Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 509 Siege, Death

Although his professional level is not high, Xia Nan has encountered quite a few elite spellcasters since he transmigrated.

On the teammates side, there's the mysterious yet extremely reliable mage, Violet; on the opponents side, there are demonic nobles from purgatory and fallen priests who wield crystallized power...

To some extent, this experience greatly increased Xia Nan's appreciation for the profession of spellcaster.

If he has a spellcaster-type teammate who is trustworthy, he doesn't mind building the team around them and fighting around them.

If the opposing faction has a powerful spellcaster, he will secretly raise that spellcaster to the highest priority.

Xia Nan had encountered some slightly weaker spellcasting enemies before, and he usually defeated them with a single sword strike.

However, his past experience with those elite spellcasters has instilled in him a deep respect for this type of enemy.

For example, right now.

With a swing of his shield that had been inflicted with the [Heavy Tide] effect, he had thrown Pirate Leader Grylls off balance and could have pressed his advantage to inflict further damage.

But Xia Nan did not do that.

Instead, they resolutely carried out their original plan and charged toward the murloc priest who was retreating rapidly under the cover of his guards.

As it turned out, he made the right choice.

On the continent of Aifara, spellcaster-type professions undoubtedly hold a relatively superior position in all fields.

The fundamental reason lies in the fact that it is significantly rarer than other professions, and the all-encompassing nature of magic.

Of course, this type of profession also has obvious drawbacks.

The extremely low margin for error due to weak defense and a fragile body is one aspect, and another is the stringent restrictions on spellcasting.

Especially for spellcasters with lower job levels, who lack sufficient spellcasting feats, have limited resources, and lack spell items to fill casting gaps and increase their margin for error, it is difficult to maintain a stable and high-intensity output when their mana and mental energy are quite limited.

Like the formidable enemies Xia Nan had encountered before, individuals capable of casting multiple spells in a single turn are ultimately few and far between.

The Shahua merman priest in front of him had already reached its limit by casting two spells that required a state of concentration, "Demon Fire" and "Human Immobilization," and it was only by relying on the talent blessing obtained from the sacrificial ritual that it was able to barely perform them.

It will take some time to recover.

That is why, in the round between Xia Nan and "Rotten Vulture" Gri, the opponent did not cast spells to assist from the sidelines.

It has only now begun to recover slightly.

Thanks to the strong xenophobia of the Shahua merfolk race, even though his professional level wasn't very high, this merfolk priest had a lot of experience fighting against enemies of other races.

Right now, he was facing a black-haired human adventurer in front of him, shrouded in the phantom of a black wolf, who had shattered the defensive shield of his enchanted equipment with a single sword strike and whose burst speed was ridiculously fast.

Its face was serious and tense, but it did not appear flustered.

As he beckoned his guards to step forward and stop him, his four arms lifted the huge horn once more.

Place it near your mouth and blow hard.

"Drip!"

The high-pitched and stirring sound of the horn, accompanied by a strong airflow, spread outwards, and magical particles fluctuated suddenly, condensing at an extremely fast speed in the air around the mouth of the horn.

hum-

The dark purple magical glow took shape amidst the high-frequency vibrations of energy.

It transformed into a dim, almost impossible-to-dodge phantom, flashing through the air in an instant.

The next second, it landed on the black wolf that was rapidly closing the distance and pouncing.

—Third Ring, Illusion School, Fear Spell!
The effect of this spell is not difficult to explain. As its name suggests, it projects the most terrifying illusion into the mind of the target, causing them to drop their weapons and fall into a state of panic to flee.

Yes, perception check.

Under normal circumstances, the Murloc Priest's on-the-spot decision-making is perfectly sound, and can even be described as excellent.

When facing a highly mobile, high-damage melee enemy approaching, casting control spells on it not only gives you more time to recover, but also creates opportunities for Gri and his guards.

But the prerequisite is that the spell must be effective.

Because of the numerous secret realms he had previously explored and his own professional combat skills, Xia Nan's perception attribute was already extremely outstanding. Many high-level professionals might not even have his level of perception ability.

This became the basis for his resistance to "fear magic".

Meanwhile, in terms of equipment, the pink crystal dagger named "Honey Orange" is only used by Xia Nan as a small tool for cutting up spoils in daily life.

