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Chapter 348: Strange Attributes
Returning to the Dwarf Army Gathering Place, I no longer needed to pretend to be a Dwarf Shaman. I simply pulled up the hood of my Mage Robe and added some Necromancer Equipment to give off a bit of Dark Aura. A fake Dark Wanderer thus appeared. Although it was a bit sloppy, it should be enough to deceive the simple-minded Little People.
Standing on the Central Platform, some sharp-eyed Little People, illuminated by the torchlight, immediately noticed something amiss. "Huh? How did the Envoy Lord become so much taller after going out?" But then they thought, as long as it's the Envoy Lord, that's all that matters. Why bother with the details?
"Brothers, another Tribe has joined us! The great War is approaching!" I held up my Javelin high, and thousands of Little People below let out a deafening cheer.
"However, I just received an instruction from Ancestor Lord." I pressed down with my hand, and the scene immediately quieted down, leaving only the crackling sound of the torches.
"Do you know why we have always been at a disadvantage in battles against the Long Ears for so many years? Our Bloodline is nobler than theirs, and our Quantity is greater than theirs, yet we have always been suppressed by them. After analysis, Ancestor Lord has finally reached a conclusion – our individual Strength is inferior to the Long Ears."
Below, the dissatisfied voices of the Little People discussing amongst themselves immediately arose.
"Which Brother dares to guarantee that he can defeat a Long Ear in a one-on-one fight? Step forward!"
Seeing that the Little People below seemed a bit unconvinced, I shouted loudly. As expected, the noise quieted down. Soon after, a scattered few Little People and Dwarf Shamans walked out from among the thousands of Little People, totaling 13. All of them were Elite. Heh heh, you are the ones.
"Look, out of thousands of Brothers, there are only a few people. Do you have the nerve to say that your Strength is stronger than the Long Ears?" Shouting angrily, I held the Javelin in my hand above the Little People's heads. The seemingly weightless Javelin felt as heavy as half a ton, pressing their heads down one by one.
Looking at the last bit of time remaining on the Javelin, 1-30, the corner of my mouth curved. I chuckled.
"Therefore, Ancestor Lord has decided that troops value quality over quantity. In this great Crusade, we do not need Weak Ones to participate. Among you, I will select a team of the most Elite Warriors, and then gather other Teams. Together, we will create our own legend. All Little People who can participate in this Battle will become Heroes of our Little People race."
"Chirp chirp—"
Under my incitement, the Little People immediately waved the Weapons in their hands excitedly, displaying their Strength, and looked over with hopeful Gazes. They all hoped to be chosen.
"Ancestor Lord said that our Little People race does not need Weak Ones. Rather than letting these Weak Ones exist, it's better to let them become stepping stones for the Elite. So, the Rules this time are very simple..." My Gaze swept over the Little People's confused expressions, and chuckling, I continued.
"Kill! Kill all the Weak Ones! Prove that you are the Strongest Expert qualified to participate in the Battle! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Amidst the Surprised Gazes of thousands of Little People, I raised the Javelin, which was about to expire, high and roared loudly. The word "Kill," revealing heavy bloodiness and brutality, echoed throughout the entire open space and in the hearts of the Little People.
First surprise, then confusion. At this moment, the differences among the three types of Little People were finally revealed. The Normal Dwarfs showed a trace of hesitation; the Corrupted Dwarfs' faces were filled with eagerness to try, the Muscles in their hands holding Weapons bulged, and their chilling Gazes constantly lingered between the Normal Dwarfs and the Projected Dwarfs; the Projected were the simplest in thought. They were originally restrained by the Javelin's Bind and hadn't acted yet. Now incited, their Bind was lifted. After reacting for a short period of time, they were the first to erupt.
"Chirp chirp—"
Thousands of Projected Dwarfs were the first to attack. With killing cries that shook the heavens, they waved their Weapons and stabbed towards the enemies beside them, catching the Normal Dwarfs who were still hesitating and the Corrupted Dwarfs who were just about to act off guard. Their reaction wasn't slow either; they immediately screamed in anger and Counterattacked. As for the Corrupted Ones who weren't sneak attacked by the Projected, affected by this terrifying Killing Intent, they also involuntarily grimaced and charged towards the Target they had locked onto. Thousands of Little People immediately fell into chaos.
At this moment, I was already leisurely sitting on a Large Tree, throwing the Crystal Ball that emitted Light into the air, illuminating the entire open space like daytime, and then began to watch the great melee I had created with great interest.
A real war of Slaughter, the interweaving of cold Weapons and Flesh and Blood, the separation of limbs and Blood – that steaming Battle Intent and scent of Blood is a cruel art that no Hollywood blockbuster can express. The yearning for Life, the Fear of Death, at this moment, were fully revealed in the faces of thousands of Little People.
