Volume 3: The Crypt Chapter 3: Eighteen Touches to Save Life
Because the types of powerful alien beings that have reached agreements with them are different, the servants that warlocks can summon are also different. Each kind of servant has different characteristics and abilities. Some are good at fighting in melee combat, while others can help warlocks use magic.
The familiar of the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiao Ge is an ice witch. This is a common familiar, and it should come from a cold plane covered with ice and snow all day long. This devil is dark blue all over, with blue marks on its face, a pair of goat hooves and a bunch of short flesh wings. Most of its bumpy and fiery body is exposed, and only some important parts are covered with some thin chips, which looks particularly evil and attractive.
As soon as he saw the Ice Witch, Nocturne in B-flat Minor whistled frivolously: "I say, you are too disloyal. We helped you complete the task. You have such a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier?"
"...The more people there are...the more stuck I am...the less one there can be...it's just one..." After a while, Ding Ding Xiaoge replied slowly.
The Ice Witch is born with the ability to use some ice magic. She usually uses "Ice Cone" to attack the enemy from a distance. This advanced skill of the primary single-target attack magic "Ice Arrow" can not only cause greater damage to the enemy, but also freeze the injured part of the enemy into a hard ice film, making the enemy's movement slow. And this is exactly why we summoned her.
Among us, only Ding Ding Xiao Ge's servant has the ability to attack from a distance. Our plan is to use the Ice Witch's "Ice Cone Technique" to attack the target from a distance, attract it and several skeleton warriors nearby, and then we will surround and destroy it.
If he really got into battle, with the reaction speed of the half-orc warlock, there was a 50% chance that he would be hacked to pieces by the enemy within two rounds - the other 50% would be chopped into pieces before he could react. But the implementation of this tactic finally gave him a chance to fight the enemy. He happily accepted the task and immediately summoned his servant.
Ding Ding Xiaoge is a slow-witted and deep-minded person. Time seems to have a completely different meaning to him than to us. Under the constraints of the invisible net, he seems to be a leaf that accidentally falls into the flow of time, always following the flow of time and wading slowly, wandering leisurely without rushing.
As a maverick time traveler like this, his familiar is also tainted with a philosophical concept of time and space, which can be reflected in the process of it casting spells.
Chilled blue light is gathering in the Ice Witch's hands, and we can feel many cold and thorough magic elements gathering in her hands; suddenly, a skeleton warrior in front turned blue all over, obviously attacked, a layer of tough blue crystals covered his body, and his movements suddenly became slow; then, a blue ice cone wrapped in strong chill shot out from the Ice Witch's hands, flying towards the skeleton warrior that had been attacked; and the craziest thing is that just when the ice cone was about to hit the target, it suddenly flew away and disappeared without a trace.
You must think I'm crazy, but that's the truth. Tintin's Ice Witch hit the target first, then cast the magic, and this crazy attack stunned me.
In my opinion, someone who can use magic to such an unfathomable degree of "coming first after starting late" must have understood the secret of time and have the power to change the rules of time. He must be a powerful god. What I can't understand the most is that Tintin would rather spend so much power to distort the operation of time, but he is reluctant to enhance the power of the Ice Cone and increase its lethality.
Perhaps, for those truly wise men, all the killing techniques in this world are ugly and vulgar details, far less meaningful than thinking about the origin of time and space in this world...
I immediately felt awe for this seemingly stupid half-orc warlock.
However, the admiration in my heart quickly disappeared and was replaced by another feeling of annoyance:
"Stupid, you hit the wrong place!"
In front of us, five or six skeletons were gathering together, and another group of skeletons were wandering not far to their left.
Originally, we planned to attack the skeleton closest to us, so that at most six enemies would be attracted at a time. With our current combat power, it is not too difficult to defeat these slow-moving undead spirits.
But unexpectedly, Tintin Xiaoge attacked another skeleton that was walking back and forth, and he happened to be walking between the two groups of skeletons.
This is big trouble!
As soon as he was attacked, the two groups of skeleton warriors around him discovered our whereabouts at the same time. They seemed to be particularly excited, rubbing their exposed teeth, making a series of creepy "clucking" sounds, and immediately rushed towards us waving their simple and heavy weapons.
"Oh no! We've attracted too many!" Seeing this, Nocturne in B-flat minor exclaimed, drawing his dagger and commanding loudly, "Retreat! Retreat to the pier. Warlocks, leave your familiars behind and start automatic attacks!"
