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Chapter 154
Chapter 152: The Advantage of Numbers at Low Levels, the "Ranger" Class
Bang! Bang!
The lizardmen hurled a chaotic assortment of items, which struck the Flame Archangel's body with a series of muffled thuds.
But for the Flame Archangel, which was already skilled in defense, an attack of this level didn't even count as superficial damage.
After finishing off the last lizardman warrior before it, the Flame Archangel raised its head and swept its gaze over the many lizardmen that had it completely surrounded.
Its bright silver wings flapped!
The Flame Archangel raised the flame sword in its hand, chose the direction with the densest number of enemies, and prepared to charge in for another slaughter.
"Plant Entanglement!"
The Old Priest Lizardman at the very back, who had been watching the Flame Archangel's movements, immediately activated his magic.
Vines shot out from the ground, rapidly twining around the Flame Archangel's feet as it hovered in mid-air, not far from the ground.
The force of the vines held the Flame Archangel firmly in place, and they continued to spread over its body at an astonishing rate.
Swish!
The Flame Archangel swung the flame sword in its hand, cutting a portion of the vines at its feet, but in an instant, the vines grew back and continued to entangle its body.
"Now is the chance, attack!" The Old Priest Lizardman continuously channeled his magic power to maintain the spell, a layer of thick sweat seeping from between the dark green scales on his forehead.
Two lizardman warriors on the periphery exchanged a glance, then grit their teeth and were the first to rush out from the crowd, roaring as they charged toward the Flame Archangel.
Using the vines growing on the ground, the two lizardman warriors pushed off and leaped into the air, each grabbing one of the wings on the Flame Archangel's back.
Following their lead, more lizardman warriors charged out from the crowd, engulfing the Flame Archangel in moments.
"Wooooah! We did it!"
"This damn thing!"
"Kill it!"
"Damn it, it killed so many of our comrades."
Seeing the Flame Archangel finally restrained, a mixture of cheers and hateful shouts erupted from the crowd.
Seeing this scene.
The Old Priest Lizardman's expression relaxed, but he knew it wasn't time to let his guard down yet. "The warriors surrounding it should just restrict its movements. You must not kill it."
The Old Priest Lizardman took a ragged breath and began to command.
He didn't think the warriors could easily kill the angel, given the strength it had displayed, but he couldn't help but issue a reminder.
He knew a little about this type of summoned monster, as some priests in other tribes specialized in it.
When dealing with a summoned monster like this, killing it was not the best choice, because the spellcaster could simply summon it again.
Conversely, as long as the summoned monster was not dead, the spellcaster could not summon another one. This was especially true when the summoned creature was in combat, as the spellcaster could not forcibly cancel the summoning.
Outside the gates of the Little Fang Tribe.
The Hunting Chief Lizardman and the ghoul dog stood on Tang Zheng's left and right respectively, warily watching the interior of the lizardman tribe.
"That lizardman priest has a few more tricks up his sleeve than I expected." Tang Zheng was slightly surprised to see the Flame Archangel subdued.
In terms of pure strength, no one in the entire Little Fang Tribe should have been a match for the Flame Archangel.
"At low levels, the advantage of numbers can indeed close the gap in power, and the effect is even better than expected."
A smile appeared on Tang Zheng's face. This was indeed a good point of reference.
Swoosh!
A sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out as a black shadow came flying over.
Tang Zheng's eyes narrowed.
The Hunting Chief Lizardman immediately stepped forward to block Tang Zheng's front.
With a "peng" sound, the black shadow struck the Hunting Chief Lizardman's left arm, which exploded in a mist of blood. The entire arm was severed and sent flying.
Despite such an injury, even with his arm torn off, the Hunting Chief Lizardman's face remained expressionless due to the effect of the charm.
Tang Zheng looked at the black shadow, which had lost its momentum after severing the arm and had fallen to the ground.
It was a pebble.
"Impressive. To think you could imbue an ordinary pebble with such power."
Tang Zheng looked up ahead and offered a word of praise.
Opposite him.
A lizardman, thinner than a normal one, with egg-yolk yellow skin covered in yellow spots and holding a slingshot, appeared up ahead.
"What have you done to Guli! Human!"
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's eyes were filled with solemnity and rage as he looked at the Hunting Chief Lizardman, whose severed arm was gushing blood, his expression vacant.
Tang Zheng looked at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu opposite him and spoke softly, "Haven't you already seen? He's my partner now. Speaking of which, you really hit hard."