"It's a pity you don't become a Missionary." Little Ghost, who had seen all my actions this time, sighed like this, seemingly quite impressed by my ability to stir up trouble.
"Not at all, not at all, just copying others, heh heh..." I don't want you to admire me in this regard.
"However, thousands of Little People, so much Experience. It's a bit of a waste to just let it go like this, isn't it?" Looking at the Little People constantly screaming and falling into pools of Blood, Little Ghost started to feel pity for me.
"Monsters are everywhere, and it doesn't matter if we miss this bit. Besides, I've farmed so much these days, I'm a bit tired of it. Balance between work and rest is the way of the King." I carelessly leaned my head into Little Ghost's embrace, comfortably rubbing against her soft, warm fragrance a few times.
Actually, the losses weren't just Experience; there were also Items. If I had killed these thousands of Little People, the things that dropped would definitely be quite a lot. But they killed each other, so it can only be calculated according to the normal Drop Rate. As the saying goes, there is gain and there is loss. Consider these lost things as the entrance fee for watching this Battle. Moreover, without having to lift a finger, I can freely gain a ground full of things. Thinking this way, I immediately felt comfortable inside.
Moreover, I don't plan to let those thirteen Elite Little People go. It's just that as Elites, they are still holding strong right now. There's no rush to act. My Gaze swept over the thirteen distinct figures on the chaotic Battlefield, and I slightly narrowed my eyes, letting Little Ghost's slender little hand playfully fiddle with my Hair on it.
The Battlefield below was still lively. The Projected who acted first naturally suffered the most serious blow, but after a while, they turned the disadvantage around. Why did this situation occur? We have to find the reason from the other two types of Little People.
Among the three types of Little People, the Normal Dwarfs had the strongest Strength and also the highest Intelligence, but their Tribe concept was relatively strong. Therefore, they all fought as a Tribe unit, and naturally, they couldn't avoid being surrounded.
The Corrupted Ones also took action after the Projected started, but they foolishly attacked both sides simultaneously, resulting in being attacked from two sides. Their current situation wasn't much better than the Normal Dwarfs.
Although the Projected suffered a severe Counterattack at the very beginning, they had one advantage: they had no Tribe concept. Therefore, they were relatively united among themselves. After overcoming the initial difficult period, they had gradually emerged from their predicament.
However, the situation on the Battlefield was constantly changing. The Normal Dwarfs quickly realized their situation and had begun to gradually gather together to collectively Resist the enemy. And the Corrupted Ones also gathered together because of the Normal Dwarfs' actions. The three types of Little People were like three colors. At the very beginning, these three colors were mixed together like a child's random scribbles, then repaired by a skilled painter, and the colors gradually became vibrant.
If nothing unexpected happened, this melee should ultimately end with the victory of the Normal Dwarfs. Of course, having suffered heavy Losses, it would be good if only a hundred were left after it ended.
But, when the rhythm of the melee gradually became clear, another unexpected event occurred. The Elite Dwarf Shaman who rushed over from a nearby Tribe, with the purpose of clearing out Other Species and Traitors, finally arrived with his more than a thousand subordinates. Its appearance immediately triggered reactions from multiple sides.
First, there was that Elite Dwarf Shaman. Originally, it had rushed over with the tragic heroism of its entire army being wiped out. After all, it was a thousand against thousands, and the difficulty was imaginable. But seeing that the enemies were already fighting amongst themselves before it even arrived, it was immediately delighted. Other Species are indeed Other Species; how could they possibly unite? It also gloated over those Traitors. Look, this is the consequence of colluding with Other Species. Thinking of this, he became even more determined.
As for the Normal Dwarfs in the melee, seeing a large group of Normal Dwarfs appear, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, thinking they were their Reinforcements. At the same time, the Corrupted Ones were greatly alarmed, and their little schemes started turning in their minds. As for the Projected, they still upheld their ideals. No matter how many Reinforcements you bring, we'll kill them all the same. What's so scary about Death? I can Resurrect and be a good fellow again in a few days.
However, something that astonished all the Little People in the melee happened. The group originally thought to be the Reinforcements of the Normal Dwarfs, after charging into the Battlefield, began an indiscriminate Slaughter, even more ruthlessly attacking their own Brothers who were also Normal Dwarfs. In an instant, the Normal Dwarfs were stunned, the Corrupted Ones were dumbfounded, and the Projected were delighted.
We almost died laughing on the tree. This Dwarf Shaman is truly talented. The timing of its arrival was just right. If it had been a little later, maybe they could have easily wiped out the remaining Little People. If it had been a little earlier, at most, they would have become the fourth party in this three-way battle. But they just happened to appear at this subtle Moment, just like a three-colored painting that had already started to become distinct, suddenly had dye water of another color splashed onto it, not only messing up the painting, but even the three colors that had started to become distinct were mixed together again.