Even Niu Baiwan, who had always been competitive in front of the elven druid, put aside his dignity in front of the lady, screamed, turned around and ran away - in fact, I suspected that he was so scared that he completely forgot to maintain his manners in front of the girl.
At this time, I took a quick glance and saw our half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiao Ge. He was acting very strangely at this time. He was standing by the wall of the cave, banging his head against the wall with his wild braids. I didn't know if he was scared or what, although his feet were running, he was still standing in the same place without moving a step. The funniest thing was that he didn't seem to notice his embarrassing situation, and he was still pushing against the wall as always.
"Ding Ding Xiaoge, what are you doing? Come here quickly!" Although the trap we are in now is not unrelated to him, I still don't want to watch him being torn into pieces by the skeletons coming from behind. Just when I gritted my teeth and made up my mind to pull him back, something strange happened again...
The orc warlock by the wall suddenly disappeared out of thin air, as if a phantom suddenly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.
I have seen the scenes of space travelers traveling through time and space. Although they also disappeared on the spot, they dispersed like a cloud of mist and gradually disappeared into the air. This is the first time I have seen someone disappear so suddenly.
"...The skeleton I shot...was the closest...to me. Who knew...that my delay would be so long..." Just as I was looking around in fear, Ding Ding Xiao Ge suddenly appeared beside me, and said to me slowly with a sad face. He seemed to have a special preference for his "space walk" (the term used in the Nocturne in B flat minor) of running in place without moving forward. After saying this, he stopped moving again, and then moved to my side in an instant when I was distracted, and this happened again and again.
It seems that I don't need to worry about this guy with erratic movements and strange locations.
Ding Ding Xiao Ge's servant bought us some precious time. When the group of skeleton warriors rushed forward and tore the hot and curvy ice witch into pieces without mercy, we finally all retreated to the entrance of the pier. Before she died, the ice witch fired two ice cones in a row, beating the skeleton warrior to half of his life.
"Warriors, block the intersection! Warlocks, stand back and continue to summon! Druids, prepare to heal! Niu Baiwan, give all the magic potions to the fairies!" Nocturne in B-flat minor continued to command loudly. Without him saying anything more, we did as he said.
This wooden skywalk can only accommodate three people walking side by side, which means that Niu Baiwan and I only have to face three skeleton monsters at a time. With the advantage of the terrain, the enemy cannot rely on their numbers to besiege us, and I feel much more at ease.
This is definitely not a pleasant battle.
Although the skeleton monsters' movements were clumsy and slow, and their attack pattern was very simple, they just kept swinging their sledgehammers and pickaxes to smash and smash. If they were on an open flat ground, even if I were to deal with two monsters that were one level higher than me alone, I would be confident that I could defeat them easily.
But this is just a hypothesis. We are not facing one or two such opponents, but a large group; we are not in an open plain, but in a narrow corridor. Although the narrow environment prevents us from facing so many enemies' attacks at the same time, it also makes us lose the space to dodge. We have to use our flesh and blood to withstand the strong attack and can only do our best to avoid the vital points in a small range.
Although their hit rate is not very high, their ruthless swings contain a terrifyingly powerful force that will cause great damage once they hit us.
That's not all, in addition to the heavy weapons, we also had to endure the stench of this pile of dry bones and rotten flesh. This suffocating breath seemed to carry some kind of corrosive toxin, which made our armor break abnormally quickly.
At this time, any thinking becomes superfluous. You have no other choice but to stand up and fight bravely, to overwhelm these unconscious monsters with your fearlessness and enthusiasm, and to kill their evil bodies that have already died once again.
That's exactly what I did.
I stood firm, my muscles all over my body aching from the tension. I didn't even think of accumulating my fighting spirit for a crisis, because now was the most critical moment. I was almost squandering my fighting spirit, using the "slashing" skill at all costs. When the fighting spirit was exhausted, I could only rely on the brute force of my body to slash and kill, waiting for this warrior's power to slowly recover until I could use it again.
The tauren warrior next to me did the same. Although he looked terrified and there was , the big wooden stake in his hand was already covered with the broken bones of the skeleton monster.
