Skill Extraction: Exploring Dungeons-Chapter 750 - 659: Dragon Squad

Among the dense jungle.

The vegetation, densely packed together, is rooted in this land.

The scorching sun is high in the sky, marking the time as midday.

The intense light emitted by the sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, illuminating the forest floor.

This adds a hint of necessary warmth to the otherwise cold forest.

Not far from the forest, there is a treehouse built among the trees using various vines and branches.

These treehouses vary in height and size, forming a village in the trees.

One can see humanoid residents around the village, with some wearing leather garments patrolling the vicinity.

These residents are not human but an alien race.

They have human-like appearances but are more elongated in build, with limbs longer than those of humans.

The proportion of their limbs appears somewhat strange.

Their exposed skin has green and brown spots, and their human-like faces sport a pair of massive eyes.

Compared to ordinary humans, these eyes are at least twice as large, very moist and flashing.

They call themselves the Gua Race, a race residing in the dense forest.

They feed on wild fruits and beasts, as well as flying insects within the forest.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle cuts through the air, entering everyone’s ears.

The village immediately becomes agitated, with the civilians frantically running through the trees to return to their treehouses, shutting doors and windows tight.

The leather-clad soldiers hurriedly position themselves outside the village, hiding among the branches and dense foliage of the large trees.

Their weapons are short bows and poisoned blow darts, with only a select few using slender daggers and sword blades.

They crouch among the forest floor’s fallen leaves, holding their breath and staying motionless, like seasoned hunters.

Suddenly, from the dense canopy not far off, several figures burst forth, swiftly leaping among the branches. Their elongated limbs grant them extraordinary agility.

From time to time, they hang upside down from branches, shooting poisoned arrows at the enemies pursuing them from behind.

The enemies chasing them create even more commotion, with the sound of many breaking branches audible.

Soon after, a dark shadow charges through the leaves behind them, quickly heading into the air.

A fleeing Gua tribe member fails to dodge in time and is pierced through the chest by elongated claws.

The sharp claws protrude from the center of his chest, crimson blood dripping down.

Attacking him is indeed a beast-like Cannibal Ghost.

Soon, more Cannibal Ghosts emerge from the forest behind, rushing toward the village ahead.

The Gua Race outside the village immediately organizes a defense, launching arrows and poisoned darts at the Cannibal Ghosts.

The capabilities of these Gua Race warriors are mostly at the bronze level, making their attacks relatively weak, only able to inflict minor injuries on the Cannibal Ghost soldiers.

Fortunately, their number is substantial, which might prolong their resistance or, at least, feed more Cannibal Ghosts.

Although these Cannibal Ghosts number fewer than 100, each is a silver elite.

They appear to be agility-type professions, and though not as nimble as the Gua Race, they move swiftly among the trees.

If the Gua Race intends to kite using their agile physique and surrounding environment, it’s clearly a miscalculation.

These Cannibal Ghosts came prepared.

They charged at the Gua Race directly, ignoring the attacks.

The vast disparity in strength leaves the Gua Race with no power to resist, and within moments, more than a dozen fall, their bodies dropping among the trees.

Crimson blood mingles with the soil and leaves, flowing into the earth.

Although fear grips the remaining Gua Race, they must persist in battle for the sake of their families in the village behind them.

The Cannibal Ghosts roar ferociously, attacking the enemy again in madness.

Some, unable to wait, tear apart the corpses on the ground, chewing them voraciously.

The hunger in their roars is piercing.

They are desperately hungry.

The battlefield descends into chaos, but it’s clear Team 1 is completely outmatched and will soon be annihilated.

At this moment, a silver figure rushes in from behind with incredible speed, piercing the chest of a Cannibal Ghost.

The scream of the Cannibal Ghost captain draws the attention of the rampaging Cannibal Ghost soldiers in the front.

Turning their heads to see the situation behind, a flicker of fear crosses their minds, but they forcefully charge at the suddenly appearing foes.

The silver figure flying in is a dragonman, resembling an upright lizard, yet also like a giant dragon.

He pulls his bloodstained claw from the Cannibal Ghost captain’s chest, then hurls the body at the enemy.

With sheer force, he crushes the beast-like Cannibal Ghost catching the corpse, sending it flying.

One Cannibal Ghost, facing the dragonman, says in a hoarse voice: "You again, damn creature, why do you always hinder us."

"You’re too ugly. Such a race doesn’t deserve to live in this world. As long as even one of your kind remains, we will hunt you down." The dragonman, Horchoros, laughs heartily.

Behind him, more figures rapidly advance.

Some are his teammates, yet another small team consists of Funa’s group.

The two squads are operating jointly because they detected from the real-time map that this Cannibal Ghost unit had a significant number of soldiers.

One squad couldn’t handle it alone, so for caution, Horchoros called upon Funa’s team, who weren’t far off.

Watching his teammates arrive, Holehorse couldn’t be bothered to waste words with these Cannibal Ghosts, after all, they were going to die anyway, so saying more was a waste of time.