They've gone mad, gone mad. Everything has gone mad, especially for the Normal Dwarfs. Originally, they thought that after the addition of over a thousand fresh troops, they would have the upper hand in both Quantity and quality and should easily win. But they didn't expect a pack of mad dogs to arrive, biting anyone they saw, not even sparing their own people. Now they are completely in chaos. Except for the Brothers from their own Tribe, everyone else could be an enemy. Under the stimulation of chaos and Blood, they were already in a semi-Madness state. Kill, kill, kill! Everyone outside their own Tribe should be killed.
"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, look quickly, that Dwarf Shaman is about to die." The anxious Little Ghost pointed at a Dwarf Shaman and said. It was precisely one of the thirteen Elites I was focusing on. No, counting the one that just arrived, there should be fourteen.
"I know."
Nodding, I had already drawn my Unique Bow. I didn't expect Elite Monsters to not last that long. This melee is even more intense than I imagined.
Locking onto that Dwarf Shaman covered in Blood, after the Target had taken several moderate blows, I gently released the right hand that had drawn the Bowstring. A faint white Light instantly streaked across the Battlefield like a Ghost, then turned at a subtle angle and accurately pierced into the Elite Dwarf Shaman's Chest.
"Bang—"
The Dwarf Shaman covered in Blood let out a final Wail, died, and fell to the ground, having a big drop. It wasn't just dropping Items. Its Elite Attribute was Cold Enchanted, triggering a 50% Explosion Chance upon Death. At the moment it fell, a strong Holy Freeze Aura exploded outwards with it as the center, instantly freezing the surrounding Little People into ice shards. A conspicuous Vacuum Zone appeared on the entire Battlefield.
However, for a Battlefield where thousands of Little People were fighting in a melee, it was just a small interlude. No one noticed that Light arrow, and no one cared how the Dwarf Shaman died or how many people were involved in its Death. The melee continued.
"Xiao Fan, your Archery is really terrible..."
Little Ghost covered her face, making an appearance as if she couldn't bear to look at me. If it weren't for the Guided Arrow Ability attached to the Unique Bow taking effect, I really don't know which Little Person's Buttocks I would have shot it into just now.
"..."
Cannot Refute. Damn it, I really cannot Refute. Since getting the Unique Bow, I haven't trained in Archery at all. Now, in terms of Archery, I'm not even as good as the Sorceress Type Three-No Princess and Little Ghost. Sob, sob, why didn't they pour some Archery Techniques into my Brain when I Transmigrated, you Bastards!
The melee was still ongoing. As a thick layer of Corpses accumulated on the ground, the Quantity of Little People was rapidly decreasing, but the intensity of the Battle didn't decrease at all. All the Little People, especially the Normal Dwarfs, all had their Eyes turned red from killing. Not even recognizing their own Brothers, as long as they appeared in their Line of Sight, they were all enemies.
The original open space had become an Asura Battlefield. Incomplete Corpses and broken Weapons fully covered and raised the Ground. Blood dyed the entire world red, converging into small streams that spread into the Depths of the Forest. The scent of Blood attracted many Wild Beasts, but the melee hadn't ended yet, and Light Snow and the others were intimidating them from the side. They were all watching from afar, licking their sharp Teeth, blinking their eerie green Eyes, competing to drink the hot Blood flowing over, waiting for the next delicious meal. This is the Law of the Forest.
Finally, with the last scream, the open space where thousands of Little People had gathered was left with only thousands of Little People Corpses. The last remaining Dwarf Shaman stood blankly on the Mountain of Corpses. The Dwarf Mount beneath it had long since died, and the proud Rooster Hat on its head was also lost at some unknown time. Its disheveled Hair, covered in Blood and organs, hung over its face, looking like a malevolent ghost. The Blood filling its Eyes disappeared, replaced by painful confusion. What exactly happened? Why am I standing here? Where are my Brothers? Where did they all go?
"Ooh ooh—"
Grabbing its disheveled Hair, it howled in Pain. Yes, just a moment ago, it had used its Javelin to pierce the Chest of its last remaining Brother. What is going on? Why did it turn out like this?!!
In its confusion, it heard Footsteps. Raising its Head, a Big Monkey was stepping on the Corpses of its Brothers, stepping with light paces, approaching it. In an instant, the confusion, depression, and grief in its heart all turned into endless Wrath, Wrath towards the damned Big Monkey. This unprecedented Wrath filled its Body, making it feel as if its Strength was infinitely expanding. No, not seemingly, but truly. The Wounds on its Body disappeared, the consumed Strength also recovered, even dozens of times stronger than before.
"Roar—"
Raising its Head, it let out a Roar. A Powerful Presence erupted from its Body.
Oh my, this is truly strange. I looked in surprise at the Elite Dwarf Shaman In Front of me. This last remaining one, isn't it the Dwarf Shaman I Deceived into coming to clear out Other Species and Traitors? What Fate.
