Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Sheep and the Wolf and the Herdsman (Two in One)

And at this moment, there was finally a dull sound of footsteps in the silent corridor, step by step, as if a heavy hammer had been smashed on the hearts of the people present, and Ma Qifa seemed to understand something, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Because Demps, who was too overdrawn, also felt the existence of slowly approaching at this time, a bitter smile appeared on his dead face, if it was the original scene, he could still insist on it, after such a long recovery, he also accumulated the strength of two or three swords, and he seized the opportunity to try to escape from the control of the undead, and after losing part of his strength, the team behind should not refuse to join his side, even if it is cannon fodder for pathfinders, as long as he can escape, it is easy to say.

However, now, the undisguised suppression of rank can be felt by everyone present, it is not the kind of suppression of the upper position to the middle position, the middle position to the lower position, but a larger gap, an insurmountable moat.

It's the suppression of the silver rank on the copper rank!

How could there be silver in such a place! Wairuta was still able to maintain his composure, while Zrola had grabbed Macifa by the collar

"Don't tell me this is your reinforcement, my big butler"

The mercenary twisted his face and pointed to the dark corridor, and the green tendons of his hand holding the collar of Maqifa burst out one by one, and his heart was full of remorse, if he had known that this was the case on this mission, even if he slaughtered this dog-like garbage with a sword, he would not have shed this muddy water.

Maqifa was even more unbearable than Zrolla, and even gave up completely and allowed Zrolla to grab him by the collar and couldn't say a word, before he was thrown to the ground by the latter.

“.........”

Nila didn't react much, just quietly waiting for her brother's decision, with the strength of her white position in the current situation is obviously not very useful, the only thing she can do is to obey the decision of her brother who has always trusted, at least, she quietly thought, if her brother can escape, with his talent, in the future, solve one or two silver big people to avenge themselves, think it is a very simple matter.

"Nila, listen up, ...... in a moment"

Wairutaan's eyes narrowed, his words revealed a rare determination, and between his lips slightly, the scimitar that had just been unsheathed flashed like lightning, and it had already slashed through two knife shadows, directly taking the lich apprentice behind him, the knife was so powerful that even the zrolla on the side could not react.

However, Miles himself was not in a hurry, the black-robed undead had obviously expected this, and the blood vine in front of him jumped up suddenly, entangled layer by layer, turning into a wall, and at the same time, the bone staff waved lightly, and an invisible wave spread out, turning into transparent armor wrapped around the black robe of the lich apprentice, but it was not over, at this time, the Wairutan who was like a swift wind had already swept over the blood vine wall, and his toes were dexterous and tapped on the fat vine continuously, and the blood vine circle that intercepted Custer's group was like walking on the ground for him, only a moment of delay.

But Miles needed such a moment, the piercing low voice spit out a few indistinct single notes, and a cloud of black mist was released from the withered palm of the Lich Apprentice, instantly hiding him in the shadows, and he felt that he could have a little respite after three layers of protection in one breath.

I didn't expect that I seriously underestimated the combat effectiveness of this ranger, Miles secretly started to review, when we met in the jungle before, this human didn't exert all his strength at all, and it can even be said that he retained most of his strength, and at the moment when he started, the life breath of this young human had risen to a level close to the median of red copper, and according to Miles's own estimates, Wairutan's actual combat power was much higher, only slightly inferior to Demps when he broke out his potential, I have the strength to challenge myself who is in perfect condition.

And to get this level of melee close to this level, he really got carried away because he was on the verge of success, knowing that "life is not guaranteed before it is a victory, but a fool", the Lich Apprentice while mentally using the proverb of the City of Sleepless to do a self-examination, while starting to prepare a counterattack spell, although the situation has been very unfavorable for him, but this does not shake the faith of the undead in the slightest.

However, in this short moment, Zrola and Nila on the side also reacted, a long sword in his hand to be vigilant against a silver-rank enemy that could appear at any time, and a crossbow in his hand, already two crossbow arrows blocked the path of the Lich Apprentice's advance.

But at this time, Wairutan changed his whereabouts, one turned around, and rushed to the other side, it was Huojiu and the others who were trapped by the blood vine prison, two knife lights flashed, and the simple blood vine prison was relieved, and the blood red vines that were cut into several pieces slowly wriggled on the ground, approaching each other, as if they wanted to reconnect them.

However, Wairutan didn't bother with them, but picked up a long sword scattered on the ground with his foot, threw it in front of Demps's eyes, and raised his chin towards the gloomy mercenary leader, the sparse beard drums dangling under Demps's eyes

"Hey, is it okay?"

Demps picked up the long sword on the ground and flicked it gently, the bloodstained blade was still sharp, he turned the long sword upside down, and was ready to habitually hand it over to one of his most trusted partners all along, this is not the tradition of mercenaries, but the tradition on the battlefield, if the most senior commander on the battlefield judges that he can not continue to lead his subordinates for various reasons, he will hand over his sword to the person he thinks can handle this position, this is not just the transfer of power, but the transfer of responsibility, the commander who made this choice, If there are no special circumstances, they are generally already determined to die and can't bear to let others die with them.

