Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 470 Monster
'This monster! How did he do it?!'

Noshil's expression didn't change at all, but his heart was indeed in turmoil. He attacked with all his strength time and time again, but the enemy always dodged him easily. This exaggerated performance caused Noshil to quickly accumulate a sense of tension that he had never experienced before.

Shaflock, this guy is different from all the opponents he has faced before. He seizes the gap between each of his attacks and uses the little time after the attack fails to escape the attack range of the next attack. This exaggerated performance can no longer be explained by insight and reaction speed. Only combat experience, only combat experience that ordinary people can't imagine, can support him to do this!
'Shaflock Ankifu, this guy has a similar overall combat power to Catheric Som, but their fighting styles and power systems are completely different. The most difficult thing about Catheric is his immortality, while Shaflock's dangerousness lies in his fighting experience, legendary warrior-like physical ability, and extraordinary reaction speed.'

'This guy's path is very similar to mine, both of us pursue basic perfection, and add various advantageous skills to the perfect basic attributes, thus achieving a different kind of invincibility.'

'My route is to continue strengthening my body. When I am in a berserk state, I have the strongest physical fitness among mortals, and Shavlock has the strongest killing skills in the world!'

Noshier glanced in the other direction of the battlefield. Karak was struggling with the remaining four assassins. These guys were no match for her, but they were too slippery and Karak couldn't deal with them in a short time.

Mizora also encountered trouble. Those death knights withstood the triple attack of Cloudburst, Arcane Missile Storm, and Chain Lightning, and then improved their status by casting [Unholy Mending] on each other, and then cast a series of [Hellfire Orbs].

Through this innate ability whose power was comparable to that of the Six-Ring Fireball Technique, they temporarily suppressed Mizora, and then quickly got close to her, forcing her to constantly flash and teleport. While forcing Mizora to stay away from them, it also greatly slowed down Mizora's attack frequency. If this continued, there was no telling how long it would take to resolve those troubles.

"I can't go on like this. Such high-intensity, ineffective attacks are taking too much of a toll on my stamina. Once my stamina drops to the point where I can no longer suppress him, I must try to break the stalemate."

Swish! Noshir's wings shook violently, and his lower limbs exerted force instantly, quickly driving his body forward. The huge axe in his hand twisted and turned instantly, and at the same time, the axe blade slashed towards Shaflock's abdomen at a tricky angle!

This was a tentative attack by Noshil. The sudden force and movement could usually catch the enemy off guard. This attack might suddenly succeed. However, facing Noshil's insidious slash, Shaflock still took it lightly.

He just slightly turned sideways to completely avoid the attack. Because Nosir was too aggressive, he walked into Shavlock's attack range. This allowed him to raise the Sword of Chaos while dodging the giant axe, and stabbed it straight into Nosir's eyes without any hesitation!

At this thrilling moment, Noshir's head tilted back quickly to avoid the blade of the Sword of Chaos as much as possible, and flapped his wings quickly to increase the distance between himself and Shaflock. At the same time, his right hand swung back quickly and used the huge axe blade of the Axe of Slaughter to hit Shaflock horizontally, forcing him back directly and resolving the crisis.

Using his left hand to wipe the blood from his cheek, Noshier once again felt an emotion that was very common to ordinary barbarians, but he himself had not felt it for a long time - anger.

'I wasn't going to use this, but...'

"...You really pissed me off a bit."

Shaflock did not respond. He just stood there, holding the sword in both hands, paying full attention to Noshir's every move. Even if others saw the series of dodges and counterattacks before, they would only think that he was so relaxed and comfortable, but only he himself knew how much pressure the short ten seconds just now brought to him.

The guy in front of him was a "monster", an absolute "monster" without a doubt. Even if time went forward 100 years, he had never met a monster like Noshir who could bring him such tremendous pressure.

The enormous strength, excellent reaction ability, and instinctive actions when facing danger all told him that the demon in front of him had the possibility and ability to kill him head-on! He had to be careful...

Buzz——boom!!!
A figure like a cannonball suddenly brushed past Shaflock who was trying to dodge! He barely had any time to react before his right shoulder armor was directly shattered!

"What just happened?"

Shaflock's thoughts came to a halt for a moment. Just 0.5 seconds ago, his eyes caught Noshir's body showing a tendency to exert force, and then he subconsciously turned his body to the left.

There is no doubt that this subconscious action saved his life. Shaflock immediately turned around and straightened his posture. He ignored his broken right arm, held the sword with his left hand, and stared at the monster that had knocked a hole out of the rock wall and was slowly stretching its body inside.

Yes, a monster, a real monster. This time it was not just an adjective, because Shaflock's eyes had clearly seen the true form of the monster.

It is seven feet (2.3 meters) tall, with four large black wings, two small and two large. Its face is still human, but it has the ears and teeth of a wolf.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle's, and a circle of towering feathers appeared in his eye sockets, stretching out from the gaps in the helmet. A lion-like fluffy white mane surrounded his neck, and his originally naked upper body was now covered with hair of the same color, covering his muscular muscles.

The steel gauntlets unexpectedly turned into claw-like shapes, tightly gripping the equally enlarged battle axe. His beast-like back feet tore off his boots, and clusters of black feathers decorated his limbs like small wings, making him seem like he didn't need wings and could fly just by running.

"...Does the Totem Barbarian have this ability?"

This thought slowly flashed through Shaflock's mind. More than 100 years ago, when he was still alive, he had fought with many powerful people of that era and witnessed countless special abilities and professions. Naturally, he had also encountered people with the same profession as Noshir, but Noshir...

'This... is definitely not the ability of an ordinary totem barbarian!'

(End of this chapter)