What made me find it even stranger was that this fellow actually started evolving In Front of me. Thinking about it, it's not strange. Its Strength was probably already at the peak of the Elite Level. Now that it has killed so many Little People, it's enough to equal dozens of Metamorphoses, right? In that case, this evolution was a man-made Minor Boss Level Monster that I personally facilitated.
Did I create another Record? Looking at the Dwarf Shaman wrapped in Golden Light about to complete its Mini-Boss evolution, I thought while stroking my Chin, even wickedly speculating, if I told it everything, would it lose its Reason and evolve into a Demon Lord Level Monster again?
Forget it. Strength cannot be improved just by Emotion. This possibility is infinitely close to zero. And I'm not that evil. Letting them kill each other this time was already my bottom line. Although they are enemies, there are no Grudges between us. To inflict complete mental blows and Torment on such people, I cannot do it.
Then, I drew my Crystal Sword and pointed from afar at the Mini-Boss Level Little Person who had completed its evolution and was emitting a Mad and brutal Aura. Things should have a beginning and an end. The Pain and Sorrow I caused you, I will personally end it.
"Ah ah ah—"
The newly promoted Mini-Boss Level Dwarf Shaman, holding a Cleaver in one hand, charged forward with a Mad Roar. The Powerful Presence also scared back the Wild Beasts that were originally eager to move by several steps. Its Strength is not bad, I said inwardly. My Body slightly bent, and the next moment, I sprang up like a spring, raising my Sword and meeting it.
Although its Strength is not bad, a Mini-Boss Level Monster, and a novice Mini-Boss, is still far from being my Opponent...
Accompanied by the last scream, I pulled the Crystal Sword out of the Dwarf Shaman's Head. Its Gaze looked painful, and also with relief, then it slowly fell beside its companions. With a bang, countless Golden Glows burst out.
Seeing the Battle end, Light Snow on the side whimpered a few times. The Blood attracted more and more Powerful Wild Beasts. Even after demonstrating by killing a few foolish guys, the situation was still getting out of control. Looking at the eerie green Gazes that penetrated from the Dense Forest in all directions, looking like countless Fireflies dancing, I, who had sobered up from the fierce battle, was startled. Damn, when did so many Onlookers appear?
Let's quickly clear the Battlefield and leave before more Powerful Wild Beasts arrive. I don't want to deal with these unknown Wild Beasts. At the fastest Speed, I collected the Equipment dropped by the Mini-Boss and the other thirteen Elite Little People. I also scoured the open space, collecting everything that glowed. Even though I knew there might be quite a few Gold Coins and Potions pressed under the Corpses, I could only choose to give up.
Putting away the two Crystal Balls in the air, I carried the Three-No Princess and jumped onto Light Snow 's back, charging out a bloody path from the encirclement of hungry Wild Beasts. The moment Light Snow 's Intimidation was lost, countless Wild Beast roars and stampeding sounds came from behind. Perhaps what followed would be a food struggle even more intense than the Little People melee just now. I wiped the Cold Sweat from my Head, glad I wasn't greedy and stayed longer.
"Ah, I'm exhausted."
After getting away from that Place of Slaughter, we set up our Tent beside a quiet Small Lake. After washing off the scent of Blood from my Body in the Lake, I collapsed onto the bed and refused to get up again.
Thinking about the day's experience – fighting against seven Elite Blood Flesh Beasts over Level 40 at dusk, then rushing non-stop to the Dwarf Tribe, inciting, then rushing back, continuing to incite, then finally finding some free time to watch a show, and then fighting a battle with a Mini-Boss Level Little Person. It was simply more tiring than fighting a Demon Lord Level Monster.
But the Gains were also pleasing. Let's first look at the Gains from those seven Blood Flesh Beasts. I took out the things in my Inventory one by one, then, before Little Ghost could, I grabbed the Golden Level Antlers and hugged them. My little Ancestor, you can Appraise everything else for me, but only this pair of Antlers cannot.
"Wow!!"
Seeing the thing she had her eyes on suddenly disappear, Little Ghost exclaimed in surprise, looking at me with a troubled Gaze. To avoid complications, I quickly took out an Identify Scroll and slapped it on.
Armor of Shadows Antlers
Defense: 67
Durability: -
Strength Requirement: 24
Level Requirement: 30
(Druid only)
+60% Enhanced Defense
+ Defense Points
+5 Strength
+10 Dexterity
+15 Life
+1 Hurricane Armor (Druid only)
+2 Spirit Deer Transformation (Druid only)
+2 Light Radius
1% Chance to Cast Level 5 Fire Ball when Attacked
"..."
Such high Defense, and the three core Stats also increased quite a bit. Overall, it's a good Druid Helmet. Huh? Wait, didn't anyone notice something strange mixed in with the Attributes?