The other's skin, completely different from that of an ordinary lizardman, let Tang Zheng know that this lizardman was the tribe leader of the Little Fang Tribe, Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
He had some impression of this lizardman.
After all, compared to the tribe leaders of the other lizardman tribes, Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's slingshot was quite conspicuous.
If he remembered correctly.
This was the only lizardman tribe leader who was not resurrected by the Bone King.
It was because his corpse had been too severely damaged by the magic of the Floor Guardian Cocytus, causing the lowest-grade resurrection item to fail.
The Bone King had no intention of using a better resurrection item on this group of lizardmen, so he simply chose not to resurrect him.
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu couldn't help but tighten his grip on his slingshot, which made a "creak-creak" sound, and took a deep breath.
"I am the tribe leader here. I apologize to you for our actions, human."
"The members of the hunting party must have been killed by you. You don't appear to have sustained any injuries, and then there are the tribesmen who just died."
"The deaths of these people should be enough to quell your anger. I apologize to you again, mighty one."
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu did his best to suppress the rage in his heart, lowered his head slightly, and spoke loudly.
Surrendering to an enemy is a warrior's shame!
But he was now the tribe leader, and according to the Priest Elder's analysis, this human before him was likely a powerful individual capable of using third-tier magic.
Compared to warriors, spellcasters always used unpredictable methods. The bizarre way Guli was being controlled was especially frightening.
If the fight continued, even if they ultimately won, it could result in massive casualties.
"I know you're stalling for time, but that's fine."
As Tang Zheng spoke, he picked up the Hunting Chief Lizardman's severed arm, pressed it against the wound, and then took out an alchemical potion made from ordinary ogre blood and poured it over him.
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's pupils widened. Before his shocked gaze, tendrils of flesh grew from the wound on the Hunting Chief Lizardman's arm at a visible rate, connecting with the severed limb.
In the blink of an eye, it had recovered completely.
"In a dangerous hunt, the roles of prey and hunter can switch at any moment. You thought you were targeting me, but how could you know that I was also targeting you?"
Tang Zheng smiled slightly, turning his head to look at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu. "Don't be fooled because I summon an angel. I'm no saint."
Thump—Thump—
While the two were talking.
The Old Priest Lizardman arrived with a group of lizardman warriors and looked at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's face. "Are we still going to fight?"
"Human!"
"Your summoned angel has already been brought under our control. Your strongest tool is now useless."
"Leave our tribe obediently!"
The Old Priest Lizardman's aged voice rang out, but as he waved the magic staff in his hand, he cast a spell on Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
Lesser Agility Boost!
"Attack."
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu felt his body lighten, a murderous intent in his eyes as he shouted.
"Precise Shot!"
He drew back his slingshot forcefully, and a pebble shot out abruptly.
As Su Kui·Zhu Zhu made his move, dozens of lizardman warriors roared and charged toward Tang Zheng.
Bang—
"Roar!" The ghoul dog let out a roar, the bone chain on its body lashing out and colliding with the incoming pebble, producing a crisp sound.
"I really should learn some large-scale attack magic."
Tang Zheng looked at the large group of charging lizardmen and raised an eyebrow. "Besides, who told you I could only summon one angel?"
A white light flashed!
A brand new Flame Archangel appeared. Its holy aura made the charging lizardman warriors' bodies stiffen.
"Go!" Tang Zheng waved his hand.
Boom!
The Flame Archangel instantly charged into the crowd. Swinging its flame sword, it cut a circle of lizardman warriors in half.
Blood gushed out, and its metallic scent filled the air!
"How is that possible!" The Old Priest Lizardman couldn't help but take a step back, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Bastard!"
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's eyes were bloodshot. He kicked off the ground and moved quickly, simultaneously gripping his slingshot. His other hand continuously pulled and fired, the movements so fast they became a blur.
"Meteor Shot!"
"Silent Step!"
Pebbles shot out one after another like bullets, coming from various directions as Su Kui·Zhu Zhu ran.
"Skirmisher and Ranger classes?" Tang Zheng glanced at the information flashing across his stat panel.
This was the first time he had ever seen the "Ranger" class.
He controlled the Hunting Chief Lizardman to spread his arms, using his broad body to shield himself.
If I'm going to disguise myself as a spellcaster, I should see the disguise through to the end!
Killing this group of lizardmen was not his main objective. What he wanted was the magic knowledge, skills, and classes that had been passed down by these lizardmen.
Furthermore, Tang Zheng didn't mind leaving a piece of misinformation for the Bone King and his group when they arrived in the future.
