CH385 Turned Tidings
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Surprisingly, even though Mordor was adamant about wielding a sword in hand, he respected the limits of his combat skill and didn't foolishly charge the beasts head-on like the previous two true close combat professionals.
Instead, he moved like a proper Shaman—flinging hexes in rapid succession.
[Slow] — [Weaken] — [Confusion] — [Dilapidate]!
Though each hex was low-grade, barely Grade 1, Mordor cast them like a living spell-rifle, unleashing curse after curse into the incoming horde.
Weakened beasts stumbled, falling under the stampede of those behind them. Confused beasts veered sideways, crashing into their neighbours. Slowed beasts created bottlenecks that broke the rhythm of the tide.
His barrage reduced the pressure not only on the beasts themselves but also on Udara and Havel, who were actively herding the chaos back and away from the direction of the other expedition members.
But it didn't take long for trouble to find him.
