Volume 4 copy Chapter 15: Life is precious (Part 1)
Sometimes, I occasionally think about this question: How should we measure a person's strength? Is the so-called "strength" comparison really just a simple comparison of levels, equipment, or the degree of use of professional skills?
I don't think that's entirely true, because I have witnessed this more than once: in many duels, some adventurers with lower levels and worse equipment do not always lose to their opponents - no matter they are warriors, mages or any other professions.
I think that sometimes, other factors can also determine the strength of a person, such as his wisdom in choosing the right tactics, his judgment of timing, and...
His courage.
Just now, when I was still trembling and wandering in fear of death and dared not join the battle, in my eyes, the huge vampire Marquis Meneval was so powerful that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the god of death and easily destroy my life. At that time, I didn't dare to look at him directly, let alone fight him head-on. Such a thing even made me dare not even think about it.
At that time, I was so weak that I believed that anyone, even a toddler with a small stick, could easily defeat me, because I had no courage left in my heart.
Now, when I regained my spirits and bravely stood in front of him again, I realized that the powerful, cruel, and invincible vampire marquis was just an illusion in my mind. Although he was very powerful and hard to resist, I was not completely powerless in front of him and could only close my eyes and surrender.
Without the effective protective equipment of the shield, the fierce attack of Marquis Meneval became even more difficult to resist. I could only defend with all my strength, save my fighting spirit as much as possible, use the combat skill of "parry" more often, reduce the damage I suffered, try to hold him back, and create more killing opportunities for my companions.
With my current ability, if I want to withstand the attack of the big vampire alone, it is not much different from seeking death. Fortunately, there is a minotaur shaman, Crado, to help. As a spellcaster, although he is very strong, his professional talent determines that his defense ability is far inferior to mine. However, the minotaur's vitality is far more abundant than that of humans, so he is able to temporarily share my pressure . Moreover, he can sometimes use the "Angry Totem" to attract the attention of Marquis Meneval, winning us a short and precious time to recover our vitality.
Our efforts were rewarded accordingly. Under our siege, the Marquis of Meneval's vitality continued to weaken , until it was reduced to nearly one-tenth of what it was at the beginning. But correspondingly, as his vitality continued to weaken, his counterattack became more and more crazy: the slashing of the giant sword no longer followed a certain rhythm, but could unexpectedly fall on our heads at any time and anywhere; the frequency of his magic use also became higher and higher, and the bright and dangerous magic brilliance often flashed before our eyes, depriving us of our vitality in a gorgeous way.
Last time, I was too arrogant and didn't recover my vitality in time, so I paid the price with my life. I learned a painful lesson, and this time I dared not be careless again, and didn't leave any chance for the vampire to attack. Because all the life potions on me have been consumed, whenever my life is about to be reduced to half, I will immediately withdraw from the battle group and accept the dual treatment of the life totem and the longbow shooting sun sacred spell.
It turned out that my concerns were wise and far-sighted.
Just when Marquis Meneval was on the verge of death, the ugly blood-sucking beast suddenly flapped its wings again, creating a gust of wind that blew us away, and then dropped its sword to the ground, placed its palms together, and chanted some strange magic spell. A red light flashing with a strong murderous aura appeared between its two hands. At first it was just a tiny spot of light, and then it grew larger and larger until it turned into a fist-sized blood-red ball of light.
The vampire marquis held up the ball of light with both hands, held it in front of himself, then opened his big mouth full of fangs and swallowed the magic ball of light in one gulp.
After doing this, Meneval suddenly howled wildly and excitedly. His already hideous face was even more distorted, and the skin on his face was twisted into large pieces of flesh. A layer of black and purple color seeped out from under his skin, and his nails became longer and sharper like poisonous stings. The red light in his eye sockets became brighter and brighter, as if there was a ball of evil fire burning in them.
The shaman Krado inherited the usual brave character of the Tauren. He shouted "Oh!" and was the first to rush to Meneval. Without even plugging up the totem pole, he swung his axe and pounced head-on on the mutated blood-sucking monster.
"Ton!" The battle axe hit Meneval's body, but instead of splashing blood as we expected, it made a dull sound, as if it had hit a piece of hard wood. There was only a light white scar on Meneval's arm that was hit, and not a drop of blood flowed out.
This axe only cost the Vampire Marquis 50 points of health, which was far lower than the normal damage value of the Shaman.
Meneval roared in a low voice, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked Kraldo far away. This brutal blow with bare hands was even more powerful than the previous blow with his giant sword. Kraldo, who was hit, immediately turned from a sturdy fighter into a high-risk injured person who needed urgent rescue.
As another close combatant who was fighting the vampire marquis, I soon encountered the same tragic situation as Krado, and was knocked to the ground by the mad Meneval. His attack was fierce and revealed a bit of indescribable danger. I felt that his claws seemed to be attached with some sinister magic, and released a cold power the moment they touched me, making my muscles and bones immediately become loose and weak, extremely fragile, so that this seemingly ordinary attack actually caused me a huge injury that was critical.
If I had not been careful to keep my vitality in a relatively full state, this blow would probably have sent me back into that endless deathly silence once again.
"Be careful, his attack is weird, don't resist it!" I stood up and shouted, trying to alert others. At this time, Marquis Meneval just rushed in front of Black Aurora.
Originally, our elven magician had enough time to escape this attack, but he made a wrong decision. When the huge blood-sucking monster approached him, he was summoning a fireball spell and was about to complete the spell. I guess he didn't want to waste the magic power that had already been consumed, and he misjudged the current attack power of Marquis Meneval, so he decided to complete the attack magic even if he had to endure this attack.
The fireball hit accurately, and a large ball of fire exploded in the chest of Marquis Meneval. The effect of this attack was far greater than the damage caused by me and Krado, and 153 health points were dissipated along with the thick smoke splashed by the fireball.
At the same time, Marquis Meneval 's huge claws pierced through Black Aurora's body. In the face of his insidious attack with weakening magic, even my metal chainmail could not provide any protection. The elven mage in a thin cloth robe was an even more vulnerable target. Unsurprisingly, he was pierced as easily as a soft piece of toilet paper, screamed helplessly, and collapsed to the ground lifeless.
The dwarf priest Longbow Shooting Sun has always been the most fearless and brave fighter among us, but although he is reckless, he seems not as stupid as he looks. Originally, he was shouting: "Leave this big guy to me, watch me kill him!" while turning his bone double-section staff and rushing forward, but when he saw Black Aurora being killed so easily at close range, and saw Marquis Meneval turning his head and approaching him step by step, he was slightly stunned at first, and then screamed and fled backwards at a speed almost twice that of charging, and while fleeing, he did not care about the time and cast a recovery spell on himself, wishing to replenish his blood and qi so much that he would bleed from all seven orifices.
Who says dwarves aren't an agile race? The exquisite footwork when escaping with a longbow shooting the sun is enough to make a cheetah bow its head in fear. His two short legs rotated back and forth at a very high . Surprisingly, he didn't even step on his beard.
It must be because the longbow shooting at the sun was too small a target, and Marquis Meneval had undergone two transformations, and his eyes were burned by flames each time, so that his vision was greatly reduced. He actually gave up chasing the dwarf priest, turned around and rushed towards me and Crado with great momentum.
Why the hell are you looking for me again?!