(end of chapter)
Bang! Bang!
The lizardmen hurled a chaotic assortment of items, which struck the Flame Archangel's body with a series of muffled thuds.
But for the Flame Archangel, which was already skilled in defense, an attack of this level didn't even count as superficial damage.
After finishing off the last lizardman warrior before it, the Flame Archangel raised its head and swept its gaze over the many lizardmen that had it completely surrounded.
Its bright silver wings flapped!
The Flame Archangel raised the flame sword in its hand, chose the direction with the densest number of enemies, and prepared to charge in for another slaughter.
"Plant Entanglement!"
The Old Priest Lizardman at the very back, who had been watching the Flame Archangel's movements, immediately activated his magic.
Vines shot out from the ground, rapidly twining around the Flame Archangel's feet as it hovered in mid-air, not far from the ground.
The force of the vines held the Flame Archangel firmly in place, and they continued to spread over its body at an astonishing rate.
Swish!
The Flame Archangel swung the flame sword in its hand, cutting a portion of the vines at its feet, but in an instant, the vines grew back and continued to entangle its body.
"Now is the chance, attack!" The Old Priest Lizardman continuously channeled his magic power to maintain the spell, a layer of thick sweat seeping from between the dark green scales on his forehead.
Two lizardman warriors on the periphery exchanged a glance, then grit their teeth and were the first to rush out from the crowd, roaring as they charged toward the Flame Archangel.
Using the vines growing on the ground, the two lizardman warriors pushed off and leaped into the air, each grabbing one of the wings on the Flame Archangel's back.
Following their lead, more lizardman warriors charged out from the crowd, engulfing the Flame Archangel in moments.
"Wooooah! We did it!"
"This damn thing!"
"Kill it!"
"Damn it, it killed so many of our comrades."
Seeing the Flame Archangel finally restrained, a mixture of cheers and hateful shouts erupted from the crowd.
Seeing this scene.
The Old Priest Lizardman's expression relaxed, but he knew it wasn't time to let his guard down yet. "The warriors surrounding it should just restrict its movements. You must not kill it."
The Old Priest Lizardman took a ragged breath and began to command.
He didn't think the warriors could easily kill the angel, given the strength it had displayed, but he couldn't help but issue a reminder.
He knew a little about this type of summoned monster, as some priests in other tribes specialized in it.
When dealing with a summoned monster like this, killing it was not the best choice, because the spellcaster could simply summon it again.
Conversely, as long as the summoned monster was not dead, the spellcaster could not summon another one. This was especially true when the summoned creature was in combat, as the spellcaster could not forcibly cancel the summoning.
Outside the gates of the Little Fang Tribe.
The Hunting Chief Lizardman and the ghoul dog stood on Tang Zheng's left and right respectively, warily watching the interior of the lizardman tribe.
"That lizardman priest has a few more tricks up his sleeve than I expected." Tang Zheng was slightly surprised to see the Flame Archangel subdued.
In terms of pure strength, no one in the entire Little Fang Tribe should have been a match for the Flame Archangel.
"At low levels, the advantage of numbers can indeed close the gap in power, and the effect is even better than expected."
A smile appeared on Tang Zheng's face. This was indeed a good point of reference.
Swoosh!
A sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out as a black shadow came flying over.
Tang Zheng's eyes narrowed.
The Hunting Chief Lizardman immediately stepped forward to block Tang Zheng's front.
With a "peng" sound, the black shadow struck the Hunting Chief Lizardman's left arm, which exploded in a mist of blood. The entire arm was severed and sent flying.
Despite such an injury, even with his arm torn off, the Hunting Chief Lizardman's face remained expressionless due to the effect of the charm.
Tang Zheng looked at the black shadow, which had lost its momentum after severing the arm and had fallen to the ground.
It was a pebble.
"Impressive. To think you could imbue an ordinary pebble with such power."
Tang Zheng looked up ahead and offered a word of praise.
Opposite him.
A lizardman, thinner than a normal one, with egg-yolk yellow skin covered in yellow spots and holding a slingshot, appeared up ahead.
"What have you done to Guli! Human!"
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's eyes were filled with solemnity and rage as he looked at the Hunting Chief Lizardman, whose severed arm was gushing blood, his expression vacant.
Tang Zheng looked at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu opposite him and spoke softly, "Haven't you already seen? He's my partner now. Speaking of which, you really hit hard."
