Since then, our exploration of the catacombs has been a thrilling one. The problem of language barrier still exists, and the puzzling battle call signs such as "*", "book", "ばか", and "banana bala" that pop up from time to time by partners will always bring a lot of confusion to others. But as the cooperation time grew, we gradually developed some subtle tacit understanding. There has never been a case of a teammate dying in vain due to miscommunication.

In a corner of the depths of the mausoleum, we were fortunate enough to find Colonel Pekra's own soldier sent to inquire about the news. This is an ordinary warrior who is only level twenty-seven, I don't know how this guy managed to escape the vampires guarding the mausoleum and sneak here alone, you know, without the help of my friends, I wouldn't even be able to touch the door of the mausoleum by myself. In contrast, what he did suddenly made me feel useless, which was really frustrating.

But now, it is clear that it is impossible for this valiant soldier to continue his mission. While exploring the mausoleum, he was spotted by several vampires, and although he eventually escaped pursuit, he was severely injured and had to hide here waiting for rescue.

He told us that he had a bag of magic powder with him when he set out, which would teleport him back to Valen Fortress in a matter of moments. However, during the struggle, the bag of powder was snatched by the vampires, and now it may have been delivered to a vampire count named Baksha. He begged us to take back the magic powder and send him back to the city. He told us that Baksha liked to make his rounds around the mausoleum, and that the tomb hall in front of him was his way through.

Following the soldier's instructions, we came to this hall. It didn't take long for the figure of "Vampire Count Baksha" to appear in the corridor leading to the hall.

We have the impression that the name "vampire" often means a tall, thin figure, with thin fingers, and red pupils, and in fact, what happened along the way confirmed this. But this Count of Bucksha, who is coming towards us, has completely subverted the public image of "vampires" and made us fall into tears.

A bare head, a round belly, a neck that is almost completely sunk into the ribcage, arms thicker than normal thighs, and thighs thicker than a normal person's waistline...... An evening gown large enough to make a curtain for the gates of the Valen Fortress wrapped it all tightly, and it looked so thin that it looked like a corset for aristocratic women.

"Hey, Yangtze River Delta, isn't that you? When did you become a vampire? The dwarven priest raised his arm and teased as he patted the orc wanderer's thigh. His joke wasn't entirely nonsense, in fact, I thought the comparison was too apt - this unusual vampire count was a huge version of our half-orc companion.

"Nonsense, I'm much stronger than him!" The Yangtze River Delta retorted angrily.

"Figure?" My eyes widened in surprise and I said jokingly, "I really don't see what this word has to do with you." ”

The Yangtze River Delta glared at me fiercely, and then pointed to the vampire earl's abdomen and reminded us loudly: "You have all shown me clearly, he only has one abdominal muscle on his stomach, and I have two ......"

As he spoke, he tightened the belt on his body, which had been strangled to the end and was almost broken, and then added in our stunned gaze:

“…… One on top, one on the bottom......"

Our first confrontation with a Count's vampire began with a burst of laughter. When Baksha rushed at us shouting "suck the intruder into pulp", I couldn't stand up with laughter because of the Yangtze River Delta's vicious quips about abs, and I was almost unsuspectingly slapped to the ground, and the full life tank was suddenly reduced to less than four-fifths. Only then did my comrades-in-arms pay attention to the powerful attack power of this big fat man, and began our counterattack.

Crado helped me when I was in trouble. Seeing me fall to the ground injured, he immediately inserted a "totem of anger" on the ground opposite me. This totem can neither cause any damage to the opponent nor add any magic to oneself. Its only effect is to arouse the anger of the enemy from within, becoming the enemy's first target and attracting their attention. Because of this, this totem rarely becomes a combat choice for shamans.

This time, though, this totem helped me a lot. Just as the Vampire Count was about to rush up and make up for me again and again, he was suddenly attracted by the Totem of Rage, and roared and turned around and rushed towards it. The fragile totem pole couldn't withstand his furious attacks at all, and it shattered into pieces in three or two blows, but the short time it bought me was enough time for me to adjust to the battle and prepare for the attack.

