A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 112

For one, Podrick was physically comparable to Venter, who was nearly 190 cenirno (centimeters) tall, and his naturally easy-going personality allowed him to handle Venter’s hot temper.

Podrick ruffled his hair and walked toward the lakeshore. He could see Venter crawling desperately on the frozen lake. He understood his feelings.

Except for Peon, who wanted to help the Red Knights from the beginning, everyone must have been deeply disappointed. Even the Black Cloak, who couldn’t even wield a pickaxe, seemed regretful.

“Brother, come out. It’s getting dark.”

Podrick coaxed in a gentle voice, but Venter remained unmoved. Now, he was staring intently at something in the middle of the lake.

This guy won’t listen to reason. Podrick clicked his tongue and was about to step onto the lake when he noticed something strange.

“What is that?”

Was it because of the sunset? Podrick shielded his eyes with his hand and squinted.

“A missing person?”

He saw a group of people on horseback across the river. There seemed to be about five of them.

Podrick scratched his head in annoyance. But he couldn’t ignore them. He raised his arm high and waved to the missing people.

Since the lake was frozen, they could abandon their horses and somehow cross over. After all, Venter was moving around the lake just fine.

“Podrick, what are you doing?”

Seeing Podrick’s strange behavior, the others waiting around also gathered at the lakeshore.

Podrick pointed across the lake with his chin instead of answering.

“People…?”

Beth mumbled, taking a step closer in disbelief. At that moment, Venter, who was clinging to the frozen surface like a cicada, shouted excitedly.

“F*ck, I found it! It’s a magic stone! That ice…!”

Thud.

Venter’s hand on the lake trembled finely.

Thud. Thud.

The surface was shaking slightly but distinctly. A heavy vibration was transmitted through his palm.

Thud, thud, thud.

It was gradually speeding up. Only then did Venter lift his head and look straight ahead.

It was a horse. A horse was running across the frozen lake.

“Venter! Get up! Hurry!”

“What, what the hell are they!”

The surface of the lake began to crack under the weight of the heavy horses.

Realizing the seriousness, Venter tried to get up belatedly, but his tense legs wouldn’t move in time, and he slipped on the ground.

In the distance, he could see the ice cracking with a loud noise. Panicked, Venter began crawling frantically. The vibrations grew closer, resonating in his head.

Beth reached out a hand towards him.

“Venter!”

But just before Venter could grab her hand, a horse’s hoof struck his back. Blood spurted from Venter’s mouth, staining the water below red.

With his spine shattered, Venter began to sink into the depths of the lake without resistance.

Peon, who had sent everyone back and drawn his sword, shouted.

“They’re not survivors; they’re monsters!”

What they thought were horses were actually mammalian monsters with horns in the middle of their heads.

The riders they thought were survivors were the same.

Unrealistically white skin, snow-white hair, sharp fangs like a beast, growling breaths.

White Wolf (A-tier)
Characteristics: A wolf tribe inhabiting cold polar regions. They move in packs and follow the strongest as their leader.
Appearance: White skin. White hair and gray eyes. White furry ears protruding from the head.
g*nitalia: Male g*nitalia. Very dense white color. Very thick veins. Average t*sticles. Very strong output. Right-angled. Very strong rigidity.
Average monthly ej*culation frequency: 9 times
Pubic hair: Average density. Average length. White. Slightly thin. Very soft.
Rewards: Strength 7, Sociability 4
Hidden f*tish: Forced Copulation

“It’s a Grade 1!”

Rosé shouted, drawing her sword after confirming the attack card.

There were five monsters.

Normally, an A-tier monster, known as a ​​Quamad, appearing as a boss would be accompanied by C-tier horned horses. Despite this, she didn’t feel a sense of crisis, perhaps due to their excellent appearance.

Wolf tribe.

They were beautiful monsters with as splendid looks and chiseled bodies as their rank suggested.

‘…Do we really have to kill them?’

At times like this, it was frustrating that she needed to absorb their s*men for the monsters to be killed.

“Lunan!”

Regardless of Rosé’s thoughts, the battle began.

Podrick made Lunan, who had high resistance to dark energy, invisible. With his sword raised, Lunan circled around, slashing at the horses’ legs while the invisibility lasted.

Though he couldn’t inflict fatal wounds, it was enough to make the horses stagger.

As the horses reared up in excitement, the white wolves were forced to come down to the ground.

