Volume 7 Server Merge Chapter 5 Three on Three
"Stop!" When the three of us completed the task and were walking on the way back to the city, I suddenly grabbed Niu Baiwan and Changgong Sheri and stopped them.
"What's wrong?" Niu Baiwan asked puzzledly.
"Shh..." I interrupted him, lowered my body, and looked forward intently.
Three unfamiliar figures quietly appeared in front of the grassland, walking towards us at a leisurely pace. Due to the distance, I could not see their names clearly, but only saw two lines of blurry small characters of varying lengths on each of their heads - I can be sure that the names of wild animals on the grassland would never be arranged in such a strange way.
The length and arrangement of the names don’t mean much. The most important thing is that these three names are written in bright red. The blood-like color is faintly glowing, and even at such a long distance, I can feel the strong sign of approaching danger.
You should know that the names above their heads will show different colors according to the different soul states of each life. The names above the heads of those docile and harmless animals will be safe light green, while those ordinary herbivores with a certain counterattack power will have yellow or brown names. The darker the name, the more hostile and threatening the creature is to you. When you see a person or an animal with a red name, you'd better put your weapon where you can reach it at any time, because a battle is approaching you.
Naturally, the names of the people of the Doomsday Empire are also red in our eyes. The war determines our irreconcilable hostile stance, and we must always be vigilant against the emergence of the enemy. The three figures that appeared at this time were undoubtedly invaders from the Empire's territory.
"What did you see?" Changgong Sheri widened his eyes, shook his head and asked as he looked.
"Three of them are from the Empire..." I answered, "...and they are coming towards us."
"Where is it, where is it..." Niu Baiwan shouted curiously, "...Why can't I see anything?"
I took off the "telescope" on my waist and handed it to Niu Baiwan:
"With this you can see."
When the "telescope" passed through the hands of Niu Baiwan and Changgong Sheri and returned to my hands, the three figures had come much closer, allowing me to finally identify them:
The one walking on the far right is a level 43 berserker from the demon clan. He is slightly thinner than Niu Baiwan. The bronze armor on his body covers his left shoulder diagonally, tightly wrapping his left chest, entire left arm and lower abdomen, but his entire right shoulder and right arm are completely exposed, revealing the red thick muscles, showing his bravery and strength. A long-handled machete is inserted diagonally behind him - this is a relatively rare weapon. Because the handle is too long, it is difficult to swing freely, and the attack speed is also very slow. But if you underestimate it for this reason, its strong attack power and ultra-long attack range will definitely make you suffer.
According to legend, the demon race is an evil race with a serious imbalance in gender ratio. Perhaps driven by the race's nature of pursuing powerful strength and satisfying the desire for destruction, the male members of this race are far more than the female members, with a population ratio of almost six to one, which makes the chance of males in this race to get a spouse very slim, and the pressure of racial reproduction is very huge. This special situation is clearly reflected in the name of this rough and reckless demon berserker. His name is: Male, famous undergraduate, urban household registration, healthy appearance, no bad habits, fixed housing, annual salary of 100,000.
Although this name is not as earth-shattering and long-winded as Niu Baiwan, it is also a rare long name. Although I don't quite understand what he means by "famous undergraduate" and "urban household registration", the meaning of "healthy and good-looking" is very clear. Obviously, the parents of this demon berserker were far-sighted and well-intentioned. As early as when he was born, he was given a clear mark of courtship by name, so that he won at the starting line in the cruel competition of racial reproduction.
Walking on the far left was a female vampire with slender cheeks and short purple hair. She had blue-black shiny eyeshadow painted around her eye sockets, her big eyes sparkling with a seductive luster, and her lower lip revealed two small white fangs. She was wearing a set of bright red leather armor, with two light rapiers inserted in reverse on her back and a silver moon harp hanging from her waist. Her outfit looked a bit out of place, and it was hard to guess what her profession was.
This is a level 44 sword dancer. Maybe this is the first time you have heard this name, and there is nothing to be ashamed of, because this is originally a rare profession.
Sword Dancer is a job transfer for the Bard. As a supporter of the beauty of art and the owner of the magic of music , the Bard also has three job transfer directions: those who sing the heroic group with high-spirited and inspiring voices will transfer to become "Northern Bards", using their heroic and passionate arias to inspire the potential of their combat partners and bless them with various auxiliary states; and those who like popular minor tunes and sing popular and light voices can transfer to "Clowns", using their singing to charm the enemy in battle, bless them with various unfavorable states, and make them slow and fragile.