When the Totem of Wrath is shattered, three more totem poles appear in front of Clador, including the "Totem of Life" that restores health, the "Totem of Guardian" that strengthens our defenses, and the "Totem of Imprisonment" that slows down the enemy's movement speed.

I've never been in contact with a shaman before, and for me, there's nothing to praise about this somewhat cult name, on the contrary, it's always easy to conjure up words like "traditional", "primitive", "obscurantist", etc., which makes it difficult for me to be unbiased.

It was only then that I realized how lucky it was to have a shaman by your side during battle.

Covered by his totemic magic, each of us feels our muscles become strong and powerful, and the flow of blood that irrigates life flows happily through our bodies, making us feel the vitality that comes from the depths of our hearts. In the same way, to improve the combat ability of their comrades, mages and priests can often only cast spells on one comrade-in-arms, and cannot provide strong support to everyone at the first time, while bards can only increase one ability at a time, and it is impossible to provide multiple help to their comrades at the same time as they do now. What's more, while the totem pole is a powerful boost, our shamans are also wielding battle axes and slashing and slashing, constantly inflicting damage on our massive opponents – something no other class can do.

The first requirement for becoming a mage is to be able to control the magical elements around you and make them act according to your own will.

A magician can only specialize in spells based on one element, and when he comes into contact with that type of magic more frequently and has a stronger attraction, his ability to feel other magical elements will inevitably decrease.

Black Aurora is a flame magician, which means that he is completely insulated from all water-based magic, and can only use some low-level spells other than fire-based magic.

For example, the entry-level wind magic: Windblast.

Windblast is a spell that controls the surrounding wind elemental to condense into a cyclone to attack enemies, and its own damage is low, making it almost useless against a thick, defensive opponent like the Vampire Count.

However, Black Aurora has a unique magic technique of his own, which allows him to combine his fire magic with wind magic to form a new spell that creates a more powerful destructive effect.

Now, holding a small stream of magical air in his left hand and chanting a mouthful spell aloud, a bright flame took shape in his right hand, eventually condensing into a spear of flame that radiated an astonishing heat.

In an instant, he clasped his hands together, and the Flame Spear was wrapped in a cyclone of wind, spinning in the air and stabbing straight into the Vampire Count's fat belly. The high-speed spiral greatly enhanced the penetration of the magic spear, and a huge cloud of blood light exploded above Bakshia's head, taking away nearly two hundred points of its life.

The power of the two new weapons of the Yangtze River Delta and the Longbow Shooting Sun was also confirmed at this time, under their front and rear attacks, the blood light floating above Count Baksha's head was endless, and sometimes the attack of the Yangtze River Delta caused a critical hit effect, which could also produce no less than two hundred points of damage - you know, with the frequency of his attacks, this level of lethality was by no means ordinarily amazing.

Despite being a vampire of the earl level, in front of us, the big fat man Baksha has no chance at all. Compared to the other vampires we've encountered, he's only a little more defensive, a little more attacked, a little longer, and a little bigger—in fact, his bloated size is simply his biggest weakness, and his huge targets give each of us plenty of room to fight, and he has to deal with all of us at once.

It didn't take long for this unsuspenseful battle to end. We unearthed magic powder from Bakshia's corpse and found a ring that increased his life and physical damage. As a thank you for helping me in battle, I readily gave it to the minotaur shaman Klado.

The ring was so small that it looked hard to fit even my little finger, and miraculously the minotaur easily put it on his thick finger, and I don't know if he would feel uncomfortable.

Giving the magic powder to the wounded soldier, we successfully completed a mission, earning a small sum of money, two powerful life potions, and some soul power. As we were leaving, the soldier told us that we could go down the stairs in the third burial chamber in front of us to the Altar of Death on the second floor of the mausoleum, where the vampire headquarters was located, where the leader of the vampire group hid.

Looking at the staircase of the black hole, a trace of nervousness floated through my heart, and I had some anticipation:

Who knows what awaits us at the end of this adventure?

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