But looking at Roger, who was holding his broken arm and in a cold sweat, the hand that handed out the long sword paused, and then Demps turned his head a little dazed, looking at Dona who had been too pressed and still unable to recover, Dick who was awakened by the undead mercenaries and blood vines aroused by the lich apprentice and sneak attacked and fell into a coma, and several other wounded people of different sizes, this is the last group of people left in the fire wine, the others have long been gone, or rather, they are about to merge with this cemetery, he exhaled, his eyes faded and dazed, He handed the long sword in his hand to the only person who still had a small half of his combat power.

Not long after he woke up, Yas took the sword as a symbol of duty and obligation, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly sipped it down.

And Demps himself stood up, although his face was still pale, but the hand that clenched the night sparrow and the burning flame in the pupils all proved to others that this man was eager to fight at the moment, and Demps, who was burning with fighting spirit, nodded to Wairutaan, indicating that he still had the strength to fight, but although the latter admired the tenacity of the mercenary leader, he was not satisfied with his physical condition, after all, what he lacked now was the combat power that could be used, not the cannon fodder to be sent to death.

The stingy ranger can't help but lament in his heart that his fate is not good, no, at least his fortune is not good! Wairutan thought as he carefully took out a dark red potion from his waist bag that looked quite old, although it was old, the slightly shiny seal and the neat and tidy bottle all revealed the love of the owner, and it was obvious that the owner of this generation often played with it.

He was secretly relieved to find that the target was not his lich apprentice, but on the surface, he still had to deal with the siege of Zlora and Nila, and it could not be said that he was safe, but Miles relied on the silver-rank Lord Laudkena as his backing, as long as he could hold on until the lord came, even if he suffered a little loss, it was nothing, the black-robed lich was attacking and defending with the two of them, in fact, his mind was flying, and after solving these troublesome humans, Lord Laudkenna watched, I may not be able to contribute much to this mission, which is not in line with my initial expectations......

Wairutan carefully took out the potion, handed it to the weak mercenary leader with a painful face, and motioned for the latter to drink it, and then turned around and went straight to the lich apprentice, not just to kill the black-robed undead in a hurry, but more importantly, he couldn't bear to see his hard-earned family money sent away like this.

It was a diluted deterioration berserk potion, an extremely rare frenzied potion with low side effects on the body, it was originally a mountain area far away from the south, the lions' unique potion, even the wizards Guild's artisan wizards who specialized in alchemy were difficult to imitate, this one was still an inferior product he bought on the black market by chance, the original effect was only one-fifth of the original, and it was diluted three copies by an acquaintance in Waita Anto to find a pharmacist, and now the effect may not even be one-tenth of the original, The only remaining potion can only serve as a stimulant for Wairutaan, but for the weakened Demps, it can be compared to a full-fledged recovery potion!

That's right, this is not an exaggeration, although this deteriorated and no longer deteriorated berserk potion cannot fully play the effect of the official recovery potion, but it is not inferior, and even in the current situation, it is more effective than the recovery potion, after all, the purpose of Wairutan to buy this potion is to hope that it can serve as a replacement for the recovery potion.

Because the price of recovery potions on the market has been high, and the vast majority of the shares are held by the nobles, layer by layer, when it is the turn of the mercenaries of Warutaan and Zrolla, it is already good to have more than a dozen copies of a hundred potions left, and this is not counting the share withheld within the wizarding association, not to mention how can these lone mercenaries compete with those large mercenary groups who hook up with the nobles and nobles in various aspects? Therefore, most of these potions fell into the hands of those large mercenary groups, and even the mercenary guild itself.

And even if they have money, it is difficult for these low-level mercenaries to buy formal potions, not to mention that most of them have no money at all, and can only wrap their wounds with herbs for a long time, and the best thing is to buy some dilutions or even leftovers of formal potions, so that they can save their lives in a desperate situation.

Even Niela didn't know about Wairutaan's purchase of the berserk potion, he only kept this one of the three potions that Wairutan had diluted at the beginning, and sold the remaining two to the mercenaries he knew, and used the money earned to cover the cost of buying the berserk potion, so he didn't let the little butler Fanila find out, but in fact, the price of an official recovery potion was even a little more expensive than the money Wairutan spent on the berserk potion.

If Chim had known, he would have been amazed at Wairutan's actions, which coincided with the actions of some of the sharp-eyed production players in the early stages of the game, who used some local methods to convert unpopular items into substitutes for popular goods, and made a profit from them to survive the most difficult accumulation phase, with a level of enthusiasm similar to that of the anti-Japanese local organizations that developed land mines, and of course, the motivation was very different.

Although Demps had never seen a berserk potion, and he didn't even recognize what it was, he knew very well the price of such a potion in the market, and to put it mildly, any bottle of potion was a luxury for him.

