Ketal knew there were other barbarians who were not from the White Snowfield. He knew it from the reaction of people filled with fear and apprehension. However, he had never actually seen one before.0

Initially, he hadn’t cared enough to be curious, but after constantly hearing about their notorious reputation, his interest had been piqued.1

Are they the same as the barbarians from the White Snowfield? Ketal wondered. He then looked at Geinalt. “I’ll stay in the back and keep watch for any unexpected situations. I’ll leave the fighting to you guys.”0

Geinalt nodded, then looked at Marcy. “Marcy, I need you to cast body enhancement magic on Barak. Barak, be ready to pierce their heads.”0

“Yes.”0

“Understood.”0

Marcy began chanting a spell while Barak pulled back his bowstring. Geinalt raised his shield.0

Ketal watched the scene unfold with delight. He hadn’t planned on fighting from the start. This was a proper mercenary party, and there was no way he would pass up the opportunity to watch their battle from the best seat in the house.0

“Begin battle,” Geinalt ordered.0

At that moment, Marcy muttered softly, “Body Enhancement.”0

With her whispered words, Barak’s body...0