## Chapter 223: Annihilation
What should I do now? As I observed the Barbarian's jumping trajectory, I began to consider using the Sorceress Skill attached to the Divine Language Staff - Blizzard? Although it could indeed freeze the opponent's movements, unfortunately, I wasn't a professional Sorceress, and I had no confidence in hitting the Barbarian in this situation. If I missed, it would make the opponent wary, and I wouldn't have another chance later.
Like last time with Er Dun, prepare Frozen Armor and release it the moment the opponent attacks in melee? That was possible, but I couldn't be sure the Barbarian would actively engage in melee combat. His wariness towards me had probably reached a degree where approaching within ten meters of me would be considered dangerous.
As I was deep in thought, Took charged towards me. I had still underestimated his courage. The Barbarian Tribe was famous for being warlike, and they were particularly fond of close-quarters Melee Combat. Asking him to Dodge while using Ranged Attack from afar to engage the Enemy was worse than killing him.
I hadn't anticipated this. So when the Barbarian approached, facing the Axe that tore through the air, it was completely too late to cast Frozen Armor. Damn it, I Roared, raised my large palm, and slapped towards him fiercely, unwilling to show weakness.
"Clang—"
My arm intersected with the Axe. My Claws only left a few shallow marks on the Barbarian's Body, but I was forced back several steps again by the opponent. The high-frequency vibration from the Axe spread from the Wound, directly Shocking the nerves in my Brain, making my Head feel like it would split, and my Body immediately fell into a Stun state.
The Barbarian's Tier 3 Skill - Stun.
Before Light Snow , who was nearby, could charge up, Took licked his lips, still unsatisfied, and reluctantly Leaped away.
"Whoosh—"
I took a deep breath. My powerful Physique allowed me to recover from the Stun state not long after. Looking at Took, who was constantly moving rapidly, I could only sigh. Barbarians truly were Battle Experts. Facing a Barbarian in Melee Combat now, I had absolutely no ability to fight back. Whether it was Strength, Skill, timing, or Battle Intuition, I couldn't compete with the opponent.
I had originally wanted to take this opportunity to clash with the Barbarian to gain more Melee Combat Experience. It seemed completely impossible. I said with a bitter self-mocking Smile, a Druid trying to play Melee Combat with a Barbarian of a higher Level than himself was completely one-sided. At most, I would only gain Experience from being beaten.
It seemed there was no need to hold back. Lightly exhaling a turbid breath, I tightly locked onto the Barbarian's Ghost-like Figure. Not choosing to escape at the beginning was the biggest, and also the final, mistake he would make in this life.
The Barbarian's Leap was certainly useful, but it wasn't without its Weaknesses. First, the Barbarian's Mana was the lowest among all Classes. Although Leap didn't consume much Mana, constantly using it resulted in a considerable Consumption. Coupled with the Shout he used once, a Double Throw, and a Stun Skill, unless he replenished with Rejuvenation Potion, even if he kept drinking Mana Potion, he wouldn't keep up with the Consumption. I estimated that Took's Mana was almost depleted by now. He probably also knew that there was no Hope of killing me. The remaining Mana would at most only allow for one more brief Attack.
And the second point, which was the most fatal one— Although the Barbarian's Jump Skill could give them Speed comparable to High-Level Assassins, they could never possess the flexibility of Assassins. Their Speed was fast, but they lacked agility, making the Barbarian's movement trajectory extremely easy to guess and capture. Especially when in the air, a Barbarian unable to move their Body flexibly was simply the best Target for a Ranged Attacker. Although I, a part-time Sorceress who couldn't even be considered amateur, couldn't aim with Blizzard, it didn't mean I had no Method to bring him down.
Having made a decision, I secretly gave Light Snow , who was standing nearby, a Command. It immediately took silent steps, slowly retreating like a Ghost, its Figure gradually disappearing into the Jungle behind it.
I had to hurry. Kill him before the Barbarian escaped. I took a deep breath and began to move slowly around the Barbarian. The other four Ghost Wolves also scattered, slowly moving while staring intently at the Barbarian's Figure with the Gaze of predators watching their Prey. The Poison Creeper, meanwhile, plunged underground, its whereabouts unknown.
Our actions immediately drew Took's attention. He warily watched me and the Ghost Wolves. To avoid a Sneak attack from the Poison Creeper underground, he Leaped more frequently. Seeing his Mana gradually running out, he desperately drank a Mana Potion for the third time, seemingly planning a final Attack.
However, Took, who had focused all his attention on us, made a fatal oversight. He didn't notice that only four Ghost Wolves were actively moving in the area. The other Ghost Wolf, whose fur was even whiter, Physique even larger, and which exerted the most Pressure on him, had disappeared.
There was an opportunity.
As he moved, he stared intently at me, while his Corner of the Eye caught the movements of the other Ghost Wolves. In that instant, he seized an opportunity. At this moment, Time seemed to stop. The movement trajectories of everyone clearly appeared in his Brain. Then, the Experience gained from countless Battles provided the answer.
