Chapter 265: Their Respective Strong Enemies (Part 2)
"Doug, Gus, what are you two doing? Big Brother is about to sacrifice himself!!!"
Lars desperately swung his legs like wheels, dodging Andariel's attacks while circling a pillar, and still didn't forget to shout for help with his hoarse throat. Andariel was following closely behind him, less than five meters away, her poison gas-wrapped Claws narrowly grazing his Buttocks several times.
"Big Brother, you have to hold on, we're coming." Doug delivered a fierce Heavy Blow to the Wrathful Elite's Wings. The already tottering Wrathful Elite let out a terrified shriek, its semi-transparent Body instantly dissipating into countless phosphorescent lights. Without time to check what good stuff dropped, Doug turned around and used a Spinning Slash to chop away the Ghoul that had sneaked up behind him for a Sneak attack.
"Gus." Standing back to back with Gus, who had just slain the last Wrathful Elite with his Sword, the remaining Elite Ghoul was leading its Squad slowly closing in on the two.
"Big Brother's situation seems not good. Why don't we just ignore these Ghouls? Anyway, with their Speed, they aren't much of a threat."
"Feasible!" Gus took a breath and also felt this method was feasible. The Ghouls' Defense was too high. It was probably impossible to kill them all and then go help Lars.
"Ahhh—" The two Barbarian Brothers shouted loudly, raising their Weapons and smashing forward simultaneously, immediately opening a gap in the Ghouls' encirclement. They rushed out, shouting and yelling. Gus, who had first-class Archery, had already switched to a Long Bow and shot a few arrows towards Andariel's back with a swish.
Two more bugs appeared. Feeling a numb and itchy Pain on her back, as if bitten by Mosquitoes a few times, Andariel didn't care at all. She single-mindedly wanted to crush this bug right in front of her first. At this moment, Doug rushed up. This guy was a complete battle maniac; in the Combat Expert branch, he had only put points into Axe Mastery. Although extreme, what he gained in return was unparalleled Attack Power.
"Ahhh—, watch my Death Cross Slash!!" While spouting a fancy name, Doug raised the two gleaming Great Axes in his hands. The axe blades landed on Andariel's highly raised Buttocks in an X shape.
"Ow—" Suddenly having her Buttocks explode, Andariel shrieked and turned her Head back, glaring fiercely at Doug. Her enormous Body made Doug, who always prided himself on his strength like a Barbarian, have to raise his Head. However, this guy didn't know what fear was. Seeing Andariel turn around, he actually didn't retreat or dodge, raising his Axe to meet her. He actually wanted to go head-to-head.
"Idiot, is your Brain filled with water?" Lars's Voice came from the opposite side, but unfortunately, it was already too late. Doug's always successful Dual Axe attack had only just landed halfway when it was actually grabbed out of thin air by two Large Hands.
Doug still pulled hard, unconvinced. His teeth gritted loudly, and the veins on his two arms were almost bursting, but he was horrified to discover that his invincible strength in the entire Rogue Encampment was restrained by the two Large Hands, unable to move. The next moment, he felt his feet lift off the ground—his Body was being lifted high by Andariel like a baby and violently thrown into Mid-air. Before he could recover, four furry Tentacles gave him a powerful blow.
Gus, who had just rushed over, quickly caught Doug falling from the Sky. He saw that the guy was green all over, grimacing and letting out a pig-like wail, while still grumbling unhappily, "Damn it, I actually lost in a test of strength."
In the entire Rogue Encampment, probably only a guy like Doug with no Brain would dare to run up and compete in strength with the Demon King. Gus could only smile wryly and handed him a bottle of Antidote Potion and a Life Potion. At this moment, Andariel quickly closed in.
"Big Brother, you rest for a while. Doug and I will hold her off first," Gus shouted loudly. He switched to a Sword and a Shield in his hands. Unlike Doug, who went to extremes, Gus specialized in Sword Mastery and Axe Mastery. Just from this point, one could see the difference in their personalities.
After being taught a lesson, Doug also didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He switched out one of the two Axes in his hands and also switched to a Shield. Dealing with Andariel wouldn't work without some Tactics. Lars's Party only had three people. If all three went up together, their Stamina might not keep up in the end. Moreover, the more people there were, the easier it was to trigger Andariel releasing her Ultimate Skill—Poison Nova. That was not a fun thing.
While two people dealt with it, the other person rested and could also take the opportunity to shoot a few cold arrows. Although it would take longer, this was originally a grinding task. The fastest Adventurer Team in history also took a full hour or more to take down Andariel. For ordinary ones, fighting for half a day or even a whole day was not a rare thing.
