“Awesome!”
Zephyr was admiring Weed’s fight against the boss of Basra, who was throwing multiple dark spells at him.
“Pierce my enemy, Dark Arrows!”
Numerous arrows made of pure darkness shot from behind Archduke aiming at Weed. The spell was cast almost instantly, but Weed still managed to dodge all the arrows.
He was able to do that because he had already accounted for a possibility that something like this would happen. So the moment boss began to cast his spell Weed had determined its type and area of effect and started to evade it. Zephyr was completely astonished by that feat.
“Sculpting Blade!”
Weed swung his sword to deflect a few arrows he couldn’t dodge and dashed towards Basra’s boss.
“Blink!”
Basra’s Archduke instantly teleported a few steps back, however on his chest a bleeding long cut was clearly visible.
Weed’s Sculpting Blade technique was completely ignoring any armor!
For necromancers, who didn’t have any armor and had low health, strikes like that were especially dangerous! If only the boss was a leech, he’d have almost infinite vitality like Lord Tori. But there were few monsters like that in the game, and usually players were trying to avoid them.
“Fools!”
After gaining some distance from Weed, the boss got a few moments to observe the situation and came to a conclusion that it wasn’t favorable for him.
“It’s useless to fight me!” – he shouted in rage – “I made a contract with the god of death! Do you want to know why those British bastards weren’t able to defeat me? I’ll show you! The Immortal Power! Arise my soldiers!”
The ground under their feet started to tremble and skeletons started to appear from it! Multiple black, red and white skeletons!
Archduke of Basra, as a true necromancer, used his main trump card, and summoned mage, warrior and archer skeletons to his aid. His voice got filled with triumph:
“Most of the Basra’s warriors were buried here! This place was a burial ground for many generations, and since I was a child I used to come here to practice necromancy. Now this will become your burial ground as well! Ahahahaha!”
“Sculpting Blade!”
Weed’s movements were significantly slowed now that he had to fight through hordes of summoned skeletons. Those monsters weren’t that dangerous by themselves, but they’ll make avoiding boss’s attacks much harder, and that was what worried Weed the most. Every magic attack of the Archduke could lower Weed’s health by third, if not by half.
“Die, human!”
One of the skeletons hit Weed from behind with his rusty sword. The hit was accurate, but there was almost no damage because Weed had carefully polished his armor before the fight started.
But attacks continued.
About level 220…
Weed started to think.
Thanks to his vast experience of fighting monsters he was able to precisely determine the level of the enemy by one received hit.
Level 220 monsters won’t be that dangerous…
But the problem was that the boss was able to summon skeletons indefinitely, and they were greatly hindering Weed’s movements, while blessings would hold for just 20 minutes.
And once their duration is over, the fight will become a whole lot harder. In other words, he didn’t have any time to spare.
“I’ve got to get rid of the undead… Yeah, I know the way! Fight fire with fire!”
All this time Weed was wearing the helmet of the Death knight that he got in Lavias.
“Summon skeletons!”
The helmet allowed Weed to summon undead of level 50. The exact amount and degree of obedience depended on the Leadership attribute of the summoner.
Even more skeletons rose from the ground. More than 200 of them, and all of them kneeled, expecting their master’s order.
“Fight! Against those who threaten me!”
Two skeleton crowds started to fight each other. In this fight it was hardly possible to distinguish friend from foe.
“Servants of the god of death, I order you with power, given to me: submit to my will!” – shouted the Archduke.
“You’re not the one who summoned us.” – came the answer from the direction of the battle.
“You, idiots…”
Skeletons, summoned by Weed were a lot weaker than those of the necromancer. They were dying quickly and did no damage to the enemy, but they still managed to divert enemies’ attention to let Weed escape the skeletons’ ranks.
“Triple strike! Backstab!”
Weed started to assault the boss sparing no mana. Archduke was able to use blinks to evade Weed’s attacks, but his advantage was already lost. Hwaryeong, Zephyr and Van finished the knights who had finally woken up and hurried to help Weed.
Now the entire party was chasing the fleeing boss, and a couple minutes later he succumbed to the furious onslaught of his opponents and died.
Ding!
