Søren didn't hesitate at all.
When the dark tentacles entangled the enemies near Gloria, he quickly pulled out his scimitar and retreated. The scimitar drew a cold light and beheaded the enemies that were entangled by the dark tentacles. Wizards would never be the main damage output. They could only remember a small number of large-scale destructive spells. Even the real damage spells were only single-target fatal spells like Finger of Death. In a battle, the melee professions were always responsible for the last hit. It was better to control the enemy and let the warrior slash them with his scimitar instead of dealing damage.
More and more enemies appeared in the vicinity.
The number of enemies was completely beyond Søren's estimation. Even Gloria's expression became dignified. She said in a deep voice, "My spell slots can't deal with so many enemies."
The number of enemies was more than a hundred.
All of them were creatures above grade 2. They were believers of the God of Hunting and were much stronger than the guards of Whiterun.
The believers of the gods must have stronger fighting abilities. If the God of Hunting hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, perhaps there would have been existences among these monsters that could use divine spells. The power of the weak gods was not enough. They were weakened a lot before the Time of Troubles. They would only grant divine spells to their core believers and priests. Other believers who were not valued would lose the ability to use divine spells. These monsters held hunting rituals to awaken the gods' attention. As long as they proved their value, the God of Hunting might regard them as more useful believers and grant them divine spells.
Those worthless believers would be deprived of their divine spells because the power of the God of Hunting was also declining!
The Time of Troubles.
All the gods' divinity level was declining. When their divinity level was exhausted, they would fall to the mortal world. The weaker the gods, the faster they would fall. Only when the energy storm of the Time of Troubles was over would they regain their divinity level and return to the Kingdom of the Gods. The gods who walked in the mortal world were saints. They didn't have divinity levels. They only retained their initial profession level, so some of them were very weak. Some of them relied on luck to ascend to godhood. Their own strength was not very strong. They were only around the high-grade legendary level. They relied on their divinity level to break through to a total level of more than 40.
This was why there had been cases of weaker deities killing stronger deities. The reason for this was that after losing their Divine Cores, the difference in strength between the two parties would not be too great.
However, when the gods descended to the mortal world as saints, their average attributes were basically above 25 points. Even without the power brought by the level of divinity, the difference in their attributes could completely crush any mortal. A small number of powerful deities could reach up to 50 points in their attributes. When faced with the Goddess of Magic who had 50 points of Intelligence, even legendary wizards would feel that their spells were like sideshows! Among the Abyssal Demon Gods, they were known for their strength. It was no joke for them to be able to move mountains and fill seas with their bare hands!
…
There were more and more believers of the God of Hunting.
Søren realized the severity of the situation. Gloria's Spell Slots could not handle so many enemies. Just as he was about to cover Gloria's escape, a loud howl came from behind. Then, the Elven Ranger rushed out. He looked very embarrassed. There were seven or eight bloodstains on his body. His handsome face was torn by sharp claws. He was almost completely disfigured. He was holding a long sword in his hand, and the way he held the sword was very strange. Upon closer inspection, one of his fingers was broken.
It seemed that his little finger was bitten off by some beast!
When the Elven Ranger saw Søren and the others, his eyes immediately showed a look of surprise. Then, his expression became vicious. He suddenly leaped and left the hunters behind him, who were obviously much stronger. At the same time, he quickly approached them. It turned out that he was the target of the believers of the God of Hunting. Behind him, there were obviously more powerful hunters and trackers.
A group of monsters gave up on Søren and the others and rushed toward the Elven Ranger in front of them!
This was the most important goal.
They must not let the Elven Ranger in front of them escape. Otherwise, this hunting ritual would be considered a failure.
"Death's Fear!"
The Elven Ranger did not make any casting movements, not even a spell. He raised his hand and a light appeared. Then, a wave of Fear aura exploded among the enemies blocking the way. This was not a divine spell that could be used by high-grade Rangers, nor was it an arcane spell cast by Wizards. It was a special spell-like ability. It might be a talent that the Elven Ranger had!
A large number of creatures froze in place.
Then, many of them showed fear on their faces, as if something terrible was happening. They fled in panic in all directions.
There were even a small number of enemies who turned blue and died on the spot!
They were scared to death!!!
The Elven Ranger scattered the enemies in front of him with Fear. Then, he suddenly sped up and rushed over, getting closer and closer to Søren.
"Damn it!"
Søren's expression was very ugly for a moment. Gloria next to him also looked dignified. Because just a spell-like attack, they were sure of the identity of the Elven Ranger in front of them.
"Son of Fear!"
Other than the son of the Dread Lord, they really could not think of anyone else who could cast Fear at will and achieve the effect of scaring the enemy to death.
