Although Lin Li still did not know what method she had used, one thing was certain — the heavy footsteps just now were definitely an illusion created by her in some way. There was no Silver Storm at all, nor was there any level-15 Gryphon. From the beginning to the end, it was just this beautiful captain's self-play.
The chips in her hands were at best those few archers …
This woman was really brave. She actually dared to rush into the inn to save people with only eight archers. In the inn just now, the people from the Rising Sun Mercenary Corp could be said to be strong and well-trained. There was Rode, who was level-12, and a group of level-nine and level-10 subordinates. Moreover, outside the inn, there was also a figure close to an Archmage eyeing them covetously.
As long as there was a slight mistake in the middle, the whole army would be wiped out immediately.
But she had done it, and she had done it very successfully …
The seemingly strong and sturdy Rising Sun Mercenary Corps was swept clean in a short while. Including the thief Rode, none of the nineteen people who had come upstairs could escape. All of them were lying in a pool of blood in disorder.
"Hank, go and get everyone. We must rush to the Fire Plume Ridge tonight." Serena instructed Hank and the others while wiping the blood on her sword.
"We're not resting in Blackhills Town anymore?" Hank was stunned.
"Thuzadin will be back soon. If you don't mind him chatting with you, you can also rest here …" Serena took out a rope from her backpack and slowly lowered it along the window. She was still muttering to herself, "Anyway, I do mind …"
"Thuzadin is still here?" When Hank heard this, he was so scared that his hair stood on end. His face was full of panic.
"I had someone lead him away just now. I reckon it won't be long before he comes back …" Serena's pretty face froze halfway through her words. She looked at the stairway and pursed her lips. "Uh … I mean, he's already back …"
As soon as Serena's voice fell, everyone felt a cold breath coming from the stairway. Thuzadin's way of walking was very strange. His steps were light and fast, and there was no sound at all. They could not see his legs moving, either. They could only see his black robe dragging on the ground, and his whole person floating up like a ghost …
Thuzadin stood at the end of the corridor and glanced at the pool of blood on the ground. There was still no expression on his pale face. No one knew what he was thinking now.
"Unfortunately, none of you can leave."
The moment Thuzadin appeared, the expression on Serena's face was simply wonderful. Like a thief who had been caught, she stared at him with her mouth agape and tongue tied for a long time. Finally, she squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "Ma … Magic Shooter Thuzadin, have you had dinner?"
"…" When the members of the Silver Hand heard this, they almost hit their heads on the wall.
"Captain Serena, cut the crap. You know what I'm here for."
"Actually, High Mage Thuzadin, what's the future of following Caledra? Why don't you just come to the Silver Hand? How can that idiotic mercenary corps compare with us? You're so old, yet you don't have a family. If you're willing to come to the Silver Hand, I'll take care of this matter. I'll introduce a few beauties to you some other day … What? You don't like beauties? How about handsome guys? What do you think of Hank …? "
Lin Li was dumbfounded. It was only then that he understood where Hank had learned those words from …
The expressions on everyone's faces were dull. Several members of the Silver Hands quickly turned their heads away. If they could, they really wanted to climb to the top of the inn and shout three times, "We don't know this woman!"
No one noticed that one of Serena's small hands had quietly reached behind her, and slowly grasped the hilt of the long sword …
"Sure, but it'll have to be next time." Thuzadin stretched out his skinny fingers. A slight electric arc flashed on his fingertips, and the long sword in Serena's hand fell to the floor with a "clang". "Besides, Captain Serena, it's not a good habit to take weapons when discussing business …"
Serena gritted her teeth. "Thuzadin, you've got guts!"
Thuzadin didn't say anything, and just pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a stiff smile. Coupled with his pale face, the smile looked really creepy. The power that was close to the level of an Archmage was too powerful. Thuzadin was just standing at the end of the corridor, and everyone felt a huge pressure.
The archers hiding in the room did not dare to move at all. With their strength, it was fine to sneak an attack on the frightened mercenaries, but if they wanted to sneak an attack on someone like Thuzadin, who was close to the level of an Archmage, it was no different from courting death. A casual magic from him would be enough to kill them several times …
"Mage Thuzadin …" Serena's eyes turned, and she wanted to struggle a few more words.
