Chapter 221: Swift Kill
Not far outside the Royal Residence was a Garden. On the huge Grassland within, I stood quietly to one side, confronting the three Class Changers opposite me. The thick, dry, cold night enveloped the entire Garden. Around us, only the biting cold wind sweeping across the Grassland rustled, making the scene feel particularly desolate and chilling.
From the moment I walked out of the Royal Residence Door, the three people opposite me never stopped monitoring me. Even if I made any Movement other than walking, they, who were following closely behind, would probably rush up without hesitation. Really, they already had the Advantage in Number of People, was it necessary to be so cautious? You should at least learn a little from the arrogant and overbearing attitude of the villains in Novels.
However, hmph hmph, luckily I was prepared.
"Excuse me, Your Excellency the Druid, how exactly should we 'chat'?" The Assassin opposite spoke first. What was even more annoying was that while he was speaking, the Necromancer beside him had already thrown out several Animal Corpses and was muttering incantations. Needless to say, he was preparing to cast Summon Skeleton. They really weren't willing to waste even a single point of Time.
However, I also needed a little Time. So, while I watched with interest as the first pale Skeleton, holding a Scythe, slowly stood up from the Dirt, I replied.
"Isn't that question redundant? Haven't you already decided?"
Judging from the Skeleton's appearance, the Level of Skeleton Mastery should be between Level 3 and 5. It seems this gentleman is a Necromancer who favors the Summoning Skill Tier...
"However, I'm very curious, how did you know I was a Druid?" I thought my current attire wasn't enough for someone to recognize my Class at a glance.
"The smell, a unique smell. Druids who often deal with Wild Beasts always have a special scent on their Body." The Assassin smiled, pointing to his nose.
So that's it. Is this the so-called Gap in Experience? Or perhaps this Assassin gentleman's nose structure is particularly special?
"It's my turn to ask."
The Assassin crossed his hands, revealing a curious Gaze. At this moment, the Necromancer had already Summoned the second Skeleton.
"I'm very curious about your current calm and composed Attitude. I estimate your Level is also around Level 20. Are you confident you can defeat three Class Changers of the same Level?"
"Confidence? Perhaps. Maybe I have Companions ambushing the Surroundings." I smiled mysteriously.
"I somewhat expected that, but you might not know. When you appeared, I already circled the Surroundings and didn't find anyone else's Existence." He shrugged his shoulders confidently.
"Furthermore, as a Druid, you haven't even Summoned your own Summons. I'm very curious, is it Confidence, or arrogance, or perhaps. You're simply here courting death."
"Ah, really, I actually forgot."
I showed an annoyed Expression: "Is it still not too late?"
"What do you think?" The Assassin smiled at me. At some unknown point, two Fist Swords had been placed on his palms. Their blade edges, thin as cicada wings, shimmered with a snow-like Glow in the night.
By this time, the Necromancer had already Summoned six Skeletons, three of which were shimmering with faint Magic Light. This was the Necromancer's Tier 3 Skill - Summon Skeleton Mage. The Stats of the Summoned Skeleton Mages were random. Judging from the Glow on these three Skeleton Mages before me, one should have Ice Attribute Damage and could cast Ice Bolt, while the other two had Lightning Damage and could fire Charged Bolt. The Necromancer seemed very satisfied with the random Stats of these three Skeleton Mages. He looked at these three Magic Light-shimmering Skeletons as if they were treasures, and a strange Smile involuntarily appeared on his gloomy face.
"Oh dear, it seems I have to make Plans to escape." I scratched my Head awkwardly.
"Aren't you going to care about the people inside?"
"My own Life is more important."
"It seems you have some charming points. How about it, join our Party? Forget about that idiotic dream of Saving Sanctuary, I really don't understand. Why do you have to Battle for those idiots?"
The Barbarian beside him heard me say this. He immediately showed a simple and honest Expression of excitement, as if I had already agreed.
"That's right. I also don't want to Battle for idiots, but unfortunately, my mom taught me from a young age not to go to places with few people. Didn't your moms teach you that?" I looked at the three of them, a playful Smile appearing on my face.
"What a loving mother. Don't worry, I'll send you to Hell to reunite with her."
Perhaps my words stimulated a nerve in him. The Assassin's sharp pupils slightly narrowed, and he could no longer suppress his Killing Intent.
Want to find my mom? Uh, that's probably difficult. Not only would you have to Transmigration back to my original world, but you'd also have to find her at King Yama's place. To put it vividly, that's like long-distance plus roaming, incredibly expensive.
