The Frost Insect in front of them let out a painful screech as its wriggling body crushed the corpse of the polar bear, causing its innards to burst and scatter flesh and blood everywhere.
Seeing the bloody scene gave Bartlett a sense of relief.
He didn't know how the dwarf Merrill had managed to silently leap onto the head of the Frost Insect, but he had done it. Although there was a slight mishap, and he was almost discovered by the Frost Insect, it was only thanks to Bartlett's prompt shout that had allowed him to cover for him. Nevertheless, Merrill's subsequent actions were swift, as if in the blink of an eye, he had gone from the ground to the top of the Frost Insect's head and stabbed his dagger in.
With this, the fleshy growth on the Frost Insect's head that could emit tremors should be unusable, thought Bartlett.
