Volume 4 copy Chapter 6: Corpse Poison Dagger (Part 2)
Since then, our exploration of the underground mausoleum has been smooth sailing. The language barrier still exists. The confusing battle cries such as "Fuck", "Ce Na", "Baka", "Banana Guava" and so on from time to time always cause a lot of confusion to others. But as the time of cooperation increases, we gradually develop some subtle tacit understanding. The situation of teammates dying in vain due to poor communication has never happened again.
In a corner deep in the mausoleum, we were lucky to find the personal soldier sent by Colonel Pekla to get information. He was an ordinary soldier of only level 27. I don't know how he managed to sneak in here alone, avoiding the vampires guarding the mausoleum. You know, if it weren't for the help of my companions, I couldn't even touch the door of the mausoleum by myself. In contrast, his actions made me feel useless, which was really frustrating.
But now, it is clear that this brave soldier can no longer complete his mission. While exploring the mausoleum, he was discovered by several vampires. Although he eventually escaped the pursuit, he was still seriously injured and could only hide here and wait for rescue.
He told us that when he set out, he carried a bag of magic powder with him, which could teleport him back to Valen Fortress in a short time. However, during the fight, the bag of powder was snatched away by the vampires, and now it may have been sent to a vampire count named Berkshire. He asked us to take back the magic powder and send him back to the city. He told us that Berkshire likes to patrol the mausoleum, and the tomb hall in front is his only way.
Following the soldier's instructions, we arrived at the hall. Not long after, the figure of "Vampire Count Berkshire" appeared in the corridor leading to the hall.
In our impression, the name "vampire" often means a tall, thin, pale face, thin fingers, and red pupils. In fact, our experience along the way also confirms this. But the Earl of Berkshire who is walking towards us has completely subverted the popular image of "vampires" and shocked us.
A bald head, a round belly, a neck almost completely retracted into the chest, arms thicker than normal people's thighs, and thighs thicker than normal people's waists... An evening dress that is big enough to be used as a door curtain for the gate of Fort Valencia tightly wraps all of this, and at this moment it looks thin like a bra commonly used by aristocratic women.
"Hey, Chang Sanjiao, isn't that you? When did you become a vampire?" The dwarf priest raised his arm and patted the orc wanderer's thigh and teased. His joke was not completely nonsense. In fact, I think this comparison is too appropriate - this unique vampire count is simply a giant version of our orc companion.
"Nonsense, my figure is much better than his!" Chang Sanjiao retorted indignantly.
"Body?" I widened my eyes in surprise and said jokingly, "I really don't see how this word has anything to do with you."
Chang Sanjiao glared at me fiercely, then pointed at the belly of the vampire count and reminded us loudly: "Look carefully, he has only one abdominal muscle on his stomach, while I have two..."
As he spoke, he tightened the belt that was already stretched to the limit and almost breaking, and then added confidently in front of our astonished eyes:
"...a piece on top and a piece on the bottom..."
Our first fight with the Earl-level vampire began with a burst of laughter. When Berkshire rushed towards us, shouting "Suck the invaders into pulp", I was laughing so hard because of Chang Sanjiao's nasty jokes about abdominal muscles. I was almost completely unprepared when he slapped me to the ground, and my full health bar was reduced to less than four-fifths. My comrades then paid attention to the strong attack power of this fat man and started our counterattack.
Krado helped me when I was in trouble. Seeing me injured and falling to the ground, he immediately stuck a "Wrath Totem " on the ground opposite me. This totem can neither cause any damage to the opponent nor add any magical effects to itself. Its only effect is to arouse the enemy's anger from the depths of its heart, becoming the enemy's first choice of attack and attracting the enemy's attention. Because of this, this totem is rarely a shaman's choice in battle.
But this time, the totem helped me a lot. Just when the vampire lord was about to rush up and hit me again and again, he was suddenly attracted by the angry totem and roared and rushed towards it. The fragile totem pole could not withstand his violent attack and broke into pieces in a few seconds, but the short time it bought for me was enough for me to adjust my fighting state and prepare for the attack.