Can anyone tell me what this +2 Spirit Deer Transformation is?! (Flips table)
Returning to the Dwarf Army Gathering Place, I no longer needed to pretend to be a Dwarf Shaman. I simply pulled up the hood of my Mage Robe and added some Necromancer Equipment to give off a bit of Dark Aura. A fake Dark Wanderer thus appeared. Although it was a bit sloppy, it should be enough to deceive the simple-minded Little People.
Standing on the Central Platform, some sharp-eyed Little People, illuminated by the torchlight, immediately noticed something amiss. "Huh? How did the Envoy Lord become so much taller after going out?" But then they thought, as long as it's the Envoy Lord, that's all that matters. Why bother with the details?
"Brothers, another Tribe has joined us! The great War is approaching!" I held up my Javelin high, and thousands of Little People below let out a deafening cheer.
"However, I just received an instruction from Ancestor Lord." I pressed down with my hand, and the scene immediately quieted down, leaving only the crackling sound of the torches.
"Do you know why we have always been at a disadvantage in battles against the Long Ears for so many years? Our Bloodline is nobler than theirs, and our Quantity is greater than theirs, yet we have always been suppressed by them. After analysis, Ancestor Lord has finally reached a conclusion – our individual Strength is inferior to the Long Ears."
Below, the dissatisfied voices of the Little People discussing amongst themselves immediately arose.
"Which Brother dares to guarantee that he can defeat a Long Ear in a one-on-one fight? Step forward!"
Seeing that the Little People below seemed a bit unconvinced, I shouted loudly. As expected, the noise quieted down. Soon after, a scattered few Little People and Dwarf Shamans walked out from among the thousands of Little People, totaling 13. All of them were Elite. Heh heh, you are the ones.
"Look, out of thousands of Brothers, there are only a few people. Do you have the nerve to say that your Strength is stronger than the Long Ears?" Shouting angrily, I held the Javelin in my hand above the Little People's heads. The seemingly weightless Javelin felt as heavy as half a ton, pressing their heads down one by one.
Looking at the last bit of time remaining on the Javelin, 1-30, the corner of my mouth curved. I chuckled.
"Therefore, Ancestor Lord has decided that troops value quality over quantity. In this great Crusade, we do not need Weak Ones to participate. Among you, I will select a team of the most Elite Warriors, and then gather other Teams. Together, we will create our own legend. All Little People who can participate in this Battle will become Heroes of our Little People race."
"Chirp chirp—"
Under my incitement, the Little People immediately waved the Weapons in their hands excitedly, displaying their Strength, and looked over with hopeful Gazes. They all hoped to be chosen.
"Ancestor Lord said that our Little People race does not need Weak Ones. Rather than letting these Weak Ones exist, it's better to let them become stepping stones for the Elite. So, the Rules this time are very simple..." My Gaze swept over the Little People's confused expressions, and chuckling, I continued.
"Kill! Kill all the Weak Ones! Prove that you are the Strongest Expert qualified to participate in the Battle! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Amidst the Surprised Gazes of thousands of Little People, I raised the Javelin, which was about to expire, high and roared loudly. The word "Kill," revealing heavy bloodiness and brutality, echoed throughout the entire open space and in the hearts of the Little People.
First surprise, then confusion. At this moment, the differences among the three types of Little People were finally revealed. The Normal Dwarfs showed a trace of hesitation; the Corrupted Dwarfs' faces were filled with eagerness to try, the Muscles in their hands holding Weapons bulged, and their chilling Gazes constantly lingered between the Normal Dwarfs and the Projected Dwarfs; the Projected were the simplest in thought. They were originally restrained by the Javelin's Bind and hadn't acted yet. Now incited, their Bind was lifted. After reacting for a short period of time, they were the first to erupt.
"Chirp chirp—"
Thousands of Projected Dwarfs were the first to attack. With killing cries that shook the heavens, they waved their Weapons and stabbed towards the enemies beside them, catching the Normal Dwarfs who were still hesitating and the Corrupted Dwarfs who were just about to act off guard. Their reaction wasn't slow either; they immediately screamed in anger and Counterattacked. As for the Corrupted Ones who weren't sneak attacked by the Projected, affected by this terrifying Killing Intent, they also involuntarily grimaced and charged towards the Target they had locked onto. Thousands of Little People immediately fell into chaos.
At this moment, I was already leisurely sitting on a Large Tree, throwing the Crystal Ball that emitted Light into the air, illuminating the entire open space like daytime, and then began to watch the great melee I had created with great interest.
A real war of Slaughter, the interweaving of cold Weapons and Flesh and Blood, the separation of limbs and Blood – that steaming Battle Intent and scent of Blood is a cruel art that no Hollywood blockbuster can express. The yearning for Life, the Fear of Death, at this moment, were fully revealed in the faces of thousands of Little People.
"It's a pity you don't become a Missionary." Little Ghost, who had seen all my actions this time, sighed like this, seemingly quite impressed by my ability to stir up trouble.
