Chapter 118: Destroy
After the Crippled Fiends' second round of Lightning Bolts passed, I wiped my tingling arm. Neither round of Lightning Bolts caused a Paralysis Status; high Lightning Resistance is truly good. Looking beside me, Small Snow's soft, fluffy white Fur seemed to stand on end like static electricity, making her look like a Pug that had puffed up a size. At this moment, Small Snow's eyes were filled with fierce light. I prayed her Opponent would be left with a complete Body.
As for Poison Creeper, its Resistance to Lightning seemed even higher than Small Snow's. It was a typical Creature with high Resistance and low Physical Defense. Coupled with its slender Body moving underground, fewer than 5 Lightning Bolts hit it in the two rounds of Attack. It was still charging forward leisurely.
"Roar..."
At this Distance, the Crippled Fiends could no longer fire Lightning Bolts. Close combat finally began. Small Snow, being the fastest, charged forward first, pouncing on a Crippled Fiend on the left and tearing and biting frantically. The nearby Crippled Fiends weren't to be outdone and surrounded her. Their bizarrely sturdy arms and saw-like sharp teeth all struck towards Small Snow. Unfortunately, the Strength difference between them was too great. Wanting to engage Small Snow in close-quarters Melee Combat? They were simply serving themselves up as easy prey.
Then Poison Creeper also bit its Prey. It preferred Guerrilla Tactics, always biting once and immediately burrowing underground, letting those Crippled Fiends, poisoned green, Roar with tearing screams, and then be tormented to death by the poison, corroding into a puddle of meat paste.
The other Ghost Wolves also followed Small Snow and met their Opponents. As for me, the slowest after Werebear Transformation, I only arrived late now, pouncing towards the foremost Crippled Fiend that was baring its fangs and claws.
"Yahaha!!" Taste my Druid Wu Fan's Custom Skill - Huge Bear Paw!!
I Roared, swinging my massive Bear Paw, and smashed it fiercely towards the Head of the Crippled Fiend, which was only as tall as my abdomen (after transforming into a Werebear, I was nearly three meters tall).
"Thud..."
The immense Werebear strength smashed onto its Head, almost knocking this Crippled Fiend face-first onto the ground. Even so, its glowing eyes immediately dimmed. After a moment's pause, it let out a faint low moan.
Lucky, a Stun Status actually appeared. Seeing the Crippled Fiend's dizzy, groggy, half-dead Appearance, I couldn't help but feel happy.
Unfortunately, it was only a Negative Status Effect brought by a Normal Attack. The Stun Time was less than a second, even zero point something seconds, zero point zero something seconds. Before I could finish being happy, this Crippled Fiend had already regained consciousness.
Frustrating. My mood immediately plummeted from a climax to the bottom. My Combat Awareness isn't enough. If it were Kashya, she would have performed a second Combo without a word.
Not only that, even if I had the Combat Awareness, my Body couldn't keep up with the Movements. Let alone the stiff Movements after Werebear Transformation, even if I transformed into a Werewolf Transformation, my Attack Speed and Technique were not enough to perform a second Attack in such a short Time.
Alas! The revolution has not yet succeeded, Comrades still need to work hard.
Thinking silently in my heart, my hand didn't slow down. Taking advantage of the Crippled Fiends not yet surrounding me, I clawed at the Head of the Crippled Fiend in front again.
"Ah..."
With a Screams that went from high to low, this Crippled Fiend's Body immediately burst into blazing flames, as if it had been soaked in gasoline and ignited. In a moment, it burned into a pile of Ashes.
I finished off a Crippled Fiend with just 2 Attacks. The Runeword level Battle Staff I'm holding now is indispensable for this Merit. 12-( Attack, plus the attached 5-30 points of Fire Damage. It is definitely the Weapon with the highest and most stable damage output among all my Weapons. The phenomenon of this Crippled Fiend burning after death should be the Power of this 5-30 points of Fire Damage.