When the Anger Totem was shattered, three more totem poles appeared in front of Krado, including the "Life Totem" that can restore life, the "Guardian Totem" that enhances our defense capabilities, and the "Imprisonment Totem" that reduces the enemy's movement speed.
I have never come into contact with shamans before. To me, this name with some cult overtones is nothing to be praised for. On the contrary, it always easily reminds people of words like "traditional", "primitive", and "ignorant", which makes it difficult for me not to have prejudice in my heart.
It was not until then that I realized how lucky it was to have a shaman standing by your side in battle.
Under the magic of his totem, each of us felt our muscles become strong and powerful, and the blood that irrigated our lives happily shuttled through our bodies, making us feel the vitality from the bottom of our hearts. In terms of improving the combat ability of their companions, magicians and priests can only cast spells on one comrade, and cannot provide strong support to everyone at the first time, while bards can only increase one ability each time, and it is impossible to provide multiple help to comrades at the same time like now. What's more, while the totem pole is playing a powerful role, our shaman is still waving his battle axe and slashing hard, constantly causing damage to our huge opponent - this is impossible for any other profession to do.
The first requirement to become a magician is to be able to control the magical elements around you and make them act according to your will.
A magician can only specialize in spells based on a certain element. When he comes into contact with this magical element frequently and produces a stronger attraction, his ability to sense other magical elements will inevitably decrease.
Black Aurora is a fire magician, which means that he is completely isolated from all water magic and can only use some low-level spells besides fire magic.
For example, the entry-level wind magic: Wind Magic.
Gale Magic is a spell that controls the surrounding wind elements to condense into a cyclone to attack the enemy. Its own damage is very low, and it has almost no effect on an opponent with a thick body and strong defense like the Vampire Count.
However, Black Aurora has a magical skill of his own. He can combine the fire magic he is good at with the wind magic to form a new spell, creating a more powerful destructive effect.
Now, he held a small ball of magical air in his left hand and chanted a difficult spell loudly. A bright flame gradually took shape in his right hand and finally condensed into a flaming spear emitting amazing heat.
In an instant, he put his hands together, and the whirlwind wrapped around the flaming spear, spinning in the air and piercing the vampire count's fat belly. The high-speed spiral greatly enhanced the penetration of the magic spear, and a huge burst of blood light exploded above Bucksha's head, taking away nearly 200 points of its life.
The power of the two new weapons, the Yangtze River Delta and the Longbow Shooting Sun, was also confirmed at this time. Under their front and back attacks, the blood light floating above Earl Berkshire's head was endless. Sometimes the attack of the Yangtze River Delta caused a critical hit effect and could produce no less than 200 points of damage - you know, with his attack frequency, this level of lethality is by no means ordinary astonishing.
Although he was a count-level vampire, the fat man Berkshire had no chance in front of us. Compared with other vampires we encountered, he only had higher defense, stronger attack power, longer life, and a larger body - in fact, his bloated body was his biggest weakness. The huge target gave each of us ample fighting space, and he had to deal with all of our attacks at the same time.
Soon, this battle ended without any suspense. We found magic powder from the body of Baxha, and also a ring that increased vitality and physical damage. As a thank you for helping me in the battle, I readily gave it to the Tauren Shaman Krado.
The ring is so small that it looks like it would be hard to fit even my little finger into it. The amazing thing is that the Minotaur easily put it on his thick finger. I wonder if he felt it was too tight.
We successfully completed a mission by giving the magic powder to the injured soldier, and received a small sum of money, two bottles of powerful life potions, and some soul power. Before leaving, the soldier told us that going down the stairs in the third tomb in front of us would lead us to the Death Altar on the second floor of the mausoleum, which was the headquarters of the vampires, and the leader of this group of vampires was hiding there.
Looking at the dark staircase, I felt a little nervous and expectant.
Who knows what awaits us at the end of this adventure?
