Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 34: Fighting Black Jazz Again
With a wave of Carlson's hand, the entire closed secret room immediately shattered into a wave of "0" and "1" numbers, instantly drowning and dissolving me. Countless complex characters surged back and forth like a torrent, washing the number related to me into pieces. When I appeared in human form again, I was already on the second to last floor of the fortress tower.
"The warriors have also resurrected, and our people are all here!" As soon as I regained consciousness, the sound of the Nocturne in B-flat minor reached my ears. Looking up, my four adventure partners have all resurrected and are sitting around, waiting for their remaining vitality to gradually recover. I looked up and found that there was only a thin layer of blood in my life tank, which was no different from those who had just resurrected the space traveler - Carlson's cover-up work was quite successful.
"Oh, I've been waiting for you..." Upon seeing my "resurrection", Paladin Niu Baiwan was the first to jump up. He walked towards me excitedly and gave me an extremely warm Minotaur-style hug. "...Where on earth have you been? Why did you come only now?"
Although I knew that he was just complaining casually, my heart still tightened: it was obvious that the place where I "died" just now was different from theirs, and I was still a little worried that someone would have suspicions.
"I'm not like you. If I get lost, I'll end up in Java. Why are you so anxious?" Nocturne in B-flat minor rolled her eyes at him teasingly.
Java? Where is it? It seems that the country is not marked on my map . But I would not be surprised if Niu Baiwan got lost outside this magic map.
"How can I not be anxious? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Each of you is not in a hurry, but I'm the only one who's waiting the longest?" Niu Baiwan complained loudly with a look of grievance.
When I was feeling extremely guilty for wasting everyone's time due to my unexplainable delay, the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge whispered:
"That's because no one died before you..."
Seriously, who says that orcs are an ignorant and violent race? This wise demon warlock can always see the essence of things...
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Standing at the stairs, I saw Ms. Denggot standing with her back to us, next to a wall that was less than half a person's height, looking at the valley in the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on her silver hair, soaking it with a layer of brilliant brilliance, and the slanting sunset stretched her slender back.
This is such a lonely woman. She betrayed her own race, and her race also betrayed the justice she believed in. To be honest, I don't think there is anything wrong with her choice in this matter. I sympathize with her experience and even understand her hatred. If there is still a possibility, I don't want to be her enemy in this life-and-death battlefield.
Unfortunately, she chose to take revenge on the world in the most extreme way, forcing everyone into a corner - including me and herself.
But everything I saw from Carlson told me that all her efforts might be just one of countless meaningless repetitions that are destined to fail.
This is her fate that cannot be changed—perhaps it is also the fate that all the natives living in this world cannot change.
Just as I was sighing inwardly at this futile fate, I suddenly heard the thunderous voice of that troll old man Carlson:
"Hey, kid, don't just stand there and stare blankly. Have you found that spot..."
"Ah..." I was not prepared for the loud whisper. I shrank my neck in fear and looked back subconsciously - obviously, I saw nothing.
"What's going on?" Niu Baiwan behind me was frightened by my reaction and almost turned around and ran down the tower.
"It's okay..." I patted my chest subconsciously and half-truthfully covered up, "...it seemed like someone was talking in my ear just now."
"That's right, that's the downside of Internet cafes. There are too many people coming and going, there are always people shouting next to my ears, and the sound insulation of the helmet is really poor..." Unexpectedly, Ding Ding Xiaoge immediately expressed his understanding of my situation - although I didn't understand the nonsense he said at all - as soon as he finished speaking, I heard another sharp and piercing young female voice coming from his mouth, "...Ah, I was knocked away again..."
I craned my neck to look around: "What's that noise? What's going on?"
Carlson's nervous voice rang out again: "I don't know where this sound comes from. It should be some kind of magical sound transmission magic. It should be transmitted from the orc through another world."
Just like before, the sound was so loud that it almost blew my skull off. I covered my ears with my hands in pain, but it was useless - the voice of this troll old man seemed to be able to penetrate my ears and directly into my brain.
"Sorry, my girlfriend has just become addicted to go-karts..." Ding Ding Xiaoge obviously thought that my reaction was caused by him, and he explained with an embarrassed expression, "It's been almost four hours, and I haven't won a single game..."
Looking at the confident and understanding expressions on the faces of the others, I can only think that this is the voice of the alien demon who signed a soul contract with the half-orc warlock through his soul. And now we all know that the demon who will eventually take his soul is a female. I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing...
While they were talking, I turned around and whispered, "Don't be so damn loud, you're going to deafen my ears!"
"I'm sorry..." The thunder still rumbled, making my scalp numb. I frowned and tightened my neck.
“Oh, sorry, sorry…” Finally, Carlson lowered his voice to a level that a normal person could accept, “…This is the first time I’ve done this. I forgot to adjust the volume just now…”
"See that spot?" he reminded me in a low voice.
I stuck my head out of the stairs and saw the third gap in the wall on the left side of Blackadder. The gap was very ordinary, no different from the other broken walls, neither bigger than them nor the smallest one among them. To be honest, if I didn't look at the position now, I might really forget where he was later.