"Oh!!!" Gus cast a Shout. Doug, on the other hand, pulled something out from his crotch and then threw it forcefully towards Andariel's Head. When Andariel swatted it away with her Large Hand, that thing exploded with a boom. Blazing flames immediately covered her face and that towering hairstyle. A mournful wail came from the flames. It turned out to be an explosive Potion. This move by Doug made Lars shake his Head repeatedly—was this guy in his Past Life perhaps a villain who specialized in splashing Sulfuric Acid to disfigure people?
On the Hillside in the Jungle, I, along with Little Two and the others, had been confronting the Fallen for a while. Both sides were looking for the other's Weakness in order to unleash a thunderous strike. Wiping away the Cold Sweat seeping from my temples, I cautiously drank another bottle of Mana Potion. Suddenly, I came to my senses. Damn it, if this drags on, I'll suffer a huge loss. Maintaining Werewolf Transformation requires Mana, and applying various Buffs also requires Mana. If I really stand like this for a day and a night, even if I don't drink myself poor, I'll be bloated to death by Potions.
Oh, my Mana Potions! My heart ached so much I almost beat my chest in frustration. Looking at the Fallen opposite, I felt increasingly displeased. I always felt this guy looked ugly. Not dying would be letting down the Party, the people, and the entire Act.
Thinking this way, malice rose in my heart. With a wave of my Large Hand, it was a Weaken. The Fallen, however, had learned its lesson. Seeing that I just made a move, it had already bent down. As soon as Weaken was cast, it had already jumped to the side.
Humph, since it's like this, then don't blame me for using dirty tricks. I smiled sinisterly, immediately sending a chill down the opponent's spine.
Suddenly, a ball of white Frost the size of a football shot towards the opposite side under my control. It was exactly the Sorceress's Cold Skill, Blizzard. Seeing Blizzard smashing over, the Fallen trembled its legs but didn't move a single step. In the blink of an eye, Blizzard exploded less than two meters from its feet, freezing the entire Grassland into a block of ice. Cold air continuously surged out, forming a thick white barrier in the middle.
What was this damned cunning Cleric trying to do now? Looking at the opponent's Figure being obscured by the hazy mist, the Fallen had a confused look. Was it trying to take advantage of its Line of Sight being blocked again to cast Weaken? Useless. Even if I can't see the Movement, I am still confident that I can dodge the moment Weaken appears. A trace of disdain flashed across the Fallen's face, but it still gripped its knife tightly, its Line of Sight piercing straight through the thick fog.
"Hiss hiss—"
The slight Sound from the opposite side made it tremble. It's coming. It wasn't Weaken; it was a frontal Attack. The Fallen smiled wickedly, raising its Dagger high to meet it—the moment the opponent's Figure appeared in the fog was the moment it would strike with its knife.
Wrong. This wasn't Footsteps. The moment it realized, a Shadow arrived instantly. No, not from the front, but rather... underfoot?!
Damn it, watch my soccer tackle!
In the Fallen's horrified Gaze, I used the sliding of the ice to tackle the Fallen's leg. With a crack, the Fallen's thin Body immediately flew up entirely.
Hmph hmph hmph, did you see? Our China's number one Divine Skill is not Internal Energy, and certainly not any blade, spear, or staff techniques. All the essence of martial arts for five thousand years are concentrated in this single tackle—tackle the heel below, you can break its Joint; kick the knee in the middle, you can crack its leg bone; kick the Lower Body above, you can even make it unable to have descendants. Don't think it's just three simple moves. It contains profound and unfathomable Military Strategy—no matter how round the ball is, it needs to be controlled by people. If you tackle the person, why worry about not getting the ball? Which is the so-called 'tackle the person first, then the ball'!
Therefore, this move enlightened from our great motherland's men's soccer team, although it only has the form but not the spirit, and its Power is less than one percent, it's enough to make the Fallen suffer greatly.
Seeing the opponent under my Divine Skill, rolling straight down from the hillside like a rolling log, of course, I wouldn't miss this good opportunity. Damn it, if I don't skin you alive before you get up this time, what am I even doing? Little Two!!
With a Teleport, Little Two appeared In Front of it. Its front claws swatted it like hitting a golf ball, and the Fallen rolled even more happily. It's probably dizzy by now. Then it was Little Three, Little Four, Little Five, one after another, they wouldn't stop until the Fallen rolled to the foot of the hillside.