He estimated the size of the Grassland and the Distance between them in his Brain, and then reached a conclusion. In the next moment, the other Ghost Wolves would maintain the furthest Distance from their Master. Even the closest one would likely take several seconds to arrive.
In other words, what lay before him was the best, and perhaps the last, opportunity. Looking at his dwindling Mana, Took gritted his teeth, suddenly let out a Roar, and charged forward like a cannonball. In his Brain, he constantly Pondered various possibilities—the opponent might use that strange encirclement Skill again, but he firmly believed that with the Storm Attack he had comprehended from countless Battles, once he latched onto the opponent, the Druid would absolutely have no spare Time to cast Skills.
Of course, he didn't rule out the possibility that the strange vine was lurking beneath his feet, but Took still had Confidence that he wouldn't be Bound by it. As for Toxin, although the Barbarian's Spell Resistance was low, it wasn't so weak that he would die after being bitten a few times by the Druid's Poison Creeper.
After speculating on various possibilities, Took let out another firm Roar, clearing all distractions from his Brain. His Brain was clear. Yes, that strange Method that had caused his two Companions to die without intact bodies within seconds had already made him lose Confidence and left an indelible shadow deep within his heart. So even if he couldn't kill the opponent, he had to make the opponent suffer as much as possible, and then regain his Confidence. Otherwise, he would never be able to hold his Head high for the rest of his life. This was the main reason that compelled him to stay and Battle.
Yes, there was nothing to Fear. In fact, he was just a piece of Junk who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He just didn't know what despicable Method he had used to kill his two Companions. Took revealed a Smile. His face, covered in tattoos, looked incredibly hideous and twisted.
Then, he saw a Smile.
What kind of Smile was that? He remembered clearly. The moment before the Necromancer was brutally killed by that strange encirclement Skill, his face had also revealed such a Smile, and he had softly spoken a few words. Then, the Necromancer died.
And when the Assassin was entangled by that strange vine, he still charged forward with such a Smile on his face. Then, the Assassin also died.
That terrifying Smile, in his mind, was like the Death God's Scythe. It had left an indelible shadow in his mind. Yet, now he was revealing such a Smile towards himself.
Took's hideous face, which had still carried determination and Confidence a moment ago, suddenly showed an Expression of panic and confusion. The two contradictory Expressions made him look incredibly strange, as if his face had been deformed.
His Instinct for survival made him desperately try to restrain his Figure, hoping to stop and leave. To get far away from this Demon. Even if he had to live in the shadows or in Nightmare from now on, or even choose the most cowardly suicide, he didn't want to face this Demon again.
Unfortunately, the full-force charge filled with Confidence a moment ago made it impossible for Took the Barbarian, whose Body was already not very flexible, to control his current Speed at all—he was still moving towards the Abyss of Death. Getting closer and closer to that Demon. The faint Smile on his face was as if it was announcing his Death sentence.
"Yaaaah—!!!"
When the Fear in Took's heart reached its peak, he suddenly went mad, waving the Dual Axes in his hands, gathering all the Strength in his Body, and then raising them high, raising them high...
Just then, he suddenly felt a flicker in his Corner of the Eye. Deep within the Jungle beside him, a dazzling ball of Light, seemingly substantial, flashed. Waves of White Light emanated from the Light ball like a Storm, sweeping the Surroundings into chaos. The next moment, he felt his entire Body enveloped by a mass of White Light. His Body felt light, as if flying on the Wind, flying so high, so far.
"Boom—"
Was this the legendary cannon firing at a mosquito? Although using a mosquito to describe the Barbarian's Physique was a bit inappropriate, when I saw Light Snow 's Radiant Fury Strike hit dead center, such an absurd thought couldn't help but arise in my heart.
However, there was one point where I was completely mistaken— Light Snow 's Radiant Fury Strike was not only astonishing in Presence, but its explosive impact was also quite considerable. When it hit the Barbarian, it was already less than three meters away from me. Therefore, I, naturally wearing a Smile that hadn't had Time to fully turn into panic and regret, was instantly swallowed by the aftermath of the explosion. Amidst that tear-streaked Smile, my Body floated and flew up, and then violently plunged Headfirst into a pile of Grass in the Distance.
"Don't show off, showing off gets you struck by lightning." Although the saying goes like that, I just struck an Expert pose, did it have to be like this? Pulling my Brain out from where it was deeply embedded in the mud, covered in mud and withered Grass, I dizzily raised my Head high. I couldn't help but sigh about how ill-fated my Destiny was, oh so ill-fated.
Where was the Barbarian? Shaking off the weeds on my Body like a drenched Dog, I suddenly stood up, looking around, searching for the Target's whereabouts. This was an Abnormal Attack that had once blasted the Minor Boss Level Radament into a Magic-reinforced Wall! Even if someone told me the Barbarian had been blasted out of the Palace's range, I probably wouldn't be surprised.