115 Drakes. (1/2)

From the corner of his eyes, Ozul noticed something that others could not do. The vines and bushes that they had cut to form the path here were moving again!

Not only that, but the parts that were cut off started regenerating. Under a few moments, the path they had created was filled with the bushes, vines, and plants again.

When all the other mercenaries were still engrossed in the surrounding greenery, Ozul felt something rushing towards them.

”A rank 6 beast? No... two rank 6 beasts.” Ozul focused and noticed that there were two rank 6 running in their direction.

Just as he was thinking as such, Clive suddenly shouted, ”Get ready! Something is coming our way!”

It was apparent that he had also sensed something coming their way. It was just that he didn't know what.

The mercenaries braced themselves for whatever was coming their way. A few seconds later, two rank 6 beasts stood before the convoy.

The beasts looked like some wolf, but it had enormous jaws with all their teeth sticking out as saliva dripped from them. Instead of fur like wolves, some sorts of scales that looked like rocks covered their entire body, even their lizard-like tails.

Amidst all their unique physical traits, the two which stood out the most were their horns and their eyes. Their eyes glowed yellow with vertical slits in them.

”Drakes...” Raven unconsciously muttered when she realized what stood before them. Count Oliver had given her many books, and most of them were studies on magical beasts. So Raven instantly recognized the creatures before her.

”What are drakes?” Blaze asked on her side when he heard her words.

”A drake is-” Raven was about to explain Blaze about drakes, but she was cut off because of the noise caused by the commotion.

Despite their low voice, the mercenaries had heard them because of the silence that had been caused by the sudden arrival of these two creatures.

”No way! These are drakes?”

”But weren't they like, extinct or something?”

”They are? What is so special about them?” A muscular man asked with his head tilted to the side. He was just a rank 7 Fighter.

”Huh?! You idiot! Haven't you read that the drakes are rumored to have the bloodline of dragons!?” His leader shouted at him, annoyed that he had to describe even this common knowledge to the muscle head.

”But, boss! Dragons are just a myth! My parents used to tell me that!” The burly man replied in his defense.

”And your parents are dead now! Aren't they?!” His leader spat cruelly.

The burly man instantly shut up and did not utter a word after that.

Hearing his shout caused the mercenaries to remember the situation they were in. The number of people who could deal with monsters at this level could be counted on one hand in this group!

Even a stray spell or attack from the beast could cause them to lose their lives!

”Good. Now step back and get into the formation.” Clive shouted the orders when he noticed that the mercenaries understood their situation—seemingly satisfied with their behavior.

All the men and women took their positions according to the formation that they had discussed before. They set this formation in a way that it would be almost impossible for anyone under rank 6 to be able to attack Clara.

Though only under rank 6 because the rank-6 mages were not included in the formation. Since their magical spells caused great destruction, and it would be dangerous for them to fight anywhere near Clara.

All it took was a few seconds before everyone was ready to deal with the two drakes.

The only thing that the rank-6 mages and above found strange was that it had been a couple of minutes, and the drakes were only looking at them eagerly. They did not attack at all!

Clive and the other two rank-7 mages immediately noticed that the drakes seemed to have doubts now.