"Hey boss, why don't druids wear metal armour but wield metal weapons?"

This time they were a lot more relaxed since she didn't come this time, it's surprising how much you can communicate without knowing each others names. I'm sure no one here knows who is who except a few whom are too talkative for their own good.

"It's like a paladins oath, we break it then we're broken."

It's not exactly accurate but it's as much as I can say with the [vow of secrets] on my neck. Even though I want to, breaking a vow is not exactly easy.

I plant my staff into the ground and raise my voice to be heard by all of them.

"We will rest here, we might have to fight a battle as fierce as yesterday!"

Though a bit demoralising they're still glad that she isn't here. She could probably waltz through the dungeon on her own with just a few spells but would kill us all in the process.

It's very unlikely that the dungeon had enough mana to build up something in just a day.

A few moments later.

Well I'll be dammed.

It's not big enough to be a actual forest but you could easily get lost here.

"Alright everyone, keep your guards up! This is an unusual situation so I want everyone to be as cautious as possible, especially you!"

I point my staff and they split like the red sea leaving only a magus to be blamed.

"Don't think I didn't notice you peaking into that book in the middle of the fight yesterday! Look, I get it, it's impossibly difficult to evolve your class into [Sage] but that doesn't mean you can just put yourself and everyone at risk! Just because Grand Sage Valmir managed to do it doesn't mean so can you. Understood?"

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He nodded looking down both ashamed and embarrassed for being called out like that.

"Good, now I need you all to stay on the look out for anything whilst I tap into the plants here."

I put my arms into a nearby Bush which I recognise as a popular ingredient to increase the shelf life of potions. Its branches wrap around my arms and my senses slowly disappeared until only there's the forest left. The roots of the plants are connected under the ground allowing me to get a good picture on what plants the dungeon cultivates.

A lot and I mean a LOT of potion ingredients, though they're all very common this proves that this dungeon is indeed intelligent. I noticed a suspicious clearing in the middle and a surprisingly hostile environment north, its like the plants themselves have killing intend there.

I was pulled out of my vision and immediately jumped up activating my staffs ability.

[Aura of regeneration]

This staff can turn any skill into a aura, it's also the reason why I was excuminated from the forest of eons.

"What's going on?"

"Boss, they surrounded us."

I noticed that the meele fighters adapted a circle formation in an attempt of protecting the ranged fighters. I jumped on a tree and easily climbed it giving me a birds eye perspective.

Hounds, but not those massive brutes from yesterday but smaller and sleeker ones. They are also fast I mean fast fast they could outrun horses. They are probably looking for a opening right now.

"Rangers climbe the trees! Wizards focus solely on crowd control! Fighters hold the line!"

My orders were followed shortly after being heard. Anyone with a ranged weapon climbed the two trees in the circle and from the branches of those two trees spread onto other trees.

Sparks of lightning danced through a icy mist as the mages spoke a joined chant. Usually in a battle that wouldn't work but if your opponents can't land a hit on the casters, that's a different story.

It's definitely overkill for a pack of dogs, they're just big and fast. Not even that big.

[by the roaring thunder and shrieking winds, fall to the raging tundra!]

Yep, definitely overkill. All the greens turned white as they froze and lightning jumped from place to place. White frozen clomps slowly dissolved into mana, probably whatevers left of those hounds. Arrows and bolts from the trees finished the stragglers.

However I noticed something, there in the raging tundra was a white wolf not a hound. Its keen eyes observed everything that just happened. It locked eye contact with me, I saw the keen intellect and collected nature behind it's eyes. A wind blew and the wolf dissappeared into the unwelcoming whiteness.

I feel like we just lost a trump card.