The battle was not over. Nine, fresh demonic roosters appeared out of thin air, and they didn’t waste a second, they were on the offensive. Three of them headed towards Timothy and his friends, while the rest headed towards the platoon. He couldn’t kill the three of them himself, not without getting pecked on the head by the rooster’s iron-like beak, so he had to be creative. “I’m gonna need your sword real quick,” He said to Ortana, and snatched one of her short swords off of her hands. Afterwards, with all the strength that he could muster, he flung the short sword towards one of the roosters, and hit it right in the middle of its chest! This was enough to pin the rooster down, as it had suffered internal damage, but it wasn’t dead yet. Nevertheless, he only had two targets to deal with right now. So he lunged forward, planted his feet to the ground, and swung his boney claymore sideways, as hard as he could!The swoosh of his claymore guaranteed at least some success. He had on

[You killed eight adept summoners, and so, 12,000 system points have been added to your sum.][You also were the leading cause behind numerous dead Demonic Roosters, so 8,000 more system points have been added to your sum. Good job.][In total, you now have a total of 129,500 points.]“Nice,” He thought, and sniggered. “That’ll get me at least two upgrades.”Anyway, having learned the ability that was simple enough to be insignificant, and yet absolutely necessary for their survival today, Timothy didn’t waste any time, and replicated it for the rest of the group. They started regenerating mana instantly. However, they didn’t have enough time to regenerate thousands of points, as there already were several dark mages at the very entrance of the ruin! They were sneaking in, and Timothy could see them in the very shadows that they were trying to hide, so the team didn't have any more time to prepare.By all odds, these summoners were a lot stronger than any mere beginner. They wouldn’t

The goblin slaves spilled across the mountainside, and were on the search for any dark mage to mow down. They didn’t care if the mages were human, or something else, they just knew that dark mages were dangerous, and so they were depending on the adrenaline that was rushing through their blood, to help avenge the first-degree burns that they suffered today!Better yet, the head of each dark mage was a trophy of sorts now. Whoever brought such a trophy to their master, was promised the greatest gift of all; Power!Each and every one of them knew that adding three new abilities to their arsenal was great, it would help them survive a lot longer in the future, and better yet, it would help them stand out in the crowd of other goblin slaves. As of right now, everyone in the platoon was just a number, and they hated that fact, so they hoped to be something greater! They were bloodthirsty, and there was only one way for them to quench their unyielding thirst.“Look at Bill go!” Tim remarked

Timothy, and the group that followed him were officially out of danger. They had walked a total of ten kilometers away from the mountain that housed the Dungeon of the Old, and from what they observed, no one had followed them. The dark mages that resided around that mountain were likely happy that Timothy’s platoon chose to leave the place, rather than stay and fight.Summoners only had one thing to their advantage, they could summon demons. That advantage didn't mean much in the situation where their demons could get banished as quickly as they had been summoned, as it only took a moment to banish them. Fortana had taught everyone how to banish demons, so even if the summoners brought hundreds of them to walk across the planet and behave like a platoon, that wouldn't matter much, as a mere goblin slave alone could banish them if they had even the slightest ability to aim! With all of that considered, the platoon hadn’t been followed, no. They were free to frolic across the grasslan

Now, after Timothy struck a deal with the goblins, he had to give them the freedom that he promised them.Timothy started crafting a new ability, one that he had thought of recently, and he managed to make it quite unique. He crafted a dark ability, and it was the kind that would help give these goblins the only thing that would keep them alive!The way this ability worked was simple. Upon use, the goblins would draw dark mana out of their pools, remake the mane for it to seem foreign, and then they had to slam the dark mana across their chest!In theory, this would help them live as long as a normal goblin would, because the ability would strengthen their bones, their immunity, and their blood. They would eventually die from old age, but that wasn’t as horrifying as dying after only living for three months! The goblins were very happy with the Dark Rejuvenator ability that their master gave them, and were quite happy about the idea of dying from old age.Anyway, after he replicated t