A Gnoll whose whole body was dark like a shadow appeared. It stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked the corner of its mouth. Its metal claws flashed a cold light. It grinned and said, "The flesh of the son of Fear is really extraordinary! I felt an exuberant life force! Maybe after the ritual is completed and we kill him, we can have a good meal ourselves! "
The majestic hybrid Orc strode out of the forest, carrying a giant battle axe that weighed nearly two hundred pounds in its hand. It roared, "He is the prey for my Lord. After the ritual is completed, we can decide what to do with his body."
Søren clenched his curved sword and stared fiercely at the Elven Ranger who was getting closer and closer.
The Elven Ranger's purpose was very vicious!
He actually intended to lead these hunters to them. Søren's murderous intent was very strong. He said, "When he gets close, you find a way to control him. I'll be responsible for killing him!"
Gloria nodded gently. Her eyes were also full of murderous intent.
Killing this guy might make the hunters stop attacking. Even if the possibility was not high, it was worth a try. Besides, this guy was definitely not running towards them with good intentions. The Elven Ranger was getting closer and closer, but stopped before entering the range of Gloria's spell. He jumped to a high place and then shouted to the believers in all directions, "I'm not the only Son of Fear! The little girl over there is also a Son of Fear! "
"I don't believe it!"
"Look over there."
He seemed to have activated some special ability. He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Søren.
A wave of Fear Aura burst out!
Many terrible scenes appeared in Søren's mind. There were mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and piles of bones. There were also all kinds of cruel and horrible scenes. However, how could his will be so easily shaken? It only took a moment for him to suppress this feeling of fear. At the same time, a series of data flashed in front of his eyes.
"You are affected by Fear Aura!"
"Test of Will triggered! … Successfully passed [Death Fright]! … Successfully resisted the effect of Fear! … "
…
Gloria's Will was obviously very high. She was only a little startled and quickly recovered.
But what everyone did not expect was!
Vivian, who was standing behind Gloria, suddenly trembled all over. Then her eyes suddenly widened, and her cute little face was pale. Her face seemed to be slightly blue because of fear, as if she was trying to suppress something. When her emotions accumulated to a certain limit, she suddenly let out a very sharp scream!
— — "Ah!!!"
An invisible sound wave spread, and the first to bear the brunt was Søren. His ears were buzzing, and traces of blood were oozing out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Then there was Gloria, who was standing next to him. Her face was very pale, as if some kind of spell had been activated. Suddenly, a flash of light protected her in it. Her figure swayed and almost fell to the ground.
The terrible sound wave spread out.
The nearby Malar believers fell in batches like wheat being cut down. At least half of them died directly under the sound wave. All the others were bleeding from their seven orifices, and their figures were obviously shaking. The only ones who were not affected much were the powerful hunters. They were grade 4 professions. This level of attack could only hurt them, but it was not fatal.
The Elven Ranger showed a vicious smile on his face and said, "Did you see that? She is also a Child of Fear! "
"It seems that the two people around her are a little weak. The Children of Fear that have just awakened are very weak. Why don't you kill them first? It should be easier to kill them than to kill me, right? "
The dark Gnoll showed a sneer. After glancing at the prey in front of him, he said with a ferocious expression, "I like your vicious heart!"
"But if we offer two Children of Fear as sacrifices, we will definitely be rewarded by our Lord!"
…
An invisible sound wave spread rapidly, and all the beasts within a five-kilometer radius seemed to be greatly frightened, and all of them frantically fled in all directions.
In an ancient cave, a Druil who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.
He slowly stood up. As an Elf, he was unusually tall and strong, like a solid rock. He walked out of the cave with heavy steps, looked at the chaotic forest in the distance, and murmured, "Who scared them?!"
An eagle fell from the sky. After it landed, it turned into the figure of a Druil. It humbly lowered its head and said, "Your Excellency Earth Walker!"
Farther away.
Somewhere in a dark underground secret room, the black-robed priest on the altar suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were shining, and he said fanatically, "The first Child of Fear has awakened!"
"Let the Hand of Despair go! Find him at all costs! "
Time froze at this moment.
Søren's eyes suddenly became bloodshot. That was because the burst of power in his body made his blood surge. His heart accelerated to the limit in an instant. His kidney secreted crazily, and the excessive congestion turned his pupils into a blood-red color. His face was a little distorted, and his expression was very ferocious. His originally injured body began to gradually recover. As a large amount of Slaughter EXP was consumed, his injuries became lighter and lighter. His figure also became more and more blurred, as if he was about to disappear in the shadows.
Behind him, Søren's shadow was distorted!
The next moment.
He rushed toward the Elven Ranger in front of him, and his figure disappeared out of thin air. The entire material plane also completely lost track of him in this second!
— — "Shadow Plane Travel!"
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(PS: This chapter was written very slowly. It took me a long time to edit it, so the update is half an hour late. Two updates today, more updates tomorrow.)
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