After finally rolling to the foot of the mountain and stopping, the dizzy Fallen was half-kneeling, getting up, when it suddenly discovered a strange scene. Four Ghost Wolves surrounded it but didn't take the opportunity to rush up and take advantage. Instead, they maintained a certain Distance, looking at itself with pitying Gazes.
The Sky darkened. Something above its Head seemed to block the Sunlight. The Fallen subconsciously raised its Head to look. Right above its Head, a black dot was falling with acceleration due to Gravity...
A loud bang. The place where the Fallen stood was like being directly hit by a cannonball. Large amounts of Soil flew up, and a Giant Pit nearly two meters deep and over four meters in diameter appeared at the foot of the hillside. In the very center of the pit stood a Werebear Form over three meters tall. In the Soil under the Werebear Form's feet, something half-red seemed to be exposed.
What happened? To put it simply, there was no technical skill involved. It was just that I took advantage of that moment to change from Werewolf Transformation to Werebear Transformation, and then also took the time to cast Strength Art, and finally 'accidentally' slipped and 'fell' from the top of the hillside. Mm-hmm, by the way, the Weight after Werebear Transformation is probably over a ton. Also, by the way, although the Damage of Class-Changed Ones is limited by the Rules, as Stats and Weapon Stat Values are fixed within a certain range, it does not include Natural Disasters, for example, being directly hit by a certain Boulder or something.
Huh? What is this red thing? I looked 'confusedly' at the half-hand exposed under my feet. Which guy threw this Junk around? As an environmentalist, of course, I couldn't ignore it. I remember the Werebear Form seems to have a Skill called Maul or something. It seems like it's specifically used for cleaning up Junk. Thinking of this, I quickly swung my large Fist. That Maul was desperately smashing down on that 'red Junk'. Immediately, another burst of Soil flew up...
While I was hitting excitedly, I didn't know that outside the Battlefield, two pairs of Eyes were secretly looking over, taking in my every Action.
"Lady Kashya, you must help Big Brother." While I was confronting the Fallen, a small pink Head poked out from a tree branch, looking pleadingly at the middle-aged Auntie beside her with wine-red Hair.
"Alright, alright, I know. You don't need to repeat it for the ninety-second time, okay? As long as your Big Brother is in Danger, I will immediately take action!!" Supporting Sarah with one hand, Kashya's face was full of exasperation. She really shouldn't have impulsively brought this nagging little girl along too. Facing Sarah's two pairs of sparkling, pleading Eyes, Kashya deeply felt what it meant to suffer the consequences of her own actions.
Sarah was here, then what about Little Snow, who was Responsible for protecting her? At the foot of the tree where they stood, poor Little Snow was letting out deep snores, her Body wrapped round and round, tightly tied to the tree, unable to move.
Should I knock out the other four Ghost Wolves too? That would be too unchallenging. This guy Wu, haven't seen him for a while, didn't expect him to have improved to this Extent. Especially that tackle, it was simply a divine touch! Did I really misjudge? Is this brat really a Genius?
Seeing that I had completely gained the upper hand on the Battlefield, many thoughts were turning in Kashya's Brain. Unexpectedly, a small, tender Fist suddenly brushed past the Corner of her Eye, almost making Kashya, who was lost in thought, lose her balance and fall from the tree. She barely managed to steady herself, only to see the little girl beside her was swinging her delicate Fists, like a spectator immersed in a boxing match, a punch to the left, a punch to the right, and "Go Big Brother!" was shouting non-stop.
Looking at Sarah's innocent Action, for some reason, Kashya felt a chill in her Heart. The girl in her Eyes was so pure and lovely, like an Angel. Why was her Seventh Sense telling her that the punch just now was definitely done intentionally by this girl whose Eyes sparkled with innocent Light? Was she retaliating for her inaction?
No way. Young Wu's women are all not simple people. Not to mention that brat Sharna, even that Little Songstress who was usually as gentle and obedient as a Rabbit could force Fara to not dare return to the Mage Guild. This little kid named Sarah is probably also a formidable character. It's better to keep a Distance in the future.
When Kashya recovered and looked at the Battlefield, she found that the Battle had ended at some point. What made her feel even more chilled was that the kid was actually still not reassured, holding a bottle of Suffocation Potion and throwing it into the pit, then burying a layer of Dirt, freezing it with Blizzard, then burying another layer, then freezing it again, until it was filled. With Kashya's experience, how could she not guess what the opponent was thinking? This brat was definitely afraid the Fallen wasn't dead and was planning to bury it alive. Especially that bottle of Suffocation Potion, it was simply like before drowning an Opponent/Rival by stepping on them into a Latrine Pit, still wanting to first take a dump on top. The intention was extremely malicious.