Demps drank the dark red potion, and the next moment when the potion, the medicinal power turned into hot gas circulating in his body, and the empty body had a little strength, and even felt a lot better with internal injuries, and on the outside, Demps's face finally took on some color, and it was no longer white.

But his body knows best, this is only temporary, his injuries have not been healed, and his overdrawn body has not been recuperated, and the strength generated now depends on the medicine he has just poured, once the effect of the medicine passes, he will suddenly return to his original weak state, or even more miserable, but it doesn't matter, if he can't fight now to earn a glimmer of life, no matter what his state is, it is a dead end, and he looked back, it will not only be himself who will die.

Similarly, Wairutan also knows the effectiveness of the berserk potion, the reason why the recovery potion is not as good as the diluted berserk potion is here, the recovery potion is to quickly recover the injury, Demps can only heal the injury after drinking ten servings, and it is difficult for him to have the strength to fight again, but the berserk potion is to make people fight, and it is not to overdraft the user, but the incineration potion itself in exchange for strength, which is perfect for Demps at this moment, if it is a bloodthirsty potion that burns the user's own life, It is estimated that the moment the medicine was discharged, Demps died of life failure.

And in the short moment when Wairutan turned and Demps drank the medicine, Zlora and Nila were not idle, although the two were working together for the first time, but they cooperated well, and they had already forced the strained Lich Apprentice to be embarrassed - a sharp knife flashed, and a layer of transparent scale armor floated in the air twice, and then it shattered, that is, the mage armor that had been trying to protect Miles was slashed by Wairutan who had just joined the battle group.

And the sharp twin knives also left the Lich Apprentice with the first damage in this battle, and after they ruthlessly broke through the mage's armor, they did not change, leaving a hole in Miles's chest and abdomen, but the body of the undead who had long been rotten had no blood to flow out, only the cut robes still showed the existence of the knife.

At this time, the Lich Apprentice has already cast most of the spells, and there is no time for him to re-memorize the spells, so he is naturally more and more tired, which is also the common embarrassment of all legal professions in the early stage, the spell slot is too limited and the endurance is too poor, and the difficulty in analyzing high-level spells leads to the lack of core spells that can be finalized, which makes it difficult for them to obtain enough self-protection ability in the early stage of growth, and their output ability is even weaker than that of a considerable part of the melee profession before reaching the outer ring, only when they grow to the silver rank, they can really show the power of the spellcasting system.

If you still can't understand the growth of the spellcasting profession, just use Chim's words to explain one or two, players usually use this sentence to congratulate the legal friends who have successfully reached level 40, and the law dog has become a master for ten years!

There are four main reasons why Miles can appear so strong, first, his talent far beyond ordinary people makes his strength almost comparable to that of ordinary wizards in the upper position; second, a series of traps that were carefully designed from the very beginning of the battle quickly solved a large number of enemies; Third, the hillbillies of the southern Frontier of Demps have a natural reverence for the caster; Fourth, the characteristics of Myers' personal career.

The Lich Apprentice, even if he is an apprentice, is still far ahead of most of the French classes in the battle sequence! Negative energy erosion, corrosive arrows, strong acid rain, blood vines, under the five rings, in addition to the mad mage, crack energy makes these special advancements, a lich is synonymous with meat grinder on the battlefield, crazy to lose (xu) out (qu)!

Of course, despite these advantages, Miles still can't make up for the caster's natural weaknesses, and when the spell slots and enchanted items are all consumed, they become synonymous with meat grinding, just like now.

The black-robed undead rolled on the ground in embarrassment, barely dodging the deadly scimitar, but then two small crossbow arrows pinned Miles to the ground with his black robe.

The lich apprentice's eyes flickered with blue flames, and he stretched out his withered palm to pull out the two crossbow arrows—but a scimitar bound him more firmly to the ground, Wairutaan's saber, the blade piercing Miles's palm and digging deep into the ground.

Instead of spending half a day denouncing each other's crimes and waiting for the other side to fight back, the young ranger raised his arm, the scimitar in his hand was as smooth as the moon, and even reflected the face of the Lich Apprentice, the gray, withered half of the human face.

Yes, there is only half of it, and on the other side is Sensen's white bones, which is very normal for the ordinary undead, but for the lichs who can be regarded as high-level undead, it seems very different, and a common view is that the more complete the body of the undead is awakened, the stronger the potential, so it will indirectly affect the social status, although this is quite far from the truth, but his appearance is indeed not popular, while thinking back to the days under the mentor, Miles ushered in the end......

"Who!"

Wairutan felt a chill creep up his spine, and he almost jumped to his feet—and he did—and in fact he did, the Ranger leapt over the Lich Apprentice beneath him, not even making up for it, but drawing his scimitar and arching himself like a cat with its tail trampled on, looking across as if it were a great enemy.

There, a tall figure gradually revealed.

It's over!

Except for Miles, who was lying on the ground, everyone was in a state of flux, and the irresistible enemy had finally arrived!