The other's skin, completely different from that of an ordinary lizardman, let Tang Zheng know that this lizardman was the tribe leader of the Little Fang Tribe, Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
He had some impression of this lizardman.
After all, compared to the tribe leaders of the other lizardman tribes, Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's slingshot was quite conspicuous.
If he remembered correctly.
This was the only lizardman tribe leader who was not resurrected by the Bone King.
It was because his corpse had been too severely damaged by the magic of the Floor Guardian Cocytus, causing the lowest-grade resurrection item to fail.
The Bone King had no intention of using a better resurrection item on this group of lizardmen, so he simply chose not to resurrect him.
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu couldn't help but tighten his grip on his slingshot, which made a "creak-creak" sound, and took a deep breath.
"I am the tribe leader here. I apologize to you for our actions, human."
"The members of the hunting party must have been killed by you. You don't appear to have sustained any injuries, and then there are the tribesmen who just died."
"The deaths of these people should be enough to quell your anger. I apologize to you again, mighty one."
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu did his best to suppress the rage in his heart, lowered his head slightly, and spoke loudly.
Surrendering to an enemy is a warrior's shame!
But he was now the tribe leader, and according to the Priest Elder's analysis, this human before him was likely a powerful individual capable of using third-tier magic.
Compared to warriors, spellcasters always used unpredictable methods. The bizarre way Guli was being controlled was especially frightening.
If the fight continued, even if they ultimately won, it could result in massive casualties.
"I know you're stalling for time, but that's fine."
As Tang Zheng spoke, he picked up the Hunting Chief Lizardman's severed arm, pressed it against the wound, and then took out an alchemical potion made from ordinary ogre blood and poured it over him.
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's pupils widened. Before his shocked gaze, tendrils of flesh grew from the wound on the Hunting Chief Lizardman's arm at a visible rate, connecting with the severed limb.
In the blink of an eye, it had recovered completely.
"In a dangerous hunt, the roles of prey and hunter can switch at any moment. You thought you were targeting me, but how could you know that I was also targeting you?"
Tang Zheng smiled slightly, turning his head to look at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu. "Don't be fooled because I summon an angel. I'm no saint."
Thump—Thump—
While the two were talking.
The Old Priest Lizardman arrived with a group of lizardman warriors and looked at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's face. "Are we still going to fight?"
"Human!"
"Your summoned angel has already been brought under our control. Your strongest tool is now useless."
"Leave our tribe obediently!"
The Old Priest Lizardman's aged voice rang out, but as he waved the magic staff in his hand, he cast a spell on Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
Lesser Agility Boost!
"Attack."
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu felt his body lighten, a murderous intent in his eyes as he shouted.
"Precise Shot!"
He drew back his slingshot forcefully, and a pebble shot out abruptly.
As Su Kui·Zhu Zhu made his move, dozens of lizardman warriors roared and charged toward Tang Zheng.
Bang—
"Roar!" The ghoul dog let out a roar, the bone chain on its body lashing out and colliding with the incoming pebble, producing a crisp sound.
"I really should learn some large-scale attack magic."
Tang Zheng looked at the large group of charging lizardmen and raised an eyebrow. "Besides, who told you I could only summon one angel?"
A white light flashed!
A brand new Flame Archangel appeared. Its holy aura made the charging lizardman warriors' bodies stiffen.
"Go!" Tang Zheng waved his hand.
Boom!
The Flame Archangel instantly charged into the crowd. Swinging its flame sword, it cut a circle of lizardman warriors in half.
Blood gushed out, and its metallic scent filled the air!
"How is that possible!" The Old Priest Lizardman couldn't help but take a step back, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Bastard!"
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's eyes were bloodshot. He kicked off the ground and moved quickly, simultaneously gripping his slingshot. His other hand continuously pulled and fired, the movements so fast they became a blur.
"Meteor Shot!"
"Silent Step!"
Pebbles shot out one after another like bullets, coming from various directions as Su Kui·Zhu Zhu ran.
"Skirmisher and Ranger classes?" Tang Zheng glanced at the information flashing across his stat panel.
This was the first time he had ever seen the "Ranger" class.
He controlled the Hunting Chief Lizardman to spread his arms, using his broad body to shield himself.
If I'm going to disguise myself as a spellcaster, I should see the disguise through to the end!
Killing this group of lizardmen was not his main objective. What he wanted was the magic knowledge, skills, and classes that had been passed down by these lizardmen.
Furthermore, Tang Zheng didn't mind leaving a piece of misinformation for the Bone King and his group when they arrived in the future.
(end of chapter)