However, it also has the effect of "slightly increasing the mental resistance of the holder when held", adding another layer of protection for him.

After the spell landed on him, the most crucial element was the powerful feat he had acquired from the evil mystical realm: [Looking into the Abyss].

The "Fear" spell, a type of mind control magic, is fully included, giving him a special bonus due to the Perception attribute when making saving throws.

With multiple protective measures in place, Xia Nan's actual feeling was a sudden chill, as if a cold wind had swept over him.

Immediately, the dark purple magical phantom was dissolved by the moonlight, just like a shadow, and vanished into the night as wisps of smoke.

At the same time, the additional effect of [Looking into the Abyss] is triggered: "When you successfully resist the mind control effect, the caster must make a saving throw. If the throw fails, the caster will be in a state of [Brief Stun] and suffer some mental damage."

You can see that the murloc priest, who was initially shocked to see the "Fear Spell" being momentarily immune, seems to have been struck by some kind of invisible lightning.

His entire body suddenly stiffened, and his already lifeless, dull black fish eyes completely lost focus, becoming dazed and lifeless.

His limbs still gripped the horn as if by muscle memory, but his body stood motionless on the ground.

"Now!"

Knowing that the end was in sight, Xia Nan did not hesitate at all. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, making the already loud wolf howl around him even deeper, and the energy wrapped around him even more fierce.

The terrifying speed of the attack left the merman guards, who were being directed by the priest to intercept it, completely unable to stop it.

Often, the black wolf's phantom would vanish before their very eyes, leaving only knife-like wounds on its body, barely raised before the harpoon was raised.

The gray-black wolf fangs were tinged with ochre-red light, a strike delivered with full force, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The pitch-black winter wolf, hunting in the darkness, finally pounced on its prey.

hum-

Driven by the spinning slash, the ochre-red force field energy was stretched into a perfect arc of sword light.

"Shoot."

It is the dull sound of flesh being torn apart.

Bright blue blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck.

The merman priest's head, still bearing a look of astonishment, spun rapidly into the air like a blood-stained ball, briefly merging with the full moon before falling back to the ground under the influence of gravity.

It rolled along with a "glug-glug" sound and stopped beside a bush.

"Garu!"

"Garuru!!!" The sound of the priest's corpse falling to the ground rang out at the same time as the sharp howls of the Shahua fish people.

The death of the murloc priest, who was the leader of the group, drove the murlocs on the field into a state of frenzy.

They launched a frenzied attack on Xia Nan and the rest of the Iron Rock Shield squad.

With a light and agile movement, he dodged a harpoon that came from his side and back, and then with a sword, he sliced ​​off the head of a shohua fishman in front of him, along with half an arm.

Xia Nan was highly focused.

The death of the Murloc Priest does not mean the end of the battle, but merely tilts the scales of victory slightly in his favor.

Currently, the enemies to be dealt with also include many elite murloc guards with a challenge level of "1" or higher, and high-ranking professionals from the Tidecaller Gang.

And there's also "Rotten Vulture" Grylls, who was the leader of the pirates.

In fact, Xia Nan thought that the other party would take advantage of his surprise attack on the merman priest to launch an attack from behind.

He was even prepared to use the deflection shield of [Death Line] for defense, and even to trade injury for death with the fourth-circle healing spell of [Tears of Spring Breath].

Unexpectedly, Gerry did not take advantage of this brief opening to attack Xia Nan.

Instead, after being knocked back and landing, he charged directly towards the Iron Rock Shield squad on the other side of the field.

From the perspective of "Rotten Vulture" Gerry, it's actually very easy to understand.

After a few brief encounters with Xia Nan, the gang leader realized that this young adventurer, nicknamed "The Hague," was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

Not only was his physical strength formidable, but his combat style, a combination of combat skills, was also the kind that countered him. Even his proud poison attack was completely ineffective against that eerie, dark shield.

In this situation, after witnessing Xia Nan become immune to the murloc priest's mind control spells, Grievous beheaded him with a single sword strike.

He decisively changed his original battle strategy.

Since dealing with it alone might be troublesome, they decided to use their numerical advantage on the field to launch a siege against Xia Nan.

With so many elite murloc guards, plus the professionals in the gang, surely they can't handle him alone?
Having made this decision, Gri changed his target and turned his attack on the Iron Shield squad.

