"Ah!"
Suddenly, a lava hound, the size of a calf, burst out from one side of the caravan, engulfed in flames. It brutally knocked down a coachman who was driving a wagon, biting off the coachman's head in one gulp and chewing voraciously.
The coachman's body was rapidly blackened by some kind of fiery poison.
"It's a lava hound!!"
"This is bad!"
"Ding ding!"
Several archers from the Cornice Mercenary Group promptly shot several arrows at the lava hound.
But the sharp arrows, upon hitting the flaming skin of the lava hound, bounced off as if against some natural rubber, leaving no mark whatsoever.
The archers' attack only succeeded in attracting the lava hound's attention!
It immediately abandoned the headless coachman's body and, with a flash of red light and a wave of heat, charged swiftly towards an archer standing on a wagon shooting at it.
"(In Akadian) Ice Crystal Thrust!"
