Tal didn't even dare to think too much.
If it were Xia Nan, with the experience he had accumulated over the years, he could barely judge his combat level.
But if the subject were this barbarian called "Frogon," Tal felt that his scale for assessing strength was completely obsolete at this moment.
He simply wasn't someone of the level he could come into contact with.
In fact, days ago when he followed Xia Nan back to the camp and saw this barbarian, he had already regretted his request to follow them to Bloodforge Castle.
Fortunately, over the past few days, neither Xia Nan nor Frogon had made things difficult for him, allowing him to endure under immense pressure until now.
Now, they were finally about to reach their destination, and Tal couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp, Xia Nan was unaware of the psychological activities of the stout ranger.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care much.