We exchanged blows with the skeleton monsters in front of us, and various weapons were wielded between us. The weapons of the skeleton monsters hit our shoulders and chests heavily, and sometimes the intense pain even made me feel that my arm was broken, but we had no time to taste the pain and fear, and we could only return more of our gains to the other party with red eyes. The symbol of life reduction kept circling above our heads, like a group of vultures waiting to peck at the corpse. Once it no longer appeared above one side's head, it meant that another strong body had lost its soul.
Although we fell into a frenzy of slashing and slashing, causing great trouble to our opponents - two skeletons were chopped into pieces just after the battle, and the third was about to fall under the heavy blows of Niu Baiwan - such a battle was not worth the loss for us. After we finally defeated an enemy, another ugly guy squeezed in and filled the vacant position, attacking us in the same rough way. We only had two people standing in front, with no way to retreat.
If we only rely on the life potion stored by Niu Baiwan, we can't hold on until now - it's not that his reserve is not rich enough, but the speed at which we swallow the potion can't keep up with the speed at which our life is decreasing. The reason why we are still standing here is because the elf girl named Fairy Descending to the Earth with her face on the ground behind us has been constantly using her magic to restore our life.
When I was fighting with Changgong Sheri, I once received magical treatment from this believer of the Supreme God. This magic that directly infuses life force into the soul is very effective and can increase a person's vitality by hundreds of points at a time.
The healing spells of the Elf Druids come from the blessing of the goddess of nature, Nechernia. Although it cannot directly save the soul, it can accelerate the growth of the body and heal the wounds faster. Although this process is not as immediate as the sacred healing magic of the priest, it can last for a long time, allowing us to recover faster from the loss of life due to heavy blows.
We should be thankful that among this group of terrifying dead, none of them are good at long-range attacks, so they can only rely on close combat to fight us head-on. I believe that if there was a shooter or a spellcaster among them who could provide additional combat power in addition to the three people in front of us, we would have been killed and fled.
Even so, we encountered danger many times during the battle. There were a few times when my life had fallen to a dangerous level of 5%. It was only by relying on the human race's "toughness" that I survived the critical state of near-death and waited for the potion to take effect.
"My premonition tells me that if this continues, we'll all be finished!" Niu Baiwan screamed in horror, but his hands ruthlessly smashed a skeleton into pieces.
"I don't want to listen to your bullshit premonitions anymore. Every time you talk about your premonitions, we're in big trouble!" I yelled angrily, pouring a bottle of snot-like medicine into my mouth, "...Only women believe in that stuff!"
"We are girls, not 'women'!" Hearing what I said, the druid girl stomped her feet angrily behind me, but without stopping, she threw a green healing wave at Niu Baiwan!
Just when we were about to give up, a heart-shaking and loud singing voice suddenly came from the mouth of the Nocturne in B flat minor, piercing our eardrums:
"... Touch once, touch twice, until I reach my sister's hair..."
Hearing his singing, the fairy was stunned for a moment and almost cast a healing spell on the skeleton monster in front of me.
Soon, we discovered the function of this war song. When we were within the range of the dwarf bard's war song, our muscles seemed to become harder, and our bodies seemed to be wrapped in a thin film to protect our bodies. When the skeleton monster's weapon hit me, the pain was no longer as sharp as before. I could even feel that my skin was condensed like a whole piece of rock, providing me with protection that was no less than armor.
"You have the Iron Wall Battle Song. If you had used it earlier, we wouldn't have been in so much danger!" Niu Baiwan seemed to have been fooled and yelled at Nocturne angrily.
"I was just... hehe... modifying the source file of the war song, so I cut it out and adjusted it. The system's default war song is too cliché." Hearing Niu Baiwan's roar, Nocturne temporarily stopped singing, replied with a playful smile, and then continued to sing in a rather obscene voice:
"… Three touches, four touches, touch my sister's face…"
After hearing the song of the nocturne, the fairy came down to earth and blushed with shame. She stamped her feet and angrily said to the nocturne: "Where did you get this...this kind of song?"
The dwarf bard looked very pleased, and almost boasted as he said, "It was not easy to find this song. I couldn't even download it. I finally managed to find it in the old record market. It's an out-of-print masterpiece... Seven, eight..."
“Stop…stop singing…” The elven druid girl rushed over in shame and anger, trying to cover the bard’s mouth to stop him from singing.
"No, you must let him finish singing..." Niu Baiwan shouted hurriedly, "...Without his battle song, we really can't resist..."