While I was dealing with the first Crippled Fiend, the other Crippled Fiends also surrounded me. My excitement surged, and as if gone mad, I swung my Bear Paw and smashed it towards them. Hey hey. Watch my knee strike, elbow strike. And then a fierce tiger shakes tail... Uh, forget the Tail... That's impossible for a Bear... Okay, next is hungry wolf pounces on food... Wait, pass on this move too, it's not a life-and-death struggle, I don't want to kiss the Crippled Fiend's disgusting Body with my mouth.
The chaotic and disorganized Attacks immediately made the Battlefield on my side chaotic.
The other four Ghost Wolves, led by Small Snow, displayed their exquisite and artistic Attacks. Sometimes they were like Ghosts, sticking and flashing away, and sometimes they attacked frantically as if intending mutual destruction. Regardless of the Attack Method, they could exchange the minimum loss for the maximum Damage, truly deserving of being experts in group combat.
Therefore, they were the first to finish the Battle, turning back to look at the other side of the Battlefield somewhat Dumbfounded – Master's Attack today seems a bit... unrestrained!
Relying on the Battle Staff's extremely high Attack, I was the second to finish the Battle. Of course, this was related to Poison Creeper's Guerrilla Tactics.
Not long after, the Battlefield on Poison Creeper's side was left with 7 colorful piles of rotten meat paste, announcing the complete victory of this Hunt operation.
After roughly cleaning up the Battlefield, we didn't Rest at all. Instead, taking advantage of the night not yet falling, we lured another batch of Crippled Fiends over.
*Sigh*, it seems there are a bit too many. Counting the pairs of eyes rushing quickly like Will-o'-the-wisps, there were probably around thirty-odd. I, Small Snow, and Poison Creeper would be fine, but the other Ghost Wolves that haven't Mutated yet might be in Danger.
However, this Quantity is still manageable. After a brief consideration, I gripped the Battle Staff in my hand tightly, instructed the four Ghost Wolves and Oak Sage to follow behind us and hide well. Then, I didn't choose Shapeshifting, but took the lead and charged towards those Crippled Fiends.
"Fire Bolt, Blizzard..."
Let's smash these two ranged Skills over first.
Subsequently, over thirty Lightning Bolts from the opposite side also bombarded us. Poison Creeper and I endured the Lightning Bolts and continued to charge, while Small Snow paused, letting out a low muffled Roar. Clearly, she had entered the Paralysis Status.
Then came another round of Lightning Bolts. This time it was Poison Creeper's turn to fall into the Paralysis Status. It seems my Lightning Resistance is still a little bit higher among the three of us.
After the second round of Lightning Bolts, I was only about 4 meters away from the Crippled Fiends. Taking another big step forward, I unhesitatingly threw the Level 11 Molten Boulder I had already prepared into the group of Crippled Fiends.
That's right, it's Level 11, not Level 8. Don't forget, the Runeword Equipment Leaf - Battle Staff comes with a "+3 Fire Skill" Stats. Molten Boulder and Firestorm both belong to Fire Skills, so they naturally receive a bonus effect.
"Boom..." With a sound, the Molten Boulder, a whole circle bigger than before, rolled over the Crippled Fiends like a giant wheel. The Crippled Fiend coming head-on flinched, barely dodging to the side, but its huge Body was destined to make its Movements sluggish for a moment. It was still grazed by the Molten Boulder, immediately letting out a tragic Screams, its entire Body enveloped by a layer of intense Flames, and then turned into Ashes.
The Crippled Fiends behind were even more pitiful. After rolling a certain Distance, the Molten Boulder immediately exploded. Stone Fragments carrying scorching white Flames, like shrapnel, shot the nearby Crippled Fiends into a honeycomb and burned them into Ashes. Fortunately, to make it easier to fire Lightning Bolts, the Crippled Fiends' formation was spread out. Otherwise, this one hit could have killed at least about half.
The remaining Crippled Fiends were stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting the Enemy before them to be so Powerful. Instinctively, they started spitting Lightning Bolts while retreating, intending to implement hit-and-run Guerrilla Tactics. But how could I let it have its way? Relying on Speed, I immediately charged into the group of Crippled Fiends, but wasn't in a hurry to Attack. Instead, I directly passed through and arrived behind them.
