Klein didn't try the Sand Soldier Horn.
That was because there were no enemies nearby.
He couldn't compare the strength of the Sand Soldiers.
Klein looked at the five directions of the catacomb.
Among them, there was the tomb of the Earth Dragon. The moment he lowered his head, he received a reminder that it was the tomb of the Earth Dragon. He needed to find a precise location to check.
[Continue digging down. There's only a pile of bones. Pick them up and boil some bone soup. It can also replenish calcium.]
[In the catacomb ahead, a group of Handrails are flying around aimlessly.]
[In the catacomb ahead, there's a Seven-Colored Fog floating. Absorbing it is beneficial to you. You have to be fast, or you'll be eaten by the Werewolf squad.]
[Dig to the left. There's nothing.]
[Dig to the right. There are good resources to gather. Be careful of the Werewolves that are lying in ambush.]
Out of the five catacombs, two of them had Werewolves.
Back in the previous catacomb, when Klein checked a certain location, there were Werewolves as well. However, they were transporting metal.
'Is this a war between the Werewolves and another side?'
Klein thought of the group of Gnomes he had encountered previously. It was possible that the two sides were fighting.
'I'll dig backwards. There's nothing good in the other four directions.'
The main reason was to experience the Seven-Colored Fog.
With nothing good in the other directions, it was also a pleasure to explore.
As Klein dug, he checked the information on the Werewolf.
...
Ability Check.
[Courage Roar: A roar can increase the courage of a companion. It is ineffective against oneself.]
...
'The danger level of a Werewolf should be related to a group.'
'Just like a kobold.'
'An individual's strength would definitely be higher than a kobold.'
'After all, it is tall.'
Klein didn't stop digging.
Huff, huff, huff.
A slightly curved passageway appeared.
It was about thirty meters long.
Before entering the catacomb, he checked again.
The hint didn't change.
This meant that the Werewolves hadn't touched the rainbow fog, or they hadn't finished eating.
Klein instructed and entered first.
The sixty-third catacomb!
"I'll use them to test out the abilities of the Sand Soldiers later."
The moment Klein entered, he was immediately attracted by the Werewolves not far away.
There were more than a dozen of them, and they were making a pyramid.
Each Werewolf was close to 1.8 to 2 meters tall.
The head of a wolf.
Its entire body was covered in green-gray fur.
Some parts were covered in armor, while the other party was standing to the side with all sorts of weapons.
"Discipline really doesn't work."
Klein observed for a moment and came to a conclusion.
It was also stupid enough!
The Werewolf wanted to catch the Seven-Colored Fog floating in the sky.
However, the Werewolves below were clever. The moment their companions stepped on them, they immediately retreated silently, pushing their companions down before climbing up.
Each and every one of them wanted to touch the Seven-Colored Fog!
Klein looked up at the Seven-Colored Fog.
It was like cotton candy.
It had seven colors.
It floated in the air, and when a gust of wind blew over, it only moved its position slightly.
It looked heavy and was firmly gathered together.
After Klein appeared, the Werewolves above him noticed him and began to howl and exchange words. It wasn't the underground common language, but the language of the Werewolves.
The Werewolves temporarily gave up on the human pyramid.
They landed on the ground one by one, picked up their weapons, and roared at Klein, as though warning him to leave.
Klein smiled faintly and advanced instead of retreating.
The distance between the two was more than thirty meters.
A Werewolf roared into the sky.
This time, the group seemed to have been injected with stimulants.
All the Werewolves began to roar.
They used their skills.
Everyone charged forward.
They had no discipline at all. They only cared about charging forward by themselves, and they didn't line up neatly. They didn't display the potential of a team at all.
More than a dozen tall Werewolves charged forward with their aura. Their momentum was menacing, and their formation was indeed frightening!
"Are they outnumbered?"
An ancient-looking horn appeared in Klein's hand.
He could use the Werewolf army to test the Sand Soldiers!
Sand Soldier Horn!
Although the item was damaged, it could be used.
Klein expended his soul power to blow it.
The sound of the horn reverberated in the catacombs.
The Werewolves that had been charging and roaring subconsciously slowed down after being shaken by the sound.
Hum, hum, hum, hum--
The entire catacomb was trembling slightly.
Whoosh!
The sand around Klein squirmed.
It continued to pile up.
It condensed into a solid body.
There were more than twenty of them!
Klein only blew for a moment.
The amount of soul power he expended far exceeded the amount he needed to use a charm once.
If he wanted to calculate accurately, he could use Frost Ray seven or eight times!
With one blow, the number of Sand Soldiers increased to twenty-three.
Their entire bodies were condensed from yellow sand.
They were 1.8 meters tall.
They held two-meter-long yellow sand spears.
They had capes behind them.
Perhaps because they were damaged, the Sand Soldiers' facial features couldn't be seen clearly, or their facial features were distorted.
The armor and spears on their bodies were also damaged.
[Damaged Sand Soldiers: Listen to the horn's orders. Discipline is strict. Lasts for three minutes.]
"Form up," Klein said lazily.
"Kill the Werewolves."
With a command, twenty to thirty Sand Soldiers lined up in two rows at the fastest speed.
They stood guard in front of Klein.
They faced the Werewolves' assault head-on!
When the Werewolves saw the Sand Soldiers, they were immediately intimidated.
To have such means, they were obviously no ordinary characters.
However, since they had already charged, it was impossible for the Werewolves to retreat.
Their discipline was indeed rubbish, but with the Courage Roar effect, they could only advance, not retreat!
Even if they died, they would still die by charging.
The Sand Soldiers and most of the Werewolves collided.
The spear condensed from yellow sand did not collapse upon contact.
When the Werewolves' weapons collided with the side of the spear, the sound of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.
The Sand Soldiers were silent.
Their movements were uniform.
Forward thrust!
From throwing out the spear to retracting the spear, the speed was so fast that their eyes could not keep up.
The Werewolf did not have time to react. Blood spurted out from its chest and it fell straight to the ground.
Some of the luckier Werewolves relied on their nimble speed to open up more. Just as they were about to engage in battle excitedly, the spear in the hands of the Sand Soldier turned into a scimitar!
The spear was not suitable for close combat, but the scimitar was.
The Werewolves were collectively dumbfounded!