Noon approached quickly. At the moment, Ragnar could be seen handling a much larger group of mutated monkeys by himself. Not far away, Noah was attending to the ghastly wounds on Milan's shoulder.
Milan let out muffled pained cries as he bit the handle of his sword to keep from crying out loudly and drawing nearby mutated beasts.
|| You've slayed X1 mutated monkey, +56 XP ||
Ragnar drove his sharp claws into the heart of a mutated monkey lunging at him.
This particular group of mutated monkeys was several times stronger than the ones they fought yesterday. They were about five feet tall instead of three, their claws were noticeably longer and their fangs sharper.
Their movement speed far exceeded that of the group from yesterday.
Fortunately, they were still at a level that wasn't too troublesome for Ragnar.
Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Milan, who was bleeding profusely in the back and struggling to stay steady.
