"Aaggs! Aaggs!!"
Amidst the loud howling, a lizardman in front of Garen abruptly collapsed to the ground, the huge red single eye on its face leaking bright red blood slightly, dripping onto the floor and emitting a strange rotting smell.
Garen pulled back his right hand, his face slightly pale.
In just over ten minutes, he had killed more than ten of these lizardmen consecutively, so even he had to be somewhat mentally exhausted.
Straightening up his body and leaning onto the wall at the side, he once more picked up his water bottle and poured it into his mouth, the last drop of water reluctantly dripping into his mouth, moistening his dry lips, and causing Garen’s heart to be impatient as well.