"Which one?" I asked secretly, pointing my finger forward without telling my companions - I knew that old man Carlson would definitely be able to see my little move.
"Right there..." Carlson's voice died away.
At the same location, another round of conversation was going on:
"Really... want to try again?" Niu Baiwan leaned against half of the wall, quietly stuck half of his head out, and looked at Black Jazz's back with some embarrassment.
"We've already come all the way here with corpses, why not give it another try?" Nocturne in B-flat minor proudly walked out from...ah, from under Niu Baiwan's crotch... "Anyway, we still have enough potions, let's use them up first."
"Can we... defeat her?" The elven druid fairy seemed a little hesitant. "...We just consumed half of her life..."
"We were inexperienced just now. We were forced into a corner from the start and didn't even have a chance to breathe." The dwarf bard pondered, "This time we should spread out and not run in one direction. We should still have a chance."
It should be said that if Carlson did not deceive me, the general direction of the plan of Nocturne in B-flat minor was correct. In some of the image clips I saw from Carlson, the battle positions of most of the adventure teams that eventually won were indeed relatively scattered.
But first there is a decisive technical problem - their level is higher than ours.
Not long after, we were once again faced with an extremely difficult hand-to-hand combat.
I knew from the moment I took the first blow from Black Knight that the outcome of this battle would be even worse than the last one. Although my "defense" action accurately blocked the heavy blow of the hammer, it still shattered more than 200 points of my vitality. I had to face a cruel reality: the level 30 "Earth Protection" in my hand was far less solid than the "Library Wall" after all, and the defensive effect was more than one level lower.
My companions encountered the same dilemma as me - some of their equipment had suffered varying degrees of damage in the previous battle. Although some of them could still hold out for a while, others gradually fell apart under Black Knight's fierce attack.
The worst thing is that the equipment that is most damaged is often the one they use most frequently and rely on most in battle, such as...
"Crack!" In an extremely unfair weapon collision, the small dagger of Nocturne in B flat minor could no longer withstand the weight of the big hammer. The sword blade, which was originally only a palm long, suddenly burst into pieces all over the ground. The small piece of rusty iron sheet remaining on the hilt was so short that even a manicure would think it was too short.
"Who can support me with a weapon, quickly!" The dwarf bard screamed and withdrew from the battle group, shouting at us anxiously.
"Are there any attribute restrictions?" Niu Baiwan turned around and asked loudly while releasing the protective skill of Holy Light Blessing to withstand another round of violent attacks from Black Knight.
"I can only use one-handed weapons, and they can't weigh more than 30 pounds, otherwise I can't equip them."
"I only have one, come and get it...ah..." Niu Baiwan was checking his magic bag when he was suddenly hit on the buttocks by Black Knight's hammer. He retreated to the side holding his buttocks wailing, and did not forget to throw his weapon on the ground.
Nocturne in B-flat minor took the weapon in his hand, and tears of pain suddenly welled up in the corners of his eyes: "Don't you think this thing is not suitable for me to use?"
Niu Baiwan stretched his neck to look at him while fleeing in panic, and then showed an appreciative expression: "There's nothing wrong with it, I think it's very good. The style of this weapon is very handsome, and the properties are also quite good. It's just right for you..."
"Why don't you use such a good weapon yourself?!" the dwarf bard asked angrily.
"I just think it's a little too long and not very convenient to use..." Niu Baiwan had a self-righteous expression on his face without any shame.
"It's only 'a little' longer?" Nocturne in B-flat minor nearly choked to death. "I'm standing at the bottom of the valley and if I'm not careful I can poke a hole in the sun with my hand! What can this thing be used for? To deliver bricks to the rooftops when rebuilding the World Trade Center?"
Honestly, this "Dragon Knight's Honorary Flag Lance" is a pretty good weapon. It exudes a soft silver luster, and a pair of flying dragon wings are carved on the flag lance's guard. The whole weapon is bright but not glaring, gorgeous and restrained. It doesn't look like a murderous weapon, but more like a work of art with considerable ornamental value.
But this does not mean that this spear is just a decoration. The damage value of 126 points is even a little bit extravagant for a bard who has just reached level 50. Although its attack speed is relatively slow, the 20% hit bonus and 20% critical attack chance it provides are enough to make up for this deficiency. What's more, it also comes with a skill called "sprint", which can launch a swift and sudden attack at a certain distance. The farther the distance of the attack, the higher the damage of the skill, and it can provide a maximum of 30% attack bonus.
However, I am afraid that we cannot see the power of this skill here: according to my visual observation, the length of this spear is much shorter than the radius of the platform on the top of the tower. In this "narrow" battlefield, I am afraid that there will be no room for Nocturne in B-flat Minor to sprint. In fact, when Lady Blackadder stood in the center of the top of the tower, if our bard wanted to attack her with the tip of the spear, he would have to be careful not to fall off the edge.