“Awesome!”
Zephyr was admiring Weed’s fight against the boss of Basra, who was throwing multiple dark spells at him.
“Pierce my enemy, Dark Arrows!”
Numerous arrows made of pure darkness shot from behind Archduke aiming at Weed. The spell was cast almost instantly, but Weed still managed to dodge all the arrows.
He was able to do that because he had already accounted for a possibility that something like this would happen. So the moment boss began to cast his spell Weed had determined its type and area of effect and started to evade it. Zephyr was completely astonished by that feat.
“Sculpting Blade!”
Weed swung his sword to deflect a few arrows he couldn’t dodge and dashed towards Basra’s boss.
“Blink!”
Basra’s Archduke instantly teleported a few steps back, however on his chest a bleeding long cut was clearly visible.
Weed’s Sculpting Blade technique was completely ignoring any armor!
For necromancers, who didn’t have any armor and had low health, strikes like that were especially dangerous! If only the boss was a leech, he’d have almost infinite vitality like Lord Tori. But there were few monsters like that in the game, and usually players were trying to avoid them.
“Fools!”
After gaining some distance from Weed, the boss got a few moments to observe the situation and came to a conclusion that it wasn’t favorable for him.
“It’s useless to fight me!” – he shouted in rage – “I made a contract with the god of death! Do you want to know why those British bastards weren’t able to defeat me? I’ll show you! The Immortal Power! Arise my soldiers!”
The ground under their feet started to tremble and skeletons started to appear from it! Multiple black, red and white skeletons!
Archduke of Basra, as a true necromancer, used his main trump card, and summoned mage, warrior and archer skeletons to his aid. His voice got filled with triumph:
“Most of the Basra’s warriors were buried here! This place was a burial ground for many generations, and since I was a child I used to come here to practice necromancy. Now this will become your burial ground as well! Ahahahaha!”
“Sculpting Blade!”
Weed’s movements were significantly slowed now that he had to fight through hordes of summoned skeletons. Those monsters weren’t that dangerous by themselves, but they’ll make avoiding boss’s attacks much harder, and that was what worried Weed the most. Every magic attack of the Archduke could lower Weed’s health by third, if not by half.
“Die, human!”
One of the skeletons hit Weed from behind with his rusty sword. The hit was accurate, but there was almost no damage because Weed had carefully polished his armor before the fight started.
But attacks continued.
About level 220…
Weed started to think.
Thanks to his vast experience of fighting monsters he was able to precisely determine the level of the enemy by one received hit.
Level 220 monsters won’t be that dangerous…
But the problem was that the boss was able to summon skeletons indefinitely, and they were greatly hindering Weed’s movements, while blessings would hold for just 20 minutes.
And once their duration is over, the fight will become a whole lot harder. In other words, he didn’t have any time to spare.
“I’ve got to get rid of the undead… Yeah, I know the way! Fight fire with fire!”
All this time Weed was wearing the helmet of the Death knight that he got in Lavias.
“Summon skeletons!”
The helmet allowed Weed to summon undead of level 50. The exact amount and degree of obedience depended on the Leadership attribute of the summoner.
Even more skeletons rose from the ground. More than 200 of them, and all of them kneeled, expecting their master’s order.
“Fight! Against those who threaten me!”
Two skeleton crowds started to fight each other. In this fight it was hardly possible to distinguish friend from foe.
“Servants of the god of death, I order you with power, given to me: submit to my will!” – shouted the Archduke.
“You’re not the one who summoned us.” – came the answer from the direction of the battle.
“You, idiots…”
Skeletons, summoned by Weed were a lot weaker than those of the necromancer. They were dying quickly and did no damage to the enemy, but they still managed to divert enemies’ attention to let Weed escape the skeletons’ ranks.
“Triple strike! Backstab!”
Weed started to assault the boss sparing no mana. Archduke was able to use blinks to evade Weed’s attacks, but his advantage was already lost. Hwaryeong, Zephyr and Van finished the knights who had finally woken up and hurried to help Weed.
Now the entire party was chasing the fleeing boss, and a couple minutes later he succumbed to the furious onslaught of his opponents and died.
Ding!
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