"Not at all, not at all, just copying others, heh heh..." I don't want you to admire me in this regard.
"However, thousands of Little People, so much Experience. It's a bit of a waste to just let it go like this, isn't it?" Looking at the Little People constantly screaming and falling into pools of Blood, Little Ghost started to feel pity for me.
"Monsters are everywhere, and it doesn't matter if we miss this bit. Besides, I've farmed so much these days, I'm a bit tired of it. Balance between work and rest is the way of the King." I carelessly leaned my head into Little Ghost's embrace, comfortably rubbing against her soft, warm fragrance a few times.
Actually, the losses weren't just Experience; there were also Items. If I had killed these thousands of Little People, the things that dropped would definitely be quite a lot. But they killed each other, so it can only be calculated according to the normal Drop Rate. As the saying goes, there is gain and there is loss. Consider these lost things as the entrance fee for watching this Battle. Moreover, without having to lift a finger, I can freely gain a ground full of things. Thinking this way, I immediately felt comfortable inside.
Moreover, I don't plan to let those thirteen Elite Little People go. It's just that as Elites, they are still holding strong right now. There's no rush to act. My Gaze swept over the thirteen distinct figures on the chaotic Battlefield, and I slightly narrowed my eyes, letting Little Ghost's slender little hand playfully fiddle with my Hair on it.
The Battlefield below was still lively. The Projected who acted first naturally suffered the most serious blow, but after a while, they turned the disadvantage around. Why did this situation occur? We have to find the reason from the other two types of Little People.
Among the three types of Little People, the Normal Dwarfs had the strongest Strength and also the highest Intelligence, but their Tribe concept was relatively strong. Therefore, they all fought as a Tribe unit, and naturally, they couldn't avoid being surrounded.
The Corrupted Ones also took action after the Projected started, but they foolishly attacked both sides simultaneously, resulting in being attacked from two sides. Their current situation wasn't much better than the Normal Dwarfs.
Although the Projected suffered a severe Counterattack at the very beginning, they had one advantage: they had no Tribe concept. Therefore, they were relatively united among themselves. After overcoming the initial difficult period, they had gradually emerged from their predicament.
However, the situation on the Battlefield was constantly changing. The Normal Dwarfs quickly realized their situation and had begun to gradually gather together to collectively Resist the enemy. And the Corrupted Ones also gathered together because of the Normal Dwarfs' actions. The three types of Little People were like three colors. At the very beginning, these three colors were mixed together like a child's random scribbles, then repaired by a skilled painter, and the colors gradually became vibrant.
If nothing unexpected happened, this melee should ultimately end with the victory of the Normal Dwarfs. Of course, having suffered heavy Losses, it would be good if only a hundred were left after it ended.
But, when the rhythm of the melee gradually became clear, another unexpected event occurred. The Elite Dwarf Shaman who rushed over from a nearby Tribe, with the purpose of clearing out Other Species and Traitors, finally arrived with his more than a thousand subordinates. Its appearance immediately triggered reactions from multiple sides.
First, there was that Elite Dwarf Shaman. Originally, it had rushed over with the tragic heroism of its entire army being wiped out. After all, it was a thousand against thousands, and the difficulty was imaginable. But seeing that the enemies were already fighting amongst themselves before it even arrived, it was immediately delighted. Other Species are indeed Other Species; how could they possibly unite? It also gloated over those Traitors. Look, this is the consequence of colluding with Other Species. Thinking of this, he became even more determined.
As for the Normal Dwarfs in the melee, seeing a large group of Normal Dwarfs appear, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, thinking they were their Reinforcements. At the same time, the Corrupted Ones were greatly alarmed, and their little schemes started turning in their minds. As for the Projected, they still upheld their ideals. No matter how many Reinforcements you bring, we'll kill them all the same. What's so scary about Death? I can Resurrect and be a good fellow again in a few days.
However, something that astonished all the Little People in the melee happened. The group originally thought to be the Reinforcements of the Normal Dwarfs, after charging into the Battlefield, began an indiscriminate Slaughter, even more ruthlessly attacking their own Brothers who were also Normal Dwarfs. In an instant, the Normal Dwarfs were stunned, the Corrupted Ones were dumbfounded, and the Projected were delighted.
We almost died laughing on the tree. This Dwarf Shaman is truly talented. The timing of its arrival was just right. If it had been a little later, maybe they could have easily wiped out the remaining Little People. If it had been a little earlier, at most, they would have become the fourth party in this three-way battle. But they just happened to appear at this subtle Moment, just like a three-colored painting that had already started to become distinct, suddenly had dye water of another color splashed onto it, not only messing up the painting, but even the three colors that had started to become distinct were mixed together again.
