Finally he managed to free his sword, close in on one of Huntresses and landed a strike.
Critical Hit!
From this moment Weed no longer distanced himself from the Huntresses. Whips were only dangerous at a distance, and if he stayed close, they were quite useless.
Agatha sword on his right hand and Zahab’s knife on his left, were constantly attacking the Huntresses. However, the level of his opponents was so high that they were dying only after a serial of accurate hits.
However, Weed did not despair. To survive and find the weak spot of the enemy that was his method of fighting! If an ordinary player of Weed’s level met with such a strong monster, they would most likely die, because only those with vast experiences and a perfect body control like Weed, helped not to get trapped by the Huntresses’ whips.
At this point, Death Knight defeated his opponent.
“Ugh! Good, you were able defeat her. Nice job, Van Hawk!”
“No, master. I like fighting,” Death Knight replied out of context.
Not so long ago, in a cave of Basra he became too proud, for which he was repeatedly beaten, so he had to become smarter to get along with the Weed’s character.
Together, they killed two more Huntresses. Just as Weed was about to pick up the items that had dropped, as more enemies arrived.
Pale was not lying. You would not be able to leave the Gorge until you defeat all the enemies. In the past, the battle were not easy, but as long as friends will not come to their senses, he will have to fight with all the constantly incoming Huntresses.
Shoulder to shoulder with death knights, two warriors against hundreds of warriors.
'Half an hour, half an hour to survive, and they need to wake up...'
After the first fight van hawk health fell by a quarter, and this had to be resolved.
“Van, from now on fight them one at a time! I’ll deal with the rest.”
“Understood, Master.”
Weed handed the Death Knight some liquor and then rushed into battle.
Death Knight took over one Huntress, Weed took on the others. To avoid their whips, he had to constantly take Huntresses and the Death Knight’s position into account.
Sometimes he deliberately took Huntresses’ blows, realizing, that they will not lead to tragic consequences. A dangerous game with death where he could only rely on his own strength.
The fight went on.
Weed was stabbing with a sword, cutting with a knife, trying to get hurt as little as possible and use less mana. But no matter how hard he was dodging, Huntresses constantly, bit by bit, were diminishing his health.
The moment came when his life bar dropped below 100 points. At that moment Weed jumped behind the Death Knight, and started to apply a lot of bandages as fast as possible.
And though he was in hurry as never before, by the time he finished, Death Knight’s health was also at a critical point. Weed had to quickly engage in battle to distract opponents from the heavily breathing Van Hawk.
The fight still continued.
Huntresses kept arriving. After every defeated group, came a new one consisting of 3-4 aggressive Huntresses. And to make matters worse, Weed began to get tired.
Even a player like Weed who had an enormous amount of health and stamina; accumulated with help of created sculptures and many missed strikes of enemies, could not fight without break. The sword in his hand was becoming heavier and his legs slowed down. Death was closer than ever.
He had to do something.
But at that point Weed and the Death Knight had spent all their mana. There was only one thing he could do that could save them in the current situation...
'I really do not want to get to use it...'
Weed jumped and pulled spice jars from his pockets.
One of the secrets of true chefs!
“Salt on wounds! Sauces in your eyes! Pepper and garlic juice!”
Weed was ruthlessly filling wounds of nearby enemies with culinary spices. For light wounds—Salt! For deep wounds—Soy Sauce! For eyes and nose—Hot Spices!
“Ahhh!”
“No, no... Please, not the salt.”
“Ahhh! I have pepper in my eyes!”
Huntresses squealed loudly from terrible pains. Their health rapidly declined, as salt got into wounds. The pain was so intense that it was difficult to describe in words.
Secret technique of vile cook Weed! He had never used it before, as it required to spend valuable ingredients, but it allowed to break opponent’s concentration and significantly lower their health by causing enormous pain.
Salt, salt, black pepper! Red peppers, pickled garlic!
Weed incessantly bombed surrounding Huntresses.
‘I won’t die here. I have no right to...’