"Serena, you talk too much." But Thuzadin did not give her a chance at all. Just as Serena was about to speak, the black staff in Thuzadin's hand was raised high. In an instant, a violent magical wave was felt. The crystal at the top of the staff emitted a dazzling light, and Thuzadin's face turned pale.
Almost at the same time as Thuzadin's staff was raised, the eight archers hidden in the room also moved.
They had to move. Once a mage of Thuzadin's level got the rhythm under control, only death awaited them.
For a moment, the sound of bowstrings vibrating could be heard. A little cold light bloomed in the darkness, dazzling like the evening stars in the night sky.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "
Sharp piercing sounds rang out continuously, but what followed after was not the muffled sound of sharp arrows piercing into the body, but a series of 'ding ding dang dang dang' sounds that seemed to be the sound of metal clashing. Sharp arrows tore through the air, but encountered a patch of dense white bones. In an instant, sparks could be seen flying in all directions, and the sound of metal clashing lingered in the ears. In front of this impenetrable bone shield wall, the previously incomparably sharp arrows actually seemed so powerless.
"Necromancer!" At the sight of the white skeletal shield, even Lin Li's heart tightened. No wonder this guy's aura was so strange. It turned out to be a Necromancer, a distant relative of the Lich!
That was a profession rarer than dinosaurs …
Few mages were willing to give up mysterious knowledge and turn to the darkness to seek power. There was an essential difference between being buried in the laboratory all day and dealing with Undead creatures all day long. The former was admired, while the latter was spurned.
Lin Li was a little curious. What kind of reason would make a person give up elements and turn to the darkness?
Unfortunately, Thuzadin did not intend to tell him the reason for the time being.
Because Thuzadin was very busy. He was busy reciting a spell.
One of the biggest characteristics of a Necromancer was that the recitation time was very short.
It sounded urgent and fast, like a scream.
Thuzadin's scream was heard, and there was a muffled sound in the corridor. All of a sudden, blood and minced flesh splattered from where Rode had fallen, and engulfed two archers who had just come out of the room in an instant. The scene was too shocking. Flesh and blood splattered, like shrapnel embedded in the archers' bodies. They did not even have time to make a sound before they were blown up like a beehive.
"Corpse Explosion!" Even Lin Li did not expect this guy to be so ruthless. It seemed that he wanted to kill not only Serena, but all the people in the hotel …
There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. If he really used a chain of Corpse Explosion to blow them all up, not to mention the people in the corridor, even the hotel would be demolished by him.
It seemed that he could not watch the show any longer.
Taking advantage of the blood mist that obscured Thuzadin's sight, Lin Li quietly took a few steps back, and slowly removed the crossbow hanging on his back with one hand. He was more or less perturbed. Since his transmigration, this thing had not been used for a long time. It would be best if he did not miss it at this critical moment …
On the other side, Serena also picked up the long sword on the ground at the same time. Her whole body was surrounded by a silver flame. This was the Combat Energy unique to warriors above level-10. In Gerian's words, only warriors with Combat Energy could be regarded as real warriors. As for before that, they were just a group of boorish men with brute force.
What Combat Energy brought was not only the improvement of combat power, but also greatly enhanced the warrior's resistance to various magic. For example, some relatively low-level magic would even be directly absorbed by Combat Energy, and could not cause any harm to the warrior at all.
At this time, Serena's body was surrounded by silver Combat Energy, and her whole body seemed to be bathed in moonlight. The sharp long sword turned into a silver stream of light, and instantly split open a large area of white bones.
In the face of Serena's long sword, Thuzadin did not even bat an eyelid. He raised the magic staff in his hand high, and with a sharp and harsh chant, several corpses lying in a pool of blood suddenly moved. Although their movements seemed slow and stiff, when they stood up, they happened to block the gap that Serena had split open.
Compared to the Skeletal Shield Wall, these two corpses were undoubtedly more terrifying.
Fortunately, Serena was quick to react. As soon as the two corpses stood up, she hurriedly withdrew and retreated.
This was followed by two muffled bangs, and the two corpses exploded in the middle of the corridor. Blood and flesh splattered on the walls on both sides, and the heavy force made everyone's scalp tingle.
The Necromancer standing in the pile of corpses was like a warrior with a pocket full of Bull's Strength Potion. He was almost invincible under the same level.