They've gone mad, gone mad. Everything has gone mad, especially for the Normal Dwarfs. Originally, they thought that after the addition of over a thousand fresh troops, they would have the upper hand in both Quantity and quality and should easily win. But they didn't expect a pack of mad dogs to arrive, biting anyone they saw, not even sparing their own people. Now they are completely in chaos. Except for the Brothers from their own Tribe, everyone else could be an enemy. Under the stimulation of chaos and Blood, they were already in a semi-Madness state. Kill, kill, kill! Everyone outside their own Tribe should be killed.
"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, look quickly, that Dwarf Shaman is about to die." The anxious Little Ghost pointed at a Dwarf Shaman and said. It was precisely one of the thirteen Elites I was focusing on. No, counting the one that just arrived, there should be fourteen.
"I know."
Nodding, I had already drawn my Unique Bow. I didn't expect Elite Monsters to not last that long. This melee is even more intense than I imagined.
Locking onto that Dwarf Shaman covered in Blood, after the Target had taken several moderate blows, I gently released the right hand that had drawn the Bowstring. A faint white Light instantly streaked across the Battlefield like a Ghost, then turned at a subtle angle and accurately pierced into the Elite Dwarf Shaman's Chest.
"Bang—"
The Dwarf Shaman covered in Blood let out a final Wail, died, and fell to the ground, having a big drop. It wasn't just dropping Items. Its Elite Attribute was Cold Enchanted, triggering a 50% Explosion Chance upon Death. At the moment it fell, a strong Holy Freeze Aura exploded outwards with it as the center, instantly freezing the surrounding Little People into ice shards. A conspicuous Vacuum Zone appeared on the entire Battlefield.
However, for a Battlefield where thousands of Little People were fighting in a melee, it was just a small interlude. No one noticed that Light arrow, and no one cared how the Dwarf Shaman died or how many people were involved in its Death. The melee continued.
"Xiao Fan, your Archery is really terrible..."
Little Ghost covered her face, making an appearance as if she couldn't bear to look at me. If it weren't for the Guided Arrow Ability attached to the Unique Bow taking effect, I really don't know which Little Person's Buttocks I would have shot it into just now.
"..."
Cannot Refute. Damn it, I really cannot Refute. Since getting the Unique Bow, I haven't trained in Archery at all. Now, in terms of Archery, I'm not even as good as the Sorceress Type Three-No Princess and Little Ghost. Sob, sob, why didn't they pour some Archery Techniques into my Brain when I Transmigrated, you Bastards!
The melee was still ongoing. As a thick layer of Corpses accumulated on the ground, the Quantity of Little People was rapidly decreasing, but the intensity of the Battle didn't decrease at all. All the Little People, especially the Normal Dwarfs, all had their Eyes turned red from killing. Not even recognizing their own Brothers, as long as they appeared in their Line of Sight, they were all enemies.
The original open space had become an Asura Battlefield. Incomplete Corpses and broken Weapons fully covered and raised the Ground. Blood dyed the entire world red, converging into small streams that spread into the Depths of the Forest. The scent of Blood attracted many Wild Beasts, but the melee hadn't ended yet, and Light Snow and the others were intimidating them from the side. They were all watching from afar, licking their sharp Teeth, blinking their eerie green Eyes, competing to drink the hot Blood flowing over, waiting for the next delicious meal. This is the Law of the Forest.
Finally, with the last scream, the open space where thousands of Little People had gathered was left with only thousands of Little People Corpses. The last remaining Dwarf Shaman stood blankly on the Mountain of Corpses. The Dwarf Mount beneath it had long since died, and the proud Rooster Hat on its head was also lost at some unknown time. Its disheveled Hair, covered in Blood and organs, hung over its face, looking like a malevolent ghost. The Blood filling its Eyes disappeared, replaced by painful confusion. What exactly happened? Why am I standing here? Where are my Brothers? Where did they all go?
"Ooh ooh—"
Grabbing its disheveled Hair, it howled in Pain. Yes, just a moment ago, it had used its Javelin to pierce the Chest of its last remaining Brother. What is going on? Why did it turn out like this?!!
In its confusion, it heard Footsteps. Raising its Head, a Big Monkey was stepping on the Corpses of its Brothers, stepping with light paces, approaching it. In an instant, the confusion, depression, and grief in its heart all turned into endless Wrath, Wrath towards the damned Big Monkey. This unprecedented Wrath filled its Body, making it feel as if its Strength was infinitely expanding. No, not seemingly, but truly. The Wounds on its Body disappeared, the consumed Strength also recovered, even dozens of times stronger than before.
"Roar—"
Raising its Head, it let out a Roar. A Powerful Presence erupted from its Body.
Oh my, this is truly strange. I looked in surprise at the Elite Dwarf Shaman In Front of me. This last remaining one, isn't it the Dwarf Shaman I Deceived into coming to clear out Other Species and Traitors? What Fate.