By this time, the Necromancer had already Summoned the final Clay Golem and cast Bone Armor on himself. Ai ai, truly cautious. Are you perhaps afraid that your two Companions can't stop one Druid?
"One last word for you: after you reincarnate in your next Life, remember to be an Ordinary Person."
After speaking, the Assassin and Barbarian rushed up with a pincer Attack from both sides, roaring. The Necromancer also controlled his six Skeletons to form a Formation, protecting himself and the Skeleton Mages both front and back. With a Large Hand wave, he likely used his last bit of power to throw Amplify Damage at me. And the Skeleton Mages' hands also began to flash with dazzling Glow.
"As a courtesy, I'll also give you a random word of advice. If you're still an Assassin in your next Life, remember to leave some leeway in your search range. Don't take things too much for granted."
Facing their surging Attack, I said with a slight Smile. My Figure, however, didn't Pause at all. I simply rolled on the Dirt. Uh, it's been a long time since I used this lazy donkey roll move. It's still so effective.
Perhaps feeling certain of victory, the Necromancer cast Amplify Damage very casually. So I easily escaped the Spell's area of effect. My Figure rapidly expanded, my Clothes constantly undergoing Fusion with my Body, and my face gradually taking on a Wild Beast Stance.
Werebear Transformation.
Under the surprised Gaze of the Assassin and Barbarian, I grinned at them with my bear mouth and clearly and forcefully said four words, pointing at the Necromancer behind them.
"Airdrop Encirclement..."
The next moment, Ghost-like Shadows suddenly appeared in the Void and landed around the Necromancer at the very back. The tall Figures instantly submerged his withered, stick-like Body.
By the time their eyes adjusted to these Ghosts that appeared out of thin Air, they realized these Ghosts were five snow-white Giant Wolves. Their synchronized Movement seemed as if they had been tempered a thousand times. Without Pause, they arched their upper Bodies, raising their ten front Claws high in unison, then letting them slide down with a mournful sound of Air. The sharp whistling was like the whisper of the Death God, pouncing down from above the Necromancer's Head.
When the sharp Claws touched the layer of White Bones Armor surrounding the Necromancer's Body, they made a fragile sound and were instantly torn apart. The Necromancer's Bone Armor was like a piece of low-quality white paper, not even having the Qualification to make these giant Claws Pause.
The Necromancer, whose Life and Defense ranked among the lowest of the Seven Major Classes, had his Body forcefully pressed into the Dirt like tattered cotton by the overwhelming giant Claws after his Bone Armor shattered. His entire Body was deeply embedded in the mud. Blood spurted from his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. His pupils were wide open, Incredulous. His Life immediately fell into a critical state. If he hadn't been Bind by the Rules, where the Body cannot be destroyed before Life is depleted, he would have already been torn into pieces.
"Roar—"
The Ghost Wolves in Battle knew nothing of mercy or holding back. Once they had the upper hand, they roared and launched their second round of Attack without Pause. Their sharp, hooked Claws, like eagle beaks, and their giant mouths, which opened wider than a washbasin, went in together...
"Tear—" That was the sound of Flesh and Blood separating. "Crack—" That was the mournful sound of Bone breaking and shattering. After the second round of Attack fell, the five Giant Wolves stopped. They quietly turned their Heads back, locking onto the other two people with sinister Gazes.
There weren't many ways to make the Ghost Wolves stop Attacking, unless it was their Master's Command, or... the Target had been achieved!
Behind the Ghost Wolves, where the Necromancer had originally stood, a shallow pit appeared. A large amount of warm Blood and chunks of flesh flowed within. The Necromancer, who had just been smiling sinisterly, now had his Head rolling alone inside, carrying the bewildered Expression he had before Death. It rolled a few times on the Grassland with a clattering sound before coming to rest. His headless Body was a bloody mess, with bright red internal organs slowly oozing out with the warm Blood. What was most shocking was the entire Body—from the chest down to the thighs, it had been irregularly torn in half. Needless to say, this Fatal Blow was caused by Light Snow , who had the strongest Attack Power among them.
From the very beginning, I had already ambushed Light Snow and the others in the Surroundings. Whether it was Monsters Summoned by a Druid or a Necromancer, they couldn't go far from their Master. Once they left a certain Distance, they would automatically disappear. The Assassin was too confident. He just searched within this range as a matter of course, but he didn't know that my Summons were not ordinary summons. The Distance they could leave me was several times that of an ordinary Druid's.