Someone once described a battle like this: When my opponent's weapon pierced my body, I didn't even see his face.
Now we all know that whether this can happen depends not only on how fast you are, but also on how long your weapon is...
The second person to suffer was the Orc warlock Tintin Xiaoge. After firing the last shadow arrow, his two-handed staff exceeded the maximum load it could withstand and finally shattered into a pile of dry firewood.
"Who has an extra two-handed weapon? Let me borrow it! I need it to increase my mana and magical damage!" Fortunately, he had a familiar to help Tintin resist the attack of Black Knight, so he did not suffer a fatal attack immediately due to the sudden damage of his weapon.
I suddenly remembered a piece of loot that I had found from the corpse of a troll warrior after entering the Rubble Fortress. Although its attributes were not high, it was very much in line with Ding Ding Xiao Ge's requirements, so I took it out and generously threw it in front of Ding Ding Xiao Ge:
"Take it and use it, don't give it back to me!"
When he saw the weapon I threw out, an angry dark red glow suddenly appeared on Ding Ding Xiaoge's green face, and he said to me as if he was humiliated:
"I am a dignified sorcerer and will never use a crude weapon like an axe!"
Honestly, the "Blue Blood Scoundrel's Axe" I gave him is a rare and unique weapon. As a two-handed battle axe for close combat, it can actually increase the user's magic points by 220 points and spell damage by 60 points, and has a 5% bonus to the attack power of shadow spells. It is simply a two-handed staff with a big iron lump tailor-made for demon warlocks. I have never seen a weapon more suitable for a warlock than this, but I didn't expect this ugly green-skinned guy to be picky with me.
"I only have one staff here, you can choose one yourself..." I threw the only "broken blue round-headed stick" in my backpack that could only add six points of mana on the ground, turned around and joined the battle again.
Our half-orc warlock, who was full of professional self-esteem and pride, immediately picked up the axe without hesitation, turned around and skillfully cast a curse magic, without showing any resistance at all...
When Niu Baiwan's armor was completely shattered by Black Knight's hammer, our bad luck had reached its peak. The four of us took turns to look through the spoils in our bags, and then we found that the item that increased the vitality and defense attributes the most was the "Green Wood Rattan Dress with Tassel Lace" from the fairy.
It is hard for me to say which one looks more immoral: the male minotaur wearing only a pair of briefs or the male minotaur with strong muscles and lumps wearing a dress. I can only tell you that after Niu Baiwan put on the dress, he showed an unprecedented fighting enthusiasm that shocked us. He fearlessly exposed his body to the brutal weapon of Black Knight, and ruthlessly bombarded the seemingly petite enemy with the obsidian pillar in his hand, wishing to die with the opponent immediately. Looking at his ferocious expression, I suddenly began to worry that if we really defeated Black Knight by accident, would we still face the danger of being killed by Niu Baiwan to silence us.
However, in the face of the absolute power gap, such worries are obviously unnecessary. Even fully armed, we were unable to defeat Black Knight's hammer, let alone now when we are in such a state of depleted troops. Five minutes later, our efforts reached the critical point of collapse. Finally, Niu Baiwan, who bravely and fearlessly fought against his opponent for the first time in his life, got his life as he wished - I found that Niu Baiwan in a skirt is much braver and more reliable than Niu Baiwan in knight armor. If possible, I hope to let him wear a skirt every time I go on an adventure with him in the future - and then Nocturne in B flat minor, whose defense is weak, also died under the hammer. The operation became more and more precarious, and we were about to embark on the road of annihilation again...
"Old man, are you ready?" I muttered to myself, not sure if Carlson could hear me.
"That's enough. I'll take a risk and gamble my life with you!" Carlson's voice came to my ears.
"You're not taking any risk at all. I'm the only one who's at stake!" I whispered angrily.
"..." The old troll was speechless after being choked by me, and could only change the subject, "Alright, alright, hurry up and get ready. Oh, by the way, remember to tell your friends to stop attacking. The data is too complicated and I may not be able to handle it!"
"What? You old bastard, you didn't mention this to me just now." I cursed angrily.
"Now didn't I tell you that?" Carlson sounded a little embarrassed.
"Come and see for yourself, how can I make them stop in this situation?" The fairy came down to earth and was face down on the ground, fighting fiercely with Tintin, Little Golem and Black Jazz. When a person is completely infected by the frenzy of battle, it is difficult to extricate him from the fierce battle.
"Ah..." With a scream, Ding Ding Xiaoge was hit on the forehead by a hammer and fell straight to the ground.
"Good opportunity!" I shouted secretly, rushed forward from behind, slashed Black Knight with my sword, then turned and ran, shouting to the Elf Druid as I ran, "Hurry up and restore your life, I can't hold on for long!"
Although she knew it was futile, the fairy still followed my advice and stopped her magic attack on Black Knight. Black Knight, who was stabbed by the sword, immediately gave up his target and chased me.
Behind me is the howling hammer storm. I have no way to retreat and can only move forward bravely.
Directly in front of us was a seemingly ordinary gap in the wall...