What's more, Serena's Gryphon mount was not by her side now. In terms of pure personal strength, she was still a long way from Thuzadin, who was close to the level of an Archmage. As soon as the Serial Corpse Explosion came out, Serena was immediately blown up. If it were not for the protection of the silver Combat Energy, this Serial Corpse Explosion alone would have taken half of her life.
Hank and the others wanted to go up and help, but before they could rush up, they were already blocked by several corpses. The Necromancer standing in the pile of corpses was too terrifying. He could control the corpses to fight at will, and when needed, he could also blow these corpses up at any time. When three or four corpses made a Serial Corpse Explosion together, the power was probably not much inferior to the magic of a Magic Shooter.
"Seems like this fella really wants to tear the inn down …" Lin Li quietly moved a few steps back. After making sure that there were no corpses around, he carefully stopped in his tracks. He slowly removed the crossbow from his back, and inserted a Sun's Spike into the crossbow's groove.
After everything was ready, all Lin Li had to wait for was an opportunity …
And this opportunity did not let Lin Li wait too long.
After another chain of Corpse Explosions, an opportunity suddenly appeared.
Faced with Serena's endless pestering, Thuzadin seemed to have lost his patience. He used a sharp chant to control six corpses at the same time. When the six corpses stood up shakily from the ground, almost everyone felt a tingling sensation on their scalps. If they suddenly exploded, wouldn't they blow up the floor?
Then, they saw the six corpses swaying and surrounding the Silver Hand in the center.
This time, Thuzadin's recitation was not as fast as before.
After all, it was a Serial Corpse Explosion of six corpses. Even an Archmage-level figure could not complete the recitation in an instant. In theory, a Necromancer could indeed control countless Undead creatures, but the more Undead creatures he controlled, the higher the requirement for mental strength and mana. Only the two terrifying Undead Lords could probably achieve a battle with thousands of Undead creatures like the one in the Shadowglen.
From this point of view, Lin Li was very suitable for the profession of Necromancer …
With his innate advantage in mental strength and mana, he only needed to do a little research to achieve what most Necromancers could not achieve in their lifetime.
Of course, he had to be willing to …
There were many ways to pursue power, and it was not necessary to be in the company of Undead creatures in exchange for great power.
Seeing the six corpses getting closer and closer, almost everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Thuzadin's advantage was too great …
If this was an evenly matched battle, he would never dare to think of controlling six corpses at the same time. Unfortunately, the strength of the two sides was not on the same level at all. Thuzadin's strength was close to the level of an Archmage, while on the Silver Hand's side, the strongest Serena was only level-12. Without the help of the Gryphon, she was not much stronger than the likes of Rode.
With this huge advantage, Thuzadin easily sealed them with a few Bone Spears and a Skeletal Wall without much effort. They could neither advance nor retreat. They could only watch the six corpses swaying towards them, and then watch Thuzadin quickly recite the Corpse Explosion spell.
Thuzadin's recitation was getting faster and faster, and beads of sweat were sliding down Serena's pretty face. Serena had already suffered some injuries from the serial Corpse Explosion just now. At this time, there was a wound on her arm that was bleeding non-stop. The hot blood slid down her arm and dripped onto the floor with a dripping sound …
But Serena did not care at all. She just held the long sword in her hand tightly and slashed at the Bone Wall in front of her again and again.
It felt like an ant was biting an elephant.
That kind of almost futile effort made one's heart ache when they saw it.
"Crack! Crack! Crack … "
When the blade slashed at the Bone Wall, it made a monotonous and dull sound.
Serena's efforts could be said to be almost in vain. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. The Bone Wall that Thuzadin had casually released was enough to trap her firmly. By the time she split the one-meter-thick Bone Wall, Thuzadin's Corpse Explosion would have already been released.
But Serena still refused to give up. She clenched her teeth, and attacked again and again under the cover of silver Combat Energy.
At this time, Serena was like a moth flying into a raging fire. Almost every time she attacked, she would be hit by the thick Bone Wall and bleed. But Serena seemed to feel nothing. She wiped the blood on her forehead, bent down to pick up her long sword, and began a new round of attacks.
