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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nKlein didn’t try the Sand Soldier Horn.

nThat was because there were no enemies nearby.

nHe couldn’t compare the strength of the Sand Soldiers.

nKlein looked at the five directions of the catacomb.

nAmong them, there was the tomb of the Earth Dragon. The moment he lowered his head, he received a reminder that it was the tomb of the Earth Dragon. He needed to find a precise location to check.

nContinue digging down. There’s only a pile of bones. Pick them up and boil some bone soup. It can also replenish calcium.

nIn the catacomb ahead, a group of Handrails are flying around aimlessly.

nIn the catacomb ahead, there’s a Seven-Colored Fog floating. Absorbing it is beneficial to you. You have to be fast, or you’ll be eaten by the Werewolf squad.

nDig to the left. There’s nothing.

nDig to the right. There are good resources to gather. Be careful of the Werewolves that are lying in ambush.

nOut of the five catacombs, two of them had Werewolves.

nBack in the previous catacomb, when Klein checked a certain location, there were Werewolves as well. However, they were transporting metal.

n‘Is this a war between the Werewolves and another side?’

nKlein thought of the group of Gnomes he had encountered previously. It was possible that the two sides were fighting.

n‘I’ll dig backwards. There’s nothing good in the other four directions.’

nThe main reason was to experience the Seven-Colored Fog.

nWith nothing good in the other directions, it was also a pleasure to explore.

nAs Klein dug, he checked the information on the Werewolf.

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nAbility Check.

nCourage Roar: A roar can increase the courage of a companion. It is ineffective against oneself.

n…

n‘The danger level of a Werewolf should be related to a group.’

n‘Just like a kobold.’

n‘An individual’s strength would definitely be higher than a kobold.’

n‘After all, it is tall.’

nKlein didn’t stop digging.

nHuff, huff, huff.

nA slightly curved passageway appeared.

nIt was about thirty meters long.

nBefore entering the catacomb, he checked again.

nThe hint didn’t change.

nThis meant that the Werewolves hadn’t touched the rainbow fog, or they hadn’t finished eating.

nKlein instructed and entered first.

nThe sixty-third catacomb!

n“I’ll use them to test out the abilities of the Sand Soldiers later.”

nThe moment Klein entered, he was immediately attracted by the Werewolves not far away.

nThere were more than a dozen of them, and they were making a pyramid.

nEach Werewolf was close to 1.8 to 2 meters tall.

nThe head of a wolf.

nIts entire body was covered in green-gray fur.

nSome parts were covered in armor, while the other party was standing to the side with all sorts of weapons.

n“Discipline really doesn’t work.”

nKlein observed for a moment and came to a conclusion.

nIt was also stupid enough!

nThe Werewolf wanted to catch the Seven-Colored Fog floating in the sky.

nHowever, the Werewolves below were clever. The moment their companions stepped on them, they immediately retreated silently, pushing their companions down before climbing up.

nEach and every one of them wanted to touch the Seven-Colored Fog!

nKlein looked up at the Seven-Colored Fog.

nIt was like cotton candy.

nIt had seven colors.

nIt floated in the air, and when a gust of wind blew over, it only moved its position slightly.

nIt looked heavy and was firmly gathered together.

nAfter Klein appeared, the Werewolves above him noticed him and began to howl and exchange words. It wasn’t the underground common language, but the language of the Werewolves.

nThe Werewolves temporarily gave up on the human pyramid.

nThey landed on the ground one by one, picked up their weapons, and roared at Klein, as though warning him to leave.

nKlein smiled faintly and advanced instead of retreating.

nThe distance between the two was more than thirty meters.

nA Werewolf roared into the sky.

nThis time, the group seemed to have been injected with stimulants.

nAll the Werewolves began to roar.

nThey used their skills.

nEveryone charged forward.

nThey had no discipline at all. They only cared about charging forward by themselves, and they didn’t line up neatly. They didn’t display the potential of a team at all.

nMore than a dozen tall Werewolves charged forward with their aura. Their momentum was menacing, and their formation was indeed frightening!

n“Are they outnumbered?”

nAn ancient-looking horn appeared in Klein’s hand.

nHe could use the Werewolf army to test the Sand Soldiers!

nSand Soldier Horn!

nAlthough the item was damaged, it could be used.

nKlein expended his soul power to blow it.

nThe sound of the horn reverberated in the catacombs.

nThe Werewolves that had been charging and roaring subconsciously slowed down after being shaken by the sound.

nHum, hum, hum, hum–

nThe entire catacomb was trembling slightly.

nWhoosh!

nThe sand around Klein squirmed.

nIt continued to pile up.

nIt condensed into a solid body.

nThere were more than twenty of them!

nKlein only blew for a moment.

nThe amount of soul power he expended far exceeded the amount he needed to use a charm once.

nIf he wanted to calculate accurately, he could use Frost Ray seven or eight times!

nWith one blow, the number of Sand Soldiers increased to twenty-three.

nTheir entire bodies were condensed from yellow sand.

nThey were 1.8 meters tall.

nThey held two-meter-long yellow sand spears.

nThey had capes behind them.

nPerhaps because they were damaged, the Sand Soldiers’ facial features couldn’t be seen clearly, or their facial features were distorted.

nThe armor and spears on their bodies were also damaged.

nDamaged Sand Soldiers: Listen to the horn’s orders. Discipline is strict. Lasts for three minutes.

n“Form up,” Klein said lazily.

n“Kill the Werewolves.”

nWith a command, twenty to thirty Sand Soldiers lined up in two rows at the fastest speed.

nThey stood guard in front of Klein.

nThey faced the Werewolves’ assault head-on!

nWhen the Werewolves saw the Sand Soldiers, they were immediately intimidated.

nTo have such means, they were obviously no ordinary characters.

nHowever, since they had already charged, it was impossible for the Werewolves to retreat.

nTheir discipline was indeed rubbish, but with the Courage Roar effect, they could only advance, not retreat!

nEven if they died, they would still die by charging.

nThe Sand Soldiers and most of the Werewolves collided.

nThe spear condensed from yellow sand did not collapse upon contact.

nWhen the Werewolves’ weapons collided with the side of the spear, the sound of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.

nThe Sand Soldiers were silent.

nTheir movements were uniform.

nForward thrust!

nFrom throwing out the spear to retracting the spear, the speed was so fast that their eyes could not keep up.

nThe Werewolf did not have time to react. Blood spurted out from its chest and it fell straight to the ground.

nSome of the luckier Werewolves relied on their nimble speed to open up more. Just as they were about to engage in battle excitedly, the spear in the hands of the Sand Soldier turned into a scimitar!

nThe spear was not suitable for close combat, but the scimitar was.

nThe Werewolves were collectively dumbfounded!

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