What made me find it even stranger was that this fellow actually started evolving In Front of me. Thinking about it, it's not strange. Its Strength was probably already at the peak of the Elite Level. Now that it has killed so many Little People, it's enough to equal dozens of Metamorphoses, right? In that case, this evolution was a man-made Minor Boss Level Monster that I personally facilitated.
Did I create another Record? Looking at the Dwarf Shaman wrapped in Golden Light about to complete its Mini-Boss evolution, I thought while stroking my Chin, even wickedly speculating, if I told it everything, would it lose its Reason and evolve into a Demon Lord Level Monster again?
Forget it. Strength cannot be improved just by Emotion. This possibility is infinitely close to zero. And I'm not that evil. Letting them kill each other this time was already my bottom line. Although they are enemies, there are no Grudges between us. To inflict complete mental blows and Torment on such people, I cannot do it.
Then, I drew my Crystal Sword and pointed from afar at the Mini-Boss Level Little Person who had completed its evolution and was emitting a Mad and brutal Aura. Things should have a beginning and an end. The Pain and Sorrow I caused you, I will personally end it.
"Ah ah ah—"
The newly promoted Mini-Boss Level Dwarf Shaman, holding a Cleaver in one hand, charged forward with a Mad Roar. The Powerful Presence also scared back the Wild Beasts that were originally eager to move by several steps. Its Strength is not bad, I said inwardly. My Body slightly bent, and the next moment, I sprang up like a spring, raising my Sword and meeting it.
Although its Strength is not bad, a Mini-Boss Level Monster, and a novice Mini-Boss, is still far from being my Opponent...
Accompanied by the last scream, I pulled the Crystal Sword out of the Dwarf Shaman's Head. Its Gaze looked painful, and also with relief, then it slowly fell beside its companions. With a bang, countless Golden Glows burst out.
Seeing the Battle end, Light Snow on the side whimpered a few times. The Blood attracted more and more Powerful Wild Beasts. Even after demonstrating by killing a few foolish guys, the situation was still getting out of control. Looking at the eerie green Gazes that penetrated from the Dense Forest in all directions, looking like countless Fireflies dancing, I, who had sobered up from the fierce battle, was startled. Damn, when did so many Onlookers appear?
Let's quickly clear the Battlefield and leave before more Powerful Wild Beasts arrive. I don't want to deal with these unknown Wild Beasts. At the fastest Speed, I collected the Equipment dropped by the Mini-Boss and the other thirteen Elite Little People. I also scoured the open space, collecting everything that glowed. Even though I knew there might be quite a few Gold Coins and Potions pressed under the Corpses, I could only choose to give up.
Putting away the two Crystal Balls in the air, I carried the Three-No Princess and jumped onto Light Snow 's back, charging out a bloody path from the encirclement of hungry Wild Beasts. The moment Light Snow 's Intimidation was lost, countless Wild Beast roars and stampeding sounds came from behind. Perhaps what followed would be a food struggle even more intense than the Little People melee just now. I wiped the Cold Sweat from my Head, glad I wasn't greedy and stayed longer.
"Ah, I'm exhausted."
After getting away from that Place of Slaughter, we set up our Tent beside a quiet Small Lake. After washing off the scent of Blood from my Body in the Lake, I collapsed onto the bed and refused to get up again.
Thinking about the day's experience – fighting against seven Elite Blood Flesh Beasts over Level 40 at dusk, then rushing non-stop to the Dwarf Tribe, inciting, then rushing back, continuing to incite, then finally finding some free time to watch a show, and then fighting a battle with a Mini-Boss Level Little Person. It was simply more tiring than fighting a Demon Lord Level Monster.
But the Gains were also pleasing. Let's first look at the Gains from those seven Blood Flesh Beasts. I took out the things in my Inventory one by one, then, before Little Ghost could, I grabbed the Golden Level Antlers and hugged them. My little Ancestor, you can Appraise everything else for me, but only this pair of Antlers cannot.
"Wow!!"
Seeing the thing she had her eyes on suddenly disappear, Little Ghost exclaimed in surprise, looking at me with a troubled Gaze. To avoid complications, I quickly took out an Identify Scroll and slapped it on.
Armor of Shadows Antlers
Defense: 67
Durability: -
Strength Requirement: 24
Level Requirement: 30
(Druid only)
+60% Enhanced Defense
+ Defense Points
+5 Strength
+10 Dexterity
+15 Life
+1 Hurricane Armor (Druid only)
+2 Spirit Deer Transformation (Druid only)
+2 Light Radius
1% Chance to Cast Level 5 Fire Ball when Attacked
"..."
Such high Defense, and the three core Stats also increased quite a bit. Overall, it's a good Druid Helmet. Huh? Wait, didn't anyone notice something strange mixed in with the Attributes?
Can anyone tell me what this +2 Spirit Deer Transformation is?! (Flips table)
