He carried the ice coffin back to the camp.
It was a river of blood and the air was filled with the smell of iron.
Nason Jo and Taylor had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Caught?"
Nason jumped down from the high ground and looked carefully at the person in the ice coffin on Andrew's shoulder. "Is this your goal this time?"
Andrew nodded without saying anything.
"It's too simple."
Jo looked down at the corpse on the ground and said, "They didn't fight back. No, they fought back desperately, but it was meaningless."
"The difficulty of this commission was too easy for level 9. It was not even enough to be level 4."
Taylor's sword was cracking. She hurriedly pressed her trembling hand, but she couldn't stop it.
"This is not a commission at all. It's a slaughter."
It was a brief and to-the-point sentence, which spoke out to everyone's heart.
However, Andrew said, "We've completed our commission. Let's go."
Then he carried the ice coffin and flew into the air.