The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 35 Reporting the News

Undeterred, Tenor opened his gaping maw and bit down on the spiked helmet of the Chaos Warrior, using his powerful bite to hold it firmly in place.

Even with its head caught in its jaws, the Chaos Warrior remained calm, pressing its entire body weight down to hold the lizardman's jaws firmly, preventing it from shaking its head or tearing at it.

If he struggled haphazardly, it would only benefit Tenor, but his reaction left Tenor in a dilemma.

He noticed the Chaos Warrior's hand moving, and instinctively used his shield to press down on the freak's right hand. He dropped his war club and used his claws to press down on the left side of the Chaos Warrior's body, preventing his opponent from drawing his secondary weapon.

After the counterattack was thwarted by Tenor, the Chaos Warriors could only hope for help from their companions, but the dwarves and raiders were locked in fierce combat.

No warrior attempted to disturb this sacred "championship duel".

Tenor's claws dug into the nail seam, widening the seam at the joint and severing the tendons of the Chaos Warrior's left arm.

After completely crippling the Chaos Warrior's left arm, Tenor used his shield to knock away the dagger the enemy was struggling to pull out with his right hand. He then began to strike the Chaos Warrior's jaw with the side of his shield and kept trying to twist his body, using his bite force to tear open the enemy's head.

The Chaos Warrior had a chance to fight back. If he could break free from Tenor and regain his balance, he could pick up his weapon and easily win in a head-on battle.

However, he was "ambushed" and lost his balance from the start. When a warrior is unable to maneuver and is forced into a tug-of-war, the space for skill and will is compressed to the extreme.

Like his contemporaries who had fought against Thoreau.

They could cut down multiple lizardman recruits in a one-on-one fight, but once they were tackled, all their skills and fury became past glories, and they were forcibly dragged into the lizardmen's pre-set "trap".

The Chaos Warrior was forced to fight for his life in Tenor's strongest domain. His right hand was pinned down, his left hand was crippled, he was unable to remove his secondary weapon, and his head was bitten.

He couldn't use his wrestling skills to break through Tenor's defenses anymore, because all chances of resistance had been lost, and all that remained was a bloody contest of strength and will.

The warrior struggled violently, and the spikes on his helmet pierced Tenor's mouth.

However, it's not easy to get the lizardman to let go. Unless he lets go voluntarily, you have to bite something down to stop him.

Blood and pain spurred the lizardmen, causing their terrifying bites to intensify. The more pain they felt, the tighter their grip became. Tenor simply awakened his primal will, proceeding with the contest at a cold, indifferent pace.

The Lizardman's bite is a continuous pressure; the helmet first emits a tooth-grinding metallic groan, then begins to cave inward, and finally, the pressure is transmitted to the skull.

If it weren't an evil warrior handpicked by the devil, it would be howling in despair at this moment.

Because he felt the armor being slowly gnawed into his skull by the lizardmen.

The excruciating pain in his left arm, the persistent feeling of suffocation, and the continuous blood loss gradually weakened the Chaos Warrior's resistance.

When the evil god warrior's resistance ceased, and when Tenor realized his opponent was dead, he continued his ruthless biting and striking. This continued until the dwarf finished off his opponent and came running over in a clamor.

Tenor seemed to snap back to reality. He didn't know whose blood was in his mouth. He tore off half of the Chaos Warrior's head, which was a mixture of chaos warrior and metal, and spat it out with disgust.

Then a surge of joy welled up inside him—he had killed a veteran warrior without the aid of magic, relying solely on brute force and instinct.

If you were to encounter such a warrior unexpectedly on any battlefield, he could easily cut down three Tenor, but due to a mistake in making the first move, he was bitten to death by him.

He vaguely remembered the landlord Gaius's face. In less than half a month, he had transformed from an exile coerced by the mafia into a powerful monster.

Mission: Eliminate the raiders in Contopoli Village

Difficulty: Medium

[Reward: Swift Pendant]

Status: Completed

Instead of reverting to human form, Tenor used the regenerative power he gained during his transformation to heal his wounds. Otherwise, if he reverted to human form, he would lose his ability to move—the wound on his back is nothing to lizardmen, but it would be fatal to humans.

With the taste of blood filling his mouth, he suppressed his bloodlust, nodded to the dwarf, continued to lead the way, and secretly materialized the pendant around his neck.

The 'Swift Pendant' is made from animal bones strung with runes on a certain animal sinew. When activated, it makes the wearer's next attack even more swift—allowing Tenor to unleash twice the frequency of his attacks.

Unlike power belts, it has a very short charging time, requiring only one minute.

In Tenor's view, this was just the effect that ordinary magic could achieve, nothing special.

But it has great strategic significance—think about it, an enemy who originally relied on speed to fight was suddenly overwhelmed by his extraordinary speed.

In his usual form, the agile creatures like elves could easily outmaneuver him; speed has always been his weakness.

The pendant gave him a trump card for a desperate counterattack. The high frequency speed was already extremely fast, and after doubling, it would normally be impossible to dodge.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. On the riverbank directly opposite the city, Tenor ignored Gotley's protests and led the dwarves back.

The wound had scabbed over, and he had just finished his transformation.

They had no desire for pleasure; they were eager to see the governor, partly to report on military affairs and partly to claim Anthony's bounty.

But they were stopped in front of the Governor's Mansion.

"What? Is your leader drunk and sent you two to ask the governor for money for his drinks? Get out of here, don't obstruct official business." The guards at the gate shouted as they saw two men who looked like mercenaries approaching.

"We have urgent military intelligence to report to His Excellency the Governor. If you are willing to relay it, we would be happy to save you the trouble," Tenor replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, immediately passing the buck back to the guards.

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper narrowed his eyes, his tone still impatient, but his joking manner changed, becoming slightly serious:

"Quite the boast. Urgent military situation? Which direction? Which unit? And which legion commander's mercenary team are you under? State your name."

Gotley's patience had run out. He took a step forward, his crown only reaching the guard's chest, but he looked menacing.

"I am the Troll Butcher!" His voice wasn't loud, and his single eye rolled upwards, staring at the guard's face. "Is that title enough to make you move your legs? Or do you want me to count the notches on my axe for you, one by one?"

The soldiers stared at the dwarfs menacingly, ready to pounce. They were no pushovers; the governor's personal guards were all seasoned professionals.

What's wrong with killing a troll? They're not green recruits!

Tenor wasn't as reckless as the dwarves, and his conflict with the government troops was completely unnecessary. "No legion hired us, but we encountered a large group of beastmen in the southern forests of Lagetia. If you go to the vicinity of Pusala village now, you can still find traces of the battle."

There were thousands upon thousands of them; if we hadn't run fast, we would all have perished there.

The guards' contemptuous attitude vanished instantly, because fabricating such an easily exposed lie was extremely risky, so it was probably true.

They exchanged glances, their tone wary. The lead guard said to one of the soldiers, "Go, wake the lieutenant and tell him there are two men here who claim to have spotted a large group of beastmen in the southern woods. Let him decide."

Then, he dangerously informed Tenor and his companion, "You two, hand over your weapons and wait over there."

"You can come and get it." Gottlieb's one eye narrowed, his voice carrying a hint of danger. "I'll be waiting here."

Tenor also looked displeased. "If you want to find someone to hold accountable, the two of us are in the city. You can come and arrest us anytime. As for handing over your weapons?"

My companion has a bad temper, and so do I.