CH 145

Chapter 145 – Finished and Unfinished

“Good one, Joshua.”

All that’s left is to retreat now, and I don’t need to worry about how much magic I have left. I don’t want to spend too much time with the guard, so I carry the guard in a crouched position and move in a straight line through the field of vision, carrying Myrril-san under my arm as I teleport.

“Ah!”

I teleported several times, but I could feel his helmet graze the beam girder a few times along the way. My weapons and skills are not suited for fighting in tight spaces.

It takes me only a few minutes to return to the position of the first trap we saw. This is where the wall with the paralyzing poison was located.

As we reach the exit of the tunnel, where a dusting of snow is blowing in, Myrril notices something.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, but there seems to be something strange out there.”

I have the guard lean against a nearby wall, and I quietly peer out from the entrance of the tunnel. Moff is nowhere to be seen from where he was sitting. In the surrounding darkness, I could see some torch-like lights.

I tell Myrril to get into the shielding, lower the receiver of my night-vision goggles, and turn them on.

As I looked through the darkness, I saw a figure creeping in the distance.

“Someone is coming toward us. There are five of them, and I can’t see them because they are hidden by the snow.”

They were still more than two hundred meters away and did not seem to see us.

“Mir?”

“I know. It doesn’t matter what the enemy is; an ambush of that magnitude is not a problem. We’ll set up a barrage of bullets to check them, and after that, we’ll use “Surefire” to slow them down and eliminate them one by one.”

“Woof.”

“”Moff?””

The snow-white wolf, lying on the ground, had almost completely assimilated into the snowfield. Is he hiding?

I notice that his usual cheerful cry is a little suppressed.

“Woof!”

Moff glanced back as if to say, “Come here,” and started to walk away.

“What is it, Moff?”

Moff leads me to a rock about 10 meters from the entrance of the tunnel, where we hide in the shade of a rock.

In the green vision of my night-vision goggles, I saw a man and a woman approaching the tunnel entrance, taking turns working together. They were covered in winter clothing, but their stature was familiar.

“…They are from battlecry.”

“What are they doing?”

“No, what is it? Are they about to rush in because they’re worried about a captured hostage, or a fellow adventurer fool, or both of us who recklessly ran into this place together, or all of the above?”

“Woof!”

Leading the group is McCain, a shield-user giant. Guarding the side is Tig, who is strangely equipped with a spear in each hand (perhaps as a countermeasure for fighting in the tunnels).

Guarding the perimeter in the middle is the mage Eino and a small man whose name I haven’t heard.

Supporting her companions while guarding the rear is Louie, a muscled fighter. Today she is carrying two small round shields instead of cuirasses.

Is she planning to hit someone with those?

“Woof!”

Moff barks happily. Louis will probably get the job done safely. There may be nothing to gain, but I’d be happy to buy her a drink if she does.

“Calmon! You’re alive!”

Oh, I almost forgot.

I left the dying guard at the entrance.

“Hang on, Calmon!”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! What the hell did you do, you idiot?”

“Eino! Give him some healing magic, quick!”

At any rate, now they wouldn’t have to go home empty-handed. With the adventurers in high spirits, we quietly left the bandit fortress.