I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 88 Danube City

This cliff is a secluded spot carefully chosen by the kobolds.

A normal person would turn back when they reach the edge of a cliff and would not rashly go to an area that cannot be scouted in advance.

However, it seems that Cyrion and his companions have encountered someone abnormal.

Not only were the footsteps getting closer, but the voices could also be heard clearly.

"Are you sure this is the place? There's no road ahead!"

"What's all the noise about? The map isn't wrong... Hmm... Just go down this cliff."

"Jump off a cliff?"

"Get down!"

"Where would we find a ladder in this desolate wilderness?"

"Let's look for it."

"You make it sound so easy, why don't you go find someone yourself?"

"Can you two stop arguing? Let's look for it together."

"..."

There sounded like there were at least three people, ranging in age from their twenties to their early thirties, with slight accents.

Judging from their words, they not only wanted to come down from the cliff, but they also had a map in their hands.

Cyrion glanced at the rope ladder beside him and regretted not pulling it down earlier. Pulling it now would inevitably make noise and attract the attention of the people upstairs.

"What should we do?"

Gru lowered his voice, "Judging from the accent, they don't seem to be from Ironweave Town. Are they from the Association headquarters?"

"Possibly, hopefully they're the kind of person who follows the rules."

However, Cyrion was no novice adventurer; he understood that no hope was as reliable as the weapon in his hand.

"Prepare for battle. If they're friends, we'll greet them; if they're enemies..."

He gripped the hilt of the one-handed sword at his waist, his meaning clear.

Everyone nodded.

They first stuffed their luggage back into the cave to ensure they wouldn't be burdened in the event of a potential battle.

Lyle then nimbly stepped onto the tree branch, slipped into the canopy, and searched for a favorable shooting position.

Joffrey also vanished into the dense forest like a ghost, and could appear from anywhere whenever a fighter jet appeared.

Cyrion and Gru did not hide; they always left people behind to negotiate. They were tough and resilient, and could withstand the first wave of attacks even if conflicts arose.

Wilder stood at the cave entrance on the rock wall, tasked with guarding the luggage.

He used [Quick Friendship] ten times and [Magic Missile] twice today, almost exhausting his mana.

You can cast a spell at most once more.

He leaned against the rock wall, staff in hand, blocking the kobold's cave entrance, and gave a bitter smile.

Hopefully, the person who comes down is a friend.

……

"Look what I found!"

"A rope ladder? Great! I knew the map was right, it must have been left by the kobolds."

"No problem, they even smell of sulfur on them, that's it!"

"Go down."

"Go down."

"Why don't you move?"

"Who lets a mage lead the charge? Bird, you go first!"

"I'm truly impressed by you guys!"

"..."

These words came from the cliff, and Cyrion and the others heard them clearly.

They did indeed find the rope ladder and made their decision.

Cyrion and Gru exchanged a glance, nodded to each other, and each gripped their one-handed sword and long-handled battle axe.

Sometimes, encountering monsters is actually better than meeting adventurers in the border forest.

Monsters are inherently evil species with a natural aggression towards humans, and adventurers can hunt them without any burden.

If monsters were descending from above, Cyrion and his team's tactics would be completely different.

But adventurers are different.

They could be evil, they could be friendly, or most likely they could be indifferent.

But regardless of the type, it's difficult for someone to kill another person before they know them well.

This often causes one party to lose the initiative.

The reason for this is the influence of human morality; they do not want to kill innocent people, but are only willing to hunt their own kind for reasonable reasons.

This is where human dignity lies.

Unfortunately, there is a very special group in the human world.

They can kill their own kind with ease and without any mental preparation.

Interestingly, they are not without morals or a lack of respect for dignity; in fact, they can be quite polite and elegant on certain occasions.

Why is that?

Why are they so noble, yet so indifferent to life?

Because of underestimation.

Just like humans don't give way to ants, but will step on them without any remorse.

When faced with their own kind who were far too weak, they were as arrogant as if they were looking at an ant.

Just step on it.

This is their principle of conduct.

"There are two soldiers below!"

When the first man descending the ladder caught sight of Cyril and Gru, he casually called out to the cliff face.

He and Cyrion were about the same age, both in their early thirties, the prime of an adventurer's life.

But he was clearly dressed more lavishly.

The light gray inlaid leather armor has a smooth, glossy surface, silver studs, exquisite tailoring, and luxurious materials.

He carried a tall two-handed sword on his back, the blade with a faint silver matte finish, which looked like it was not made of ordinary metal.

Judging from his weapons, this man was also a soldier.

"Hello, my dear friends!"

After explaining the situation to his teammates, he casually greeted them.

Wilder frowned.

Although it wasn't very noticeable under the direct sunlight, the moment the warrior told his companions that there were people below, a [Shield Spell] was quickly cast from above the cliff and enveloped him.

His squad includes mages, and their casting speed is quite fast.

What's even more noteworthy is that he only said "There are people below," and the shield spell immediately followed—

Their teamwork was incredibly smooth.

By then, the soldier had already landed on the ground.

He looked at Cyril and Gru with a smile, as well as Wilde by the cave entrance.

If it weren't for that friendly smile, that look would resemble someone spying on the enemy.

"Hello friend."

Cyrion sheathed his one-handed sword and walked up to the warrior.

"Hello, please allow me to help my teammate get down that damn rope ladder," he said.

"Lightweight," Cyrion waved his hand.

So, the soldier used one corner of the rope ladder to help the others on the cliff climb down.

A warrior clad in chainmail and wielding a heavy battle axe, was a size larger than Cyrion.

A girl with a rather good figure, dressed in black tight-fitting leather armor, could be guessed to be a wandering knight from the arrow on her back and the waxy white longbow.

There was also a mage dressed in a dark blue robe and holding a short staff.

Wilder's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer.

The [Shield Spell] that was just cast must have been cast by him.

and……

He noticed that the mage's staff was shimmering slightly, as if it were slowly and continuously casting other spells.

"My name is Kant Blair."

The warrior introduced them, "These are warrior Bird Stephen, ranger Anna Tyrese, and mage Hogg Felin."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Kant extended his hand, smiling, and said, "We come from the Danube."