"Inferno..."
Clumps of red-black Blazing Flames, carrying a black devouring Aura and highly condensed, shot out from my hand like a flamethrower. Flame snakes about 5 meters long, with me as the center, drew an arc of flame wave as I turned. The retreating Crippled Fiends nearby couldn't dodge in time and were swept by the scorching Flames. Their entire Bodies immediately ignited, emitting a burnt smell, and then turned into piles of fertilizer in painful struggles.
Fire Magic is truly the most overbearing Spell. The Attack Damage of Level 6 Inferno is already much higher than my Level 8 Polar Storm, but the consumption is also high. After I sprayed Inferno and turned 180 degrees, adding the previous few Magic, my Mana was surprisingly almost half lost.
Inferno killed 8 Crippled Fiends, and after being baptized by Inferno, the Quantity of this group of Crippled Fiends lost more than half. Now only a dozen or so remain, putting up futile Resistance. Under Small Snow and their Storm-like Attacks, they couldn't hold on for long before all falling down.
"Exhale..."
I exhaled a breath, feeling the fatigue brought by casting Magic. Actually, the Time spent in Battle wasn't much. The difficulty lay in finding suitable Targets and Attracting them over.
Night had already fallen. Several hundred Crippled Fiends not far ahead were very luckily encountered a group of Prairie Deer and had a good meal. Tch, I still wanted to take advantage of them scattering around looking for Food to kill a few more batches. Truly, plans can't keep up with changes.
After eating and drinking their fill, the Crippled Fiends gathered together and seemed to have no Plan to continue advancing. Unable to find a Target to attack, I could only stop and wait and see. It seems I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning, after they spread out their Party again, to find an Opportunity. I set up a Tent near a Small Grove nearby, looking at the several hundred pairs of red eyes flickering on and off in the Distance, thinking silently.
After letting Poison Creeper and Small Snow stand guard outside, I spent a peaceful night. Early the next morning, just as the sky had brightened, I was woken up by Small Snow's low Roar. Going out of the Tent to look, this group of Crippled Fiends had already started continuing their strategic advance.
Throughout the entire next day, I was immersed in the Game of Hunt. When it first started, Targets were very hard to find. Sometimes I waited for a whole hour or more, only in exchange for one Opportunity. However, as the Quantity of Crippled Fiends continuously decreased, as one decreased and the other increased, there were more and more Targets to attack, and the Speed of attrition also accelerated. By the time night fell today, only about a hundred of the several hundred Crippled Fiends remained. The original three Elites now only had two left, and about half of the Chieftains were also killed.
However, as the Quantity of Crippled Fiends decreased, their Party also gradually started to consolidate. Over a hundred Crippled Fiends, including two Elites and nearly ten Chieftains. It's unlikely to kill them all at once. It seems tomorrow won't be easy either.
However, when night fell again, the Crippled Fiends' Luck wasn't as good as last night. Along the way, they only caught some small Animals and snacked. By this time, their stomachs were already starving. Having no choice, the over a hundred Crippled Fiends split into two groups again and started searching for Food nearby. Good Opportunity!! I was happy in my heart, and secretly followed a relatively weaker Party.
After the other Party returned having eaten their fill, they waited for a while and found that their Companions hadn't returned yet. They also realized the situation seemed not good. How come along the way hundreds of Brothers, only a few dozen of us are left? Thinking like this, they couldn't help but start to worry, but those empty Heads were helpless about this. They could only quietly wait for dawn and then quickly rendezvous with the main army. By this time, this group of Crippled Fiends had drastically reduced in Quantity from several hundred to over 60, including 2 Elites and 4 Chieftains.
But this Quantity also means that they can no longer spread out the Distance and be defeated by me one by one. In other words, the next will be the final tough Battle.
The next day, these over 60 Crippled Fiends, led by 2 Elite Level, Trembling with Fear continued their long journey. If nothing unexpected happens, they can rendezvous with the Party by tomorrow at the latest. Then they will be Safe.
