several merchants rushed inside. A guy approached the caravan while examining the surroundings. “Good to see you all arrived safely,” he replied, bowing to them. “As scheduled, we arrive on time; where should we stay?” The guy grinned and motioned for the caravan to follow him. They arrive at the local inn and instructed the members of the caravan to stay and rest for a while and before daybreak they must ready to go to the Malaska plain. The young girl use this time to buy more necessity for her own survival and prepare for the upcoming adventure inside the dungeon. They arrived at a nearby inn and advised the caravan members to stop and relax for a time before departing towards the Malaska plain before daylight. The little girl takes this time to stock up on supplies for her own survival and prepare for the approaching adventure inside the dungeon.
Screw the Sage How would you feel if your friend died in front of you?
A bunch of folks rummaged through some lost grass in the middle of the glaring heat. Others utilized it for medicinal reasons, while others used it as a main meal. It's been weeks since the great village exodus. Many locals became depressed since they didn't know what to do and had lost hope. “If the great chief had not died inside our village, he would have survived and led us; maybe we would have known what to do,” one of the village survivors explained. “We can't do anything; those bandits attack us unexpectedly and without hesitation.” A lady embraces a bundle of grass and inquires, “Why do those bandits attack us? Is it because we agreed to call an adventurer from the guild?” After Screw and the adventurers leave the settlement, everything happens so quickly. They have the impression that someone is following their every move after they leave. They first assumed those were the creatures from outside the hamlet, and they were certain that the adventurers they had recruited would
Screw the Sage When she bites back.
Another wolf came in and lunged at Gura; she escaped the onslaught and slapped its neck with a stick. The wolf, beaten by the stick, rises up and looks at Gura's position. *Grrr* The other wolf sat back and let him hit once again. This time, instead of attacking, the wolf circled Gura, targeting and positioning itself to charge with its claws. She didn't move an inch. Outside, she's as tranquil as water, but on the inside, a seething wave of excitement devours her. She wishes to taste it. That is all over her head. The wolf pounced again after numerous circlings, but this time with more tremendous leg force. He prepared his sharp claws to claw Gura's back and then aim for her neck for a kill. But the wolf was taken aback when Gura moved and confronted his attack head-on, as if she had anticipated it. She flicked her wrist and flung the stick, striking the wolf's nose and causing the creature to lose its equilibrium. This allows Gura to jump into the wolf's body, retrieve her dagger
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