His body transformed into a silver stream of light, rushing towards the humanoid Cannibal Ghost he had just been speaking to at an extremely fast speed.

The ones capable of conversing with him had to be a captain-level Cannibal Ghost.

Sharp hands curved into claws, swung down, and the enemy raised a shield instantly, trying to defend, but both shield and hand were sliced off entirely.

Taking advantage of the enemy’s screams, the other clawed hand pierced straight through the chest.

A Cannibal Ghost attempting to ambush him was blown away by a Fireball.

Holehorse turned his head to his teammate and gave a thumbs-up, saying, "Thanks."

The teammate holding the Magic Staff couldn’t help but say, looking at the enemy’s blood on his hands, "Why do you always have to pierce through people’s chests? Can’t you be less gruesome?"

"Haha." Holehorse laughed perfunctorily, then transformed into a silver stream of light once more.

The clawed hand pierced through another Cannibal Ghost’s chest.

Watching this scene, the Mage in their team shook his head helplessly.

Although the number of Cannibal Ghosts wasn’t small, the nine members of the Funa team, including Holehorse, were at the bottleneck and peak stages.

Having immense power suppression, plus the constant harassment from those Ones at the back of the enemy,

these Cannibal Ghosts were beaten back steadily, some in fear started running towards the forest, abandoning their comrades.

With the cost of minor injuries, the remaining Cannibal Ghosts were completely wiped out.

As for the few who ran away, it didn’t matter anymore.

The injured Explorers started collecting useful Equipment from the enemies.

The rest quickly recovered with the help of Finaris and another Healer.

After recovering, the group gathered, without much exchange with those Ones, they even couldn’t be bothered to deal with the corpses, returning the way they came.

The remaining Ones watched Holehorse and his group leave.

Under the sunlight, the Lamp Marks on their bodies reflected beautiful metallic luster.

"Are they the Warriors of the Lantern?"

"Probably, I saw people like them in Chimir Village before."

"Back then, they too wiped out these ugly monsters and saved the people there."

"Ah, they’re really a formidable bunch."

"Alright, enough talk, quickly clean up these corpses."

"These ugly Races have started hunting again, we need to inform the City Lord to send more soldiers for support, or next time we won’t be so lucky waiting for someone to save us."

"Yes! Captain."

This place wasn’t the border between the Lantern Territory and Ogre Territory, but rather the surrounding areas of Ogre territory, other power territories.

And this vast forest was the territory of the Ones, their population was many, and the land they occupied was forest area.

After ten days of tug-of-war, the Cannibal Ghosts found they couldn’t do anything against Lantern Territory.

Instead, they kept losing their troops, so they simply stayed firmly at their borders, ignoring the killing spree at Lantern Territory.

The Deadman Ghosts sticking to their defenses made the Explorers’ gains plummet instantly, so they had to start using real-time maps to obstruct those small Cannibal Ghost squads trying to harass surrounding power territories for food.

This not only allowed them to reap benefits but also raised the Lantern Territory’s reputation around and incidentally struck the Cannibal Ghost’s forces.

On the return trip, Holehorse looked at the two Silver Magic Stones in his hand, smiling.

The teammate behind, looking at the Magic Stones in his hand, laughed and said, "Captain, you only got two, didn’t you kill so many? I got three myself."

Hearing the words of his teammate behind, Holehorse’s smile instantly disappeared.

In the end, he quickened his pace, swiftly hurrying back.

He was just a bit unlucky this time.

The teammates behind laughed heartily, quickly following up.

After returning to the border camp, they each distributed the spoils of the two squads and headed directly into the Guild Hall.

After entering the Guild Hall, the squad disbanded immediately.

Holehorse walked heavily to the bar counter and said to Burton, "A cup of Dragon’s Fury."

Burton nodded, and after a while, took out a cup with burning scarlet flames, handing it to Holehorse.

The Dragonman took it and drank a sip, letting out a refreshing sound.

At this moment, a little boy came by carrying a tall stack of magazines.

Seeing this little boy, the Dragonman laughed and said, "Little Gemu, why are you alone, where’s your gang of four brats?"

"What gang of four brats, it’s the strong Explorer team, Uncle Dragonman is really annoying, hmph." Little Gemu turned his head and said loudly, then quickly walked away with the magazines.

You could hear the hearty laughter from behind the Dragonman.

The so-called gang of four brats is a team formed of four children from the Guild.

They always referred to themselves as the strong Explorer team, and then were teasingly called the gang of four brats by the members of the Guild.

This made them quite angry, vowing to teach those people a lesson when they grow up.

"Ah? Wasn’t the magazine he just carried the latest issue of World Ring?" The Dragonman suddenly asked.

Burton was wiping the cup, nodded upon hearing the Dragonman’s question.

"I heard it was issued yesterday, Kane had little Gemu and little Crocodile buy a batch outside and bring them in."

Hearing Burton’s words, the Dragonman stood up and walked towards the front desk, he was very interested in the new World Ring magazine.

After all, this was the first issue since the opening of World Ring.

When he arrived at the front desk, he happened to see Kane also came, picking up a magazine.