Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"You vile curser!"

Looking at Viktor, who was surrounded by goblins and giant goblins, the goblin shaman slowly spoke:

"What despicable tactics did you use against our warriors?"

As it spoke, its gaze swept over the giant goblins kneeling on the ground, slowly moving forward.

"..."

Viktor observed the orderly goblins, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

As expected of a shaman who is even more troublesome than the chief in a tribe, he not only mastered magic and the common language, but also used some unknown means to control these goblins.

Thinking of this, his assessment of the danger of the shaman in front of him rose another level, and he reached for the short bow on his back.

"Foolish! You think you can get away with that kind of thing..."

The goblin shaman was halfway through his sarcastic remarks when Viktor's hand, which had been reaching for the shortbow, suddenly turned away.

At the same time, a bright red ring was rapidly drawn in front of that hand, and sparks seemed to burst forth the moment the magic circle was formed.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

An angry glint appeared on the goblin's ugly face, and it let out a hoarse roar.

Suddenly, a giant goblin rushed in front of it and opened its arms.

Meanwhile, the other giant greens swarmed forward, crushing Viktor.

The green-skinned dwarves were much more cunning, throwing bone spears at Victor or aiming their bows at him!

But this isn't a tunnel, and Victor won't just sit here and wait to die.

"Whoosh!"

As an arrow grazed his cheek, the light in his hand went out, and he rolled to the side, passing between the legs of a giant goblin.

At the same time, both hands reached for the short bow and quiver behind his back.

Draw your bow and shoot an arrow!

Three arrows shot out and quickly felled three goblins.

Then, he dodged the giant goblin's furious club-wielding attack.

"Crush these dwarfs!"

Meanwhile, the adventurers finally rejoined the battle, engaging in a struggle of attrition and fighting.

The bards sang rousing melodies, while the knights-errant slew goblins one after another.

Because the goblins were clustered together, a large number of them were wiped out the moment the mage's [Burning Hand] was unleashed.

Lilith grinned mischievously as she weaved among the giant goblins, constantly casting the [Greasy Spell] to create temporary slippery areas.

The already slow-moving giant goblin suddenly struggled to maintain its balance, and its attack frequency decreased again.

Meanwhile, Lyra assisted her companions as she charged toward the center of the battle.

Even after witnessing the bizarre phenomenon of the giant goblin kneeling for no reason, she was still worried about Viktor.

The other party most likely possesses some kind of bloodline power, but judging from their previous act of borrowing a magic book from me, they are just an amateur who has just come into contact with magic.

If the opponent wants to fight the shaman using magic, it will probably be quite difficult.

"Bang!"

After another Burning Hand cleared out a large swarm of goblins, Lyra finally broke into the center of the battlefield.

Then, she witnessed an incredibly bizarre scene.

Viktor kept moving around and firing, while a giant goblin spread its arms to block the shots as they followed the trajectory.

And behind it,

The goblin shaman who had just been so arrogant was now cowering behind the giant goblin.

Whenever Victor shot an arrow, it would mutter curses and dodge, just like a big green rat that could only hide in the shadows and bark.

"Who exactly is the challenger?"

Lyra gave the three of them a strange look, and was about to throw a fireball at the goblin shaman.

But then the other person suddenly turned their head to look at them, raised their wand, and was about to cast a spell.

She quickly dodged aside and went to help others.

however,

The goblin shaman was in trouble; just as it raised its wand, an arrow struck the tip of the wand precisely.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the wand was knocked out of the shaman's hand by the arrow, and the shaman could only watch as his goblin minions kicked the wand further and further away.

"You despicable bastard! Do you dare to fight me fairly?!"

It let out a hoarse roar as it dodged the arrow aimed at its face.

"..."

As Victor dodged a blow from the wooden stick, a slight smile played on his lips.

Watching the green-skinned creature cower behind the giant goblin, he finally experienced the joy of playing cat and mouse:

"A duel? With your skill level, how can you possibly duel me?"

This time, instead of aiming at the target, he fired at the giant goblin's shoulder.

Then, the spot that had already been shot twice with tremendous force was easily pierced by the arrow.

The shaman's pupils dilated slightly in surprise at the falling shell fragments.

"I remember now, you're the one who destroyed the Mother Nest!"

It roared angrily, shaking off the feather ornaments on its head that symbolized its status.

But it could only watch helplessly, then, as if having made up its mind, it asked earnestly:

"Our master admires you. If you are willing to join us, He will reward you handsomely."

Upon hearing this...

A hint of doubt flashed in Viktor's eyes, but he nocked the arrow and did not fire it.

Generally speaking, don't shamans usually refer to their leaders as chiefs or clan leaders?

So, while the adventurers around them were locked in fierce combat,

The two in the center of the battlefield stopped, and even the goblins that were originally trying to harass Viktor changed their targets.

"Who is this 'master' you're talking about?"

Victor stared at the goblin shaman, his tone tinged with appropriate curiosity.

Seeing this, the shaman looked at Viktor with some wariness, but still dared not make any unnecessary moves.

But seeing that the arrow never struck him, the tension gradually dissipated.

"Give me your loyalty, and I will tell you the true name of my Lord."

As it spoke, it spread its arms, seemingly trying to take everyone in the room into its embrace.

Then, a semi-transparent purple light membrane appeared around it, and its short body became taller because its back was straight.

Seemingly noticing the look of surprise on Viktor's face, it forced an ugly smile onto its own:

"You greedy curser, this barrier is a power bestowed by our Lord, not something a filthy worm like you can break through."

"it is good."

"So you'd better answer..."

Before it could finish speaking, Victor had already agreed. The goblin shaman continued speaking for a moment before realizing what was happening.

Then it saw Viktor release the bowstring and put the arrows back into the quiver.

This sensible look was exactly what it had expected.

"Hahaha......"

The goblin shaman's shrill laughter startled the surrounding adventurers, who turned to look at it, only to be chilled to the bone by its next words.

"Even though you're just a cursed bug, I acknowledge your loyalty!"

Upon hearing this, all the giant goblins ceased their offensive stance.

The adventurers also lost their will to fight, and all their eyes were on Victor.

These gazes were filled with surprise, anger, or bewilderment; some were even aiming their bows at him.

At that moment, it seemed that cumulus clouds had gathered again above the forest, and Viktor's face was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

But his eyes could see.

As the angry guys were about to attack, Ryan and Lyra both raised their hands to stop them.

Even Oliver and Lilith did it.

"Go, kill them! This is the trial bestowed upon us by our lord!"

Hearing the goblin shaman speak again.

Viktor sighed, looking up to reveal a detached expression beneath his bangs:

"Even now, they're still putting on an act; it's utterly disappointing."

As he finished speaking, he raised his right hand.

"Smack."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, everyone in the room held their breath.