But until the sun was high, they didn't encounter the Enemy they imagined. So, these Crippled Fiends gradually felt at ease. If they keep this Speed, maybe they can arrive tonight. Then they must catch a few of the most delicious Fallen to properly fill their empty stomachs. The two Elite Crippled Fiends thought happily, their saliva dripping desperately like a turned-on faucet, but ignored the Small Grove ahead.
Ancient saying says 'Don't enter the forest when you meet one'. Actually, changing it to 'Don't get close to the forest when you meet one' is more appropriate. When they passed by the Small Grove, a huge Fire Ball over a meter in diameter, without any warning, flew out from the Jungle and smashed into the middle of the Party. Then with a bang, it splattered open. Over ten or twenty Party members were submerged by the ejected Stone Fragments, turning into piles of Ashes.
Before they could regain consciousness, a Giant Bear twice their height, a white Giant Wolf nearly 2 meters tall, and a flower vine that was emerald green, drilling through the Dirt, sometimes visible, sometimes not, appeared. Behind them were four grayish-brown Ghost Wolves, and an Oak Sage that was heavily Protected.
After a moment of shock, the Crippled Fiends also reacted. They let out a tearing Roar, their huge crocodile mouths suddenly opened, and then one after another Lightning Bolt smashed towards us. Especially the largest Giant Bear, it suffered the Baptism of nearly half the Attacks.
"Zzz..."
A flash of white electric light appeared on my Body. My stiff mane was electrocuted straight up and even scorched. The Feeling of being electrocuted, I believe no one would like it. Even more frustratingly, I also fell into a Paralysis Status.
While they were Attacking, I specifically observed the Actions of those two Elite Crippled Fiends. Damn it, one of them came with the Stats of Multi-shot. Opening its large mouth, it continuously spat out 3 Lightning Bolts towards me. The three times Attack of an Elite Level Monster, even I felt uncomfortable.
After the momentary Paralysis Status, because it was a close-range assault in the Jungle, at this time the Crippled Fiends no longer had Time to prepare a second Lightning Bolt. After getting close to them, I immediately sprayed out the Inferno I had been brewing in my hand. A stream of Flames 5 or 6 meters long immediately engulfed the surrounding Crippled Fiends. Unfortunately, that Elite Crippled Fiend with the Multi-shot Stats that was originally within range, as if knowing the Power of Inferno, actually retreated several steps and dodged out of range. Damn it, Elite Level Monsters are indeed cunning.
Inferno solved another dozen or so Crippled Fiends. Immediately followed by a Blizzard, which froze that Elite Crippled Fiend that was about to fire Multi-shot Lightning Bolts. Hmph hmph, you are the first one to be eliminated.
Taking advantage of it being Frozen State into an ice sculpture, I quickly rushed up. Truly a Monster with Elite Level Strength, the Level 3 Blizzard only froze it for a short Time of 2 or 3 seconds before it broke out of the ice. It was just that affected by the Freeze, its Movements still appeared very slow.
That's enough. At this time, I had already closed in on this Elite. The Claws in my palm desperately struck its Body.
"Whoosh..."
Just as I was Attacking with all my Strength, a Crippled Fiend next to me came up with a few subordinates. Looking closely, it was actually another Elite. Why are all the main forces coming towards me? Could it be they want to implement the strategy of 'catching the king first to catch the thieves'?
"Thud..." With a muffled Sound, the other Elite took my Attack. My Claws scratched its Body, only leaving a few rough bloody marks.
Damn it, it was actually the Hardened Skin Stats.
Taking advantage of this Opportunity, that Multi-shot Elite retreated a few steps and started to utilize its Advantage. Opening its huge mouth, three Lightning Bolts continuously smashed towards me.
However, wanting to hold back my Footsteps with this is underestimating me too much. I looked disdainfully at the Crippled Fiends, a few that were only half my height, but intended to surround me completely. I gripped the Claws in my hand tightly, changed palm to fist, and fully blasted towards a normal Crippled Fiend next to me.
Either Knockback it, or just kill it directly. Just open a gap. Anyway, for me it's just a moment's Effort.
"Bang..."
This Crippled Fiend was lucky to be knocked flying by my first Attack. Be happy, you can survive for a few more seconds.