Once, twice, thrice …
Even Lin Li did not expect this eccentric and beautiful captain to have such a tough character. Looking at the slightly thin figure, Lin Li's heart gave birth to a trace of respect for no reason. Serena was perfectly interpreting the true meaning of the word "persistence" to everyone in her own way.
With Serena's repeated attacks, Thuzadin's recitation gradually became high-pitched, sharp and harsh, and even a little hoarse. It sounded as if it came from the depths of hell, and everyone could not help but feel creeped out.
The thick aura of death was surging wildly, and a seemingly substantial black mist gradually spread. The originally bright corridor suddenly became so dark that one could not even see one's fingers.
As the black mist pervaded the air, everyone's heart sank at the same time. The people of the Silver Hands all knew that after the dark clouds gathered, there would be a downpour …
They even saw Thuzadin slowly raising his magic staff.
But at this moment, the smooth recitation was suddenly interrupted. This feeling was like a person who was singing at the top of his lungs, but was suddenly strangled by someone.
The people of the Silver Hand were stunned, and so was Thuzadin …
The difference was that Thuzadin knew better than the others what was happening to him.
It was Mana Retroaction!
For the first time, Thuzadin's pale face showed a look of astonishment.
He was a level-14 Magic Shooter. The person who could use Mana Retroaction to deal with him should at least have the strength of level-12 or above.
That was what Thuzadin couldn't figure out.
There were only a few living people in this corridor. They were either Warriors or Archers. Where did a Magic Shooter above level-12 come from?
But despite his doubts, Thuzadin was, after all, a figure close to the level of an Archmage. Even if he was suddenly hit by a Mana Retroaction, he could still remain calm because he knew that this Mana Retroaction could not affect him.
Even if there was a Magic Shooter above level-12 hidden in the room, even if he was hit by a Mana Retroaction, so what? The Skeletal Wall that had been propped up previously could buy him enough time. As long as the effect of Mana Retroaction passed, he could immediately regain control of the rhythm of the battle.
It was nothing. It was just a small setback.
Thuzadin told himself so …
But after just a moment, he found that it was not just a small setback.
At the moment when the mana was interrupted, Thuzadin suddenly felt a huge Divine Power surging towards him.
At this moment, the look on Thuzadin's face finally changed. From surprise to shock, and from shock to despair, it only took a moment. Since choosing the profession of Necromancer, the expression on Thuzadin's face had never been as wonderful as it was today …
"Hiss!"
With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, a ray of silver light instantly tore through the thick black fog. The strength of the thick skeleton was like a thin layer of gauze in front of this silver light; it was completely pierced with just a light poke.
Then, there was a splatter of blood …
"This is impossible!" Thuzadin let out a scream that sounded as mournful as the cry of a night owl.
The Sun's Spike shot into Thuzadin's chest and came out from his back. It was a small bolt, but it left a bowl-sized bloody hole in Thuzadin's chest. Even for a half-undead creature like Thuzadin, whose blood had almost dried up, blood gushed out when such a big hole was opened in his chest, although it did not seem to be very turbulent or surging …
The expression of despair froze on Thuzadin's face. He staggered back a few steps, as if he wanted to reach out to cover the wound. But how could such a big wound be covered by a skinny palm? Blood flowed out, and Thuzadin could only lower his head, trying to see what had killed him.
After seeing the half of the Sun's Spike, the expression of despair on Thuzadin's face seemed to relax all of a sudden, and was replaced by a look of sudden realization.
"So … So it's you …"
After saying this, the Necromancer, who was rarer than a dinosaur, fell straight to the floor. Under the purification of the Divine Power contained in the Sun's Spike, his corpse seemed to have caught fire, and was burned clean in a moment.
"…"
The corridor was shockingly quiet. Everyone stood there in a daze, including Serena, who was holding her sword tightly.
At the moment when Thuzadin released the Corpse Explosion, almost everyone thought that he was really dead this time, but they did not expect things to take a turn at the end. Before they could figure out what was going on, the powerful Necromancer was suddenly turned into a pile of ashes, and disappeared without a trace with just a gust of wind …
Without any warning or reason, it felt like a patient with a heart attack suddenly fell to the ground in the middle of a conversation …
This was simply too strange ….
Serena slowly turned her head and looked at the end of the corridor. Near the window, a guy in red leather armor was holding a crossbow. He asked guiltily, "He won't come back to life, will he?"
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