From the time Bingryong and the Wyverns were brought to life, their skill levels had risen significantly. Now, they didn’t have a hard time defeating the Lamias.
Weed's level would have risen beyond level 300 a long time ago, but because he had given life to many sculptures, he constantly lost levels. Although he hunted to death with Pale and the rest of his party, he was only able to get his level a little over 300. His levels were mainly gained through battles he fought in the Valley of Death.
Weed’s eyes shone.
‘It is finally time to aggressively conquer the Valley of Death!’
The Wyverns and Bingryong were fighting extremely well. Compared to dealing with the Ice Trolls, Lamias had relatively weak defense.
"We are the elegant Lamias."
“Try not to fall for our charm.”
“Venom of Eucla!”
“Shoot them with poison stingers!”
The Lamias opened fire and fought in turmoil.
The icy road allowed the Lamias with snake like bodies to move quickly by gliding across it.
Although they provided formidable resistance to ice attacks, they fell quickly to the Wyverns’ offense. Bingryong lifted itself off the ground with its big wings and used its claws to attack.
“My body is huge. But why are my legs so short!”
Venting his dissatisfaction, he continued to complain.
Compared to his enormous body, his feet were abnormally short. Because of this he hesitated to walk even during battles.
“There’s no law stating that great works of art must have convenience in action.”
Weed’s excuse was because there were problems with the nature of the ice.
In order to properly distribute the weight, short thick legs worked better than long legs. Thanks to Bingryong’s huge body only short thick legs could support him.
Nevertheless, Bingryong and the Wyverns cornered the terrified Lamias. Without the protection of the Ice Trolls, the Lamias downfall was inevitable.
A one-sided massacre!
Groups of mere level 200 Lamias came and died quickly.