When forming a team for adventure, both the "Northern Poet" and the "Clown" are very popular adventure professions. Although their own lethality is not strong, they can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the entire team through their own battle songs. If used properly, it will definitely achieve a good effect of one plus one being greater than two.
In comparison, the "Sword Dancer" is a lone ranger among the bards. Most of his battle songs only work on himself, improving his speed, strength and other statistics, but cannot help his teammates better. In addition, through the continuous deepening of his ability to understand music, the Sword Dancer has also mastered a rhythmic and melodious "sword dance" technique. They are a group of elegant warriors who can dance alone on the blade. Their understanding of kendo is unique. Any ordinary long sword in their hands will produce power beyond its own quality. Those legendary great sword dancers can even use a primary long sword that only adds five points of attack power to create greater destructive power than high-level magic weapons.
However, the reason why this female vampire became a sword dancer was probably not because she was guided by the God of Music, but because she was limited by her innate conditions and had to choose this job transfer that did not require chanting loudly.
Stuttering, out of tune, and forgetting words, this is her name. I have to say that it takes a lot of courage for a guy with such a name to choose a bard as his profession. And when this guy is a woman, this courage can only be described as "fierce".
Walking among them was a level 44 necromancer, whose name was "This person is dead. Burn paper if you have any questions" - a name that was very suitable for the dead. His aqua blue magic robe and a long staff that occasionally sprinkled some ice crystals showed that he was a wizard who specialized in ice magic, just like Feiyin.
They didn't just have these three weird names on their heads. Under each of their names, there was a long string of identical red characters: Tough, Red, and Special, Strict Law Enforcement, Violators Will Be Punished, Doomsday Empire, Blighted Land, Town Management, Bound-foot Red Armband Patrol Team. It took me a long time to realize that this was probably the name of the same guild they belonged to - it was really a shocking guild name.
These three adventurers from the Withered Land are gradually approaching. I'm afraid that in another two or three minutes, they will be able to discover our presence.
"What should we do?" I looked at the two companions beside me and asked them in a low voice.
"What is there to think about? Just kill them all first!" Changgong Sheri licked his lips excitedly, and his fleshy face covered with a long brown beard couldn't help but show a sinister smile.
For the fanatical and warlike dwarven believers, this obvious question is not worth thinking about. Not to mention that there are only three enemies in front, even if there are thirty or three hundred enemies coming this way, this reckless war maniac will definitely rush forward with a stick and beat them wildly without hesitation until his magic power is exhausted... uh... of course... in the end he will be beaten to death.
Niu Baiwan did not rush to make a decision. Instead, he borrowed my "telescope" again, observed the three people for a while, and then returned the "telescope" to me, scratching his head embarrassedly.
"The three of them...are three or four levels lower than us..." Niu Baiwan bowed his head reverently...
...then he excitedly lifted his obsidian pillar onto his shoulders, his face filled with a cheerful expression of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Look, this is the true face of the most holy, noblest and most graceful "Knight among Knights" on the continent of Falvi. Sometimes I even suspect that if the warriors of the Withered Land were half as evil as this guy, the continent of Falvi might have been razed to the ground by them long ago.
We couldn't wait to rush towards the three unlucky guys who came to our doorstep. In our hearts, we had already regarded them as soft persimmons that could be squeezed at will - it was not that we underestimated the enemy. For these air travelers, the difference of three or four levels meant a great advantage in soul power. We had a great advantage in terms of attack power, defense power and vitality. What's more, based on our observations just now, we also had a big advantage in equipment level. If we lost in this situation, it would be really terrible.
As expected, the three guys from the Doomsday Empire were completely thrown into disarray when they saw us suddenly appear, and they frantically put up a resistance posture. It was obvious that they had little combat experience, and the thinly armored magician actually stood in the front, while the berserker and sword dancer stood clumsily behind the magician, without any awareness of defending their comrades from the attack.
With the help of my combat boots "Footprints of the Wind Elves", I rushed to the front, raised my sword, and killed the sword dancer with a "mighty charge".
Seeing me approaching, the vampire chick quickly sang a short war song in a low voice. Her voice was ethereal and vague, but it sounded very pleasant to the ear. She didn't stutter or forget the lyrics at all. It turned out that her terrible name was completely unworthy of her.
Following the melody of the song, the sword dancer's body swayed gently. Although I was hostile to her, I had to admit that her dancing was quite graceful, her soft waist twisted rhythmically, moving all the muscles in her body, like a graceful flower swaying in the wind.
