Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 15 Wood Elf

Just as Loren had predicted, even with today's technological advancements, spells and spell-like abilities still hold an absolute advantage in preemptive strikes.

Especially in places like the lower classes, where people don't have much money, they won't buy many magical protective items.

Not to mention, Mind Dragon Shout and Echo are segmented psionic spells designed by Loren himself.

The fluctuation in the first segment is a marker, and its magical fluctuation is so subtle that it is almost imperceptible;
The fluctuations in the second stage are within the trigger range of most protective items on the market, and are mainly used to avoid triggering other people's protective plans against spells.

Only after that will the third wave of fluctuations activate the marks left by the first two waves, causing damage to consciousness.

Although in Loren's mind, Echo is a spell that can be increased in number and continuously strengthened, with his current abilities, a three-stage Echo is the limit he can cast.

As the second echo resounded, several leaders, especially the goblin who was the boss, as well as some ordinary thieves with some wealth, all began to glow with magical light.

Clearly, these are trigger-activated anti-spell items that they purchased with their own money.

"A rough calculation shows the loss is over ten thousand."

Loren's heart bled as he looked at the scene before him.

Even though he knew these things didn't belong to him and would hinder his future battles, the dragon's inherent greed still enraged him.

Why do you lowly ATMs buy so many protective gear? Wouldn't it be better to just save your money and wait for me to withdraw it?

"Enemy attack!"

A minor leader shouted, and the group of thieves drew their weapons, mostly daggers and scimitars. The goblin leader's weapon was the most interesting: a throwing knife.

It was sandwiched between his hands.

He seemed to possess sensory abilities, his eyes closed, as if searching for the origin of the attack spell.

An echo is called an echo because its propagation is related to reflection in an enclosed room.

At the tail end of the protective aura that triggered those items, the third wave of the echo struck.

The thieves felt as if their brains had exploded, as if someone had thrown lit goblin gunpowder into their heads, leaving them all stunned.

Even the goblin leader had his throwing knives scattered all over the ground.

This is natural, after all, the average price of a typical mental protection item starts at 100,000.

Who can blame them when the Psionicist is a mid-to-high-end class that only starts to have combat power at the third tier?

This kind of prop wouldn't normally appear in a poor place like the Lower City.

"It's my turn to enter."

Looking at the temporary idiots all over the place, Loren finally jumped out.

Its shape also began to change with the wind.

Dragon claws, dragon wings, dragon scales, dragon horns, dragon tail—the reason he chose to advance to Weapon Master among warriors at the third tier was for today.

This is precisely to deal with this kind of situation!

Master all kinds of weapons, and wield them at will!

In an instant, Loren knew which part of the body he needed to attack and how much force he should use to save the lives of these idiots.

Wing Slash, Claw Cleave, Tail Whip!

With a swipe of its wings, several thieves had their ribs shattered; with a swipe of its claws, another group had their arms torn off; and with a whip-like lash of its thick tail, yet another group fell!

The combination of multiple abilities, coupled with the absolute initiative and control, allowed Loren to turn what should have been an intense battle into a one-sided mowing-down-enemies affair.

In the blink of an eye, apart from himself, there was no one else standing normally in the entire room!

After finishing all that, Loren went to the table piled high with the thieves' loot.

With a single inhale, he absorbed all their day's loot, swallowing it into the hidden space within his stomach—a crucial feature for the Five-Colored Dragon's raids. Then, he untied the sack brought by the original leader, preparing to release the people inside.

Echo, as a spell that primarily targets consciousness, will not harm individuals who have already lost consciousness.

But when Loren opened the bag and released the unconscious man inside, his expression immediately became unpredictable.

It was a wood elf with brown hair, a beautiful face, wearing special clothes made of bark and leaves, and a figure that was much more agile than that of ordinary elves.

The oak leaf earrings she wore further indicated that she was a druid.

This is clearly not a commodity that these idiots could possibly obtain.

Leafeon City is a city that developed by taking in the industries that brought Pokémon to the city. Here, Pokémon need to be dealt with through the thief organizations in the lower city, these "black gloves"...

Loren's mind raced. He didn't believe this was an ordinary person, but this also revealed a dangerous piece of information to him:

This foolish Brotherhood of Speed ​​might be backed by an upper-middle-class individual whose intelligence is just as lacking as theirs.

"We can't keep you here."

A chill flashed in Loren's golden vertical pupils.

He originally intended to use these idiots to exchange for some money at the patrol station, and incidentally gain fame, which would serve as a gimmick for his future work at the zoo.

He did say, after all, that he would try his best to cooperate with Maurice's work.

Gaining fame off the field is also a form of cooperation.

But now it seems that these idiotic thieves are all going to die.

If they don't die, that unknown figure behind the scenes will take notice of them and come looking for trouble.

"You should be able to handle everything, right?"

Loren murmured to the still unconscious wood elf, and then began to fake the scene.

In order to disguise the whole incident as an act of revenge by the forces behind the Wood Elves, Loren even went so far as to search only a few big bosses and goblin leaders after finishing them off one by one, taking away their savings.

"You'd better make sure I get my money back."

Loren murmured to himself, then he put the wood elves back into the sack, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and used a spell that could keep burning to completely set the room ablaze.

Finally, he transformed into human form, used an invisibility spell, and quietly left with the wood elf.

Back in the rented room in Old Ounne, after setting up a soundproof barrier, Loren released the wood elves.

Use psychic techniques to stimulate the consciousness of the person who has been numbed by drugs, so that they slowly awaken.

To Loren's surprise, the awakened wood elf neither shouted nor launched a sneak attack on him.

Although she stared warily at the red-haired, baby-faced man in front of her, she spoke with some suspicion after a long while.
"You saved me, didn't you?"

"I guess so. Anyway, I have no hostility towards you. If you think I'm colluding with that bunch of scum, you can throw a hostility detector at me."

Loren said nonchalantly, although he did find the spell extremely useful, as it could quickly distinguish between friend and foe and identify traitors.

But he also knew that in the eyes of most professionals, randomly throwing out hostility detection tokens was impolite, or even provocative.

After all, this is a rather idealistic spell; it only tests whether you intend to harm the caster at this moment.

"That's offending."

The wood elf did not relax because of Loren's attitude. On the contrary, she actually began to chant a spell, casting a detection spell on Loren.

A faint white light emanated from Loren, and the wood elf, who had been somewhat tense and fearful, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)