The howling horses were left to Mingus. He had a special ability to arm his body with scales like a pangolin. While he held off the C-tier monsters, everyone else focused on the wolves.

Grrrr.

The white wolves, with their triangular white furry ears, bared their fangs and walked forward.

In their hunched posture, if it weren’t for the shirts and pants they wore, they would have looked like wolves from the polar regions.

Peon and Podrick, confident in their swordsmanship, charged first.

Clang—!

However, the blade aimed at the heart was easily deflected by a mere gesture of the white wolf.

Podrick’s sword, already at a disadvantage, eventually shattered into two pieces.

Peon lasted longer, but his trembling arms soon reached their limit.

“Beth! Hurry!”

Peon shouted with a pale face as he barely blocked the attack.

While the two were holding off the monsters, Beth drew an emerald-colored formula in the air. Her ability was dark energy displacement.

In other words, she could forcibly move the targeted monster. The distance varied depending on the monster’s rank, but for a Grade 1, it was within 50 nirno (meters).

Beth, who moved two monsters away from Peon and Podrick, had beads of sweat running down her forehead.

Her ability was most effective when fighting slow-moving monsters.

In other words, it was of little help against fast-moving humanoid monsters like the white wolves.

“Damn it, Lunan! Help me!”

Lunan, who had been assisting Podrick, sheathed his sword at Beth’s cry.

Lunan’s ability was Hex Amplification. As soon as Lunan grabbed Beth’s hand, the formula drawn in the air flared up red.

Beth, panting heavily, glared at the two monsters lunging at Peon.

“Ugh, please!”

Just as the sharp claws were about to rake Peon’s back, the amplified hex responded to Beth’s formula and moved the two white wolves under the broken lake.

Splash! The white wolves floundered and roared as they fell into the water. They had to deal with the remaining three before those two could climb out.

“Huff, huff.”

Peon’s breathing was rapidly deteriorating. In the time he had faced the three monsters, he hadn’t managed to inflict a single fatal wound.

It was a miracle he had lasted this long. If Beth hadn’t moved the monsters away during critical moments, his body would have been in shambles by now.

Peon’s vision began to blur. The wound inflicted by the claws was filled with a fierce dark energy.

Grrrr!

Peon finally collapsed to his knees from the wound on his thigh.

The white wolf’s muscles bulged, and fur began sprouting like a beast’s.

The white wolves fighting Podrick were changing similarly. Their human-like forms were gradually transforming into beasts.

As the sun set and the moonlight waned, their dark energy thickened, turning them into beasts.

“Peon! Look ahead!”

Smelling the scent of exhausted humans, the white wolves all lunged at Peon. But Peon, overwhelmed by the dark energy spreading through his body, couldn’t think clearly.

Podrick and Lunan chased the monsters belatedly, but they couldn’t even touch a hair on them.

The pure dark energy emanating from the white wolves acted as a shield, deflecting the sword strikes.

“Brother Peon, get up!”

“Peon!”

The sharp claws of the massive white wolf aimed for Peon’s head.

Beth hastily drew a formula and moved Peon, but it was only about 10 nirno (meters). It merely delayed the attack; it couldn’t stop it.

Beth closed her eyes tightly, seeing the beast’s hand close to Peon’s face.

It’s over. There’s no hope.

Grrr!

At that moment, a massive gust of wind enveloped Peon and instantly severed the monster’s outstretched hand.

Beth, who had opened her eyes slightly, turned into a rabbit caught in headlights at the sight of the light illuminating the area.

“Huh, what’s that?… A black cloak?”

Beth, sensing something ominous, fumbled for the spot where the Black Cloak had been.

She was gone.

Wait, could it be?

“Black Cloak!”

Beth, muttering exclamations like “Oh my God,” “Damn it,” “Unbelievable,” and “Crazy,” looked at the Black Cloak standing with Peon.

She stood in the middle of a swirling wind, holding a sword. And the formation of foreign characters in the storm was glowing.

An eastern ability said to be used only by auspicious beings.

In the western continent of Kithlode, it was rumored to be the power of dragons, but Beth, knowing they were extinct, knew it wasn’t true.

Tears of the White Tiger (Grade S)
A bead created by Muho from profound sorrow for his soul mate. While holding the bead in the mouth, the energy of the tiger protects the body.
Effect: Defense ++++++
Durability: ⅓