As her dancing postures continued to change, the sword dancer's body underwent a miraculous transformation. In my eyes, her originally clear body gradually became blurred, and there seemed to be a swaying shadow behind her, as if a layer of charming gauze was attached to her body, floating up.
This skill is the whirling dance, which can improve one's agility during combat and create afterimages of the body while dancing, increasing the chance of dodging enemy attacks.
However, fighting skills cannot make up for the difference in soul level between us. I stabbed with my sword, and blood still splattered everywhere. The female vampire immediately lost more than 100 points of life. She screamed in pain and swung her two swords to fight back against me fiercely.
The swordsmanship of the sword dancer was indeed quite unique. No matter how fierce the vampire's attack was, he could always maintain a graceful posture, blending a trace of artistic beauty into the brutal battle. In just a short moment, I was hit by three swords in a row on my shoulder, elbow and left rib.
However , without enough attack power to back me up, her fierce attack was nothing more than a show of force that was useless to me. At most, it could only cause a few superficial injuries, and was not threatening enough. Relying on the solid armor and strong defense, I opened my stance and attacked her rudely. With an absolute advantage in strength, this unreasonable and rogue style of play is exactly the most effective. After three or five rounds, I firmly grasped the initiative of the battle. The vampire sword dancer could only rely on his agility to temporarily get rid of my attack and drink a bottle of life potion, so that he could barely continue to fight.
"Jeffreytz, you are such a shameless guy, bullying a girl who is three levels lower than you!" Niu Baiwan laughed at me loudly while swinging a hammer stone and happily smashing it at the demon berserker in front of him - this cheap bull is more than four levels higher than this poor demon who is crazy about his wife and even has courtship information written all over his name. I really don't understand what grounds he has to accuse me of being "shameless" so righteously.
Just as Niu Baiwan was distracted and yelling at me, the demon berserker roared, and a strong force burst out from his body. In an instant, his originally thick and strong muscles immediately became even bigger, and his blood vessels were dilated and full of strength. His originally dark brown eyeballs became hot and red, as if they were about to drip blood.
"Come on, I'll die with you!" The demon berserker shouted and pounced on Niu Baiwan. The long-handled machete in his hand was dancing vigorously, and his attack speed was obviously increased a lot.
The main reason why the Berserker is called a "Berserker" is that he must be able to master the Berserker's signature skill - "Berserk". Once this skill is used, the Berserker's already amazingly , and the speed will also be greatly enhanced. Of course, they must also pay a price for this short-term strength. During the Berserk period, their defense will be greatly reduced.
The demon berserker entered a violent state and slashed at Niu Baiwan fiercely with the machete in his hand, hoping that his powerful skills could reverse the unfavorable situation. He didn't expect that when he raised the machete to chop, Niu Baiwan quickly recited a spell, then raised his left hand, and a layer of golden sacred magic light immediately covered his whole body.
"Puff!" The machete hit the light shield heavily, making a broken friction sound, but failed.
Niu Baiwan was unharmed.
"I forgot to tell you..." Niu Baiwan took advantage of the Berserker's weak defense and swung the obsidian pillar to smash it. While smashing it, he said with a sly grin , "...Actually, I'm a Paladin!"
Among the three enemies, the most depressed one was probably the Undead magician. When he encountered Longbow Shooting Sun, his previous experience in fighting against spellcasters was completely useless. I guess this was the first time in his life that he encountered a believer who chased him and swung a stick to hit people. Unfortunately, the attack speed of this dwarf was beyond common sense. He didn't dare to use any magic that took a little longer to prepare, for fear that Longbow Shooting Sun would seize the opportunity to hit him in the face.
Finally, the necromancer "This person is dead. Burn paper if you have anything to do" seized a rare opportunity and used a "freeze spell" to freeze Changgong Sheri in place. Just as he was about to distance himself and use long-range attack spells to kill this violent believer, Changgong Sheri crossed his hands in front of his chest, chanted a spell loudly, and a magic lightsaber full of holy power came out of his hand, chasing the necromancer's ass and shot over. This is exactly the most powerful attack spell of ordinary believers: "God's Blade".
Whether it was long-range attack or melee, the longbow shooter could handle it all and beat the undead wizard into completely losing his temper.
This was a completely unfair battle. We had an overwhelming advantage from the beginning. If everything continued in this trend, it wouldn't be long before we would declare our victory with a massacre. Just as we were immersed in the generous enthusiasm brought by the battle and imagined the pleasure and glory after the victory, there seemed to be an abnormal fluctuation in the air behind me. A cool breeze brushed my neck, which made me suddenly feel a warning.