He needed to reduce the number of his teammates in The Hague as quickly as possible to preserve his own strength and provide manpower for the siege of Xia Nanteng.

Gri's first target was the only unlucky guy on the field who had been hit by the fireball.

The orc Howl did not die on the spot. Although the burning damage from the fireball spell left him severely injured, the physical attribute bonus granted by the Warrior class and the strong physique brought by his orc bloodline ultimately allowed him to survive.

And with the help of the healing potion that Selene threw, he recovered quickly.

The gradually recovering vitality finally stopped the orc's shrill, agonizing howls, which sounded like a rooster's crow. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he gasped for breath, his round eyes still glazed over from the previous pain.

It slowly got up from the ground, its pale green skin covered with black scorch marks, and it emitted an unpleasant odor.

But perhaps it was the effect of his orc bloodline, even though he had only just recovered, when the murloc's hiss reached him, he immediately and instinctively entered a state of frenzied battle.

Completely ignoring his two teammates calling for him from a distance, he charged towards the enemies with a roar, brandishing his hand axe.

After all, he is a professional who has reached level 3. Even the most ordinary beast will unleash unimaginable power and ferocity when it is on the verge of death, let alone a professional warrior who has been through many battles.

Howling swung his two hand axes, transforming into two ferocious phantoms. Ignoring the enemies surrounding him, he focused solely on a murloc, hacking it into mincemeat.

The scene was so ferocious that even the Tidebringer gang members and fishmen soldiers around them were wary, and for a time they simply surrounded him without daring to attack.

That's exactly the effect that Haoge wanted!

"Roar!!!"

He stood there, stepping on the fishman corpse beneath his feet, roaring wildly at the sky, venting his anger and resentment.

It seemed that this would make those around him forget the embarrassing scene of him lying on the ground, rolling around and wailing.

But... he was, after all, a half-orc.

Perhaps his racial talent, inherited from his bloodline, gave him the special ability to maintain his fighting power even when he was seriously injured, but because of his own mixed-race disadvantage, Howling did not have the same sense of awareness as the orcs on the grasslands.

His roar was interrupted by a deep green blade.

At this moment, "Carrion Vulture" Grylls truly resembled a carrion vulture circling high in the sky, eyeing its wounded prey with predatory intent.

Emerging from the crowd, the sharp, curved blade in his hand, gleaming with a sweet yet poisonous aura, resembled the sharp, long claws of a vulture.

With a flick of his wrist, he lightly scraped across the orc's waist, tearing off a piece of flesh the size of a palm.

Instantly separate.

By the time the injured orc, slow to react, belatedly dropped his iron axe, Gri had already retreated back into the crowd.

The toxin spread.

The flesh near the wound was being corroded, making a sizzling sound. You could see streams of dark green poison spreading deep into the wound and quickly spreading throughout the body.

After the Fireball Technique, his already near-limited body was subjected to such an attack. The pain and weakness that had been masked by his anger surged up like a tidal wave, engulfing Howl's consciousness.

He felt his vision blurring and his body growing weaker; even gripping the two iron axes in his hands became incredibly difficult.

The unrestrained roar turned into a painful sob.

His legs buckled, and he stumbled back a step.

And it was this step that seemed to trigger a crucial fuse.

The thugs and fishmen, who had initially been intimidated by its fierce aura and dared not approach, suddenly noticed the orc's weakness and swarmed forward.

"Hey!"

He swung the hand axe instinctively, but instead of splitting the saka fishman in two as he had expected, it got stuck in the fishman's shoulder bone.

Howl instinctively tried to pull the axe out of his body, but the brief pause and stiffness exposed his body to the countless harpoons and blades around him.

"laugh!"

"Stab!"

"Crack!!"

Three harpoons pierced in from different directions: one from the side of the abdomen diagonally upwards into the chest and ribs, one from the top diagonally downwards through the thigh, and one from back to front into the heart.
Two curved blades slashed down from the left and right, one deeply embedding itself in the orc's neck, stuck by his muscles and bones, while the other severed his right arm.

The fatal wound came from behind, from a sharp, curved blade with a dark green hue on its edge.

From top to bottom, from the crown of the head to the jaw and neck, the orc's head was split straight in two.

Fresh blood mixed with thick white fluid dripped down.

The roars from the orcs completely disappeared from the field.

Howl, death.

(End of this chapter)