Tricky rat king

The interior of the dungeon was different than expected. Instead of a sprawling maze, the dungeon consisted of two arenas where waves of enemies rushed at the adventurers to weaken and wear them down. The Rat King, who had less to do with an ordinary rat, calmly watched the action from a pile of rotting remains. Although the rats in the arena were proficient in various elements and even secreted poison, Mortis' group had everything under control, defeating wave after wave of opponents. Finally, the rat king rose to his two feet. Merlin said, "That's not a rat! That thing looks more like an ogre that's had rat fur put on it in certain places and pointed teeth. And it's even carrying two weapons!" "True, it looks like two scrap hammers welded together," Mortis said, drinking a stamina potion.

The Rat King jumped the last few feet and landed in the middle of the arena. As he did so, he slammed his scrap hammers to the ground, causing them to break into hundreds of pieces and hurtle like projectiles toward the opponents. Surprised by this tactic, the group had no choice but to use defensive skills and try to dodge. During this time, the Rat took the opportunity to strike at the healer, but Marshal was quick enough to stand protectively in front of the healer and defend him with his shield. This was the signal for the Damage Dealers (DDs) to attack. However, the rat was not unprepared, and suddenly parts lying on the ground began to glow and explode shortly after. "It's like a minefield," Merlin said, sending down arcane projectiles at the boss as he ran, watching for which parts might explode. Mortis and Sarah approached the boss, who jumped away from Marshal and held his hands forward. At that moment, more pieces of trash flew toward him, forming a large sword that split into three as it swung to reach the adventurers behind. The blades flew all over the arena, and the boss did not let up, but swung his sword faster and faster, so that the adventurers could not rest and attack him from a distance. Mortis took this opportunity to attack the boss from behind, supported by Sarah, to stop this madness, because neither the healer nor Merlin really had ways to dodge the blades. However, when the boss used up too much life and energy, he changed his technique and pulled any scrap metal lying around towards him, which then formed armor and iron gloves. But the most dangerous were the parts on his knuckles, which went up in the air and were dangerous even for the tank. The boss immediately struck and hurled the tank to the other end of the arena, so he couldn't stop what he was doing. After that, the Boss charged at Merlin and Genesis with his fists that looked like they were about to burst. But neither Genesis nor Merlin moved, preferring to use both their spells. As they did so, the boss was pinned to the ground by a bright light, while Mortis conjured 20 lances from pure mana, the tips of which contained various elements and flew toward the boss, all aimed at his hands. This not only stopped the boss, but also gave him a medicine of his own. Sarah tried to pierce and slash the paralyzed Boss with her claws, while Marshal also regained his composure and charged at the Boss with speed, making him feel his fate. Mortis just kept on striking, enjoying watching Merlin and his companions fight while he waited to see what else Merlin would pull out of the hat. But he didn't have to wait long, as Merlin conjured two spheres that merged together and headed for the boss. They engulfed the boss, and then Merlin said, "Unleash cataclysmic chaos!" The inner sphere burst, and an image resembling an apocalypse appeared in the sphere where the Boss stood. In less than two seconds, the Boss was grooved, slain, damned and pulverized. Not only Mortis was shocked, even the spirits flinched at this awesome power. Merlin however fell forward with a smile on his face. " Lv up distribute them 10 sp."

Genesis, who was nearby, caught Merlin so that nothing happened to him. He then disappeared with the other spirits into Mortis' sea of souls as the portal opened to leave the dungeon. Mortis then knelt by his unconscious friend and sent him mana, as Merlin was completely exhausted. When he noticed that there was still no movement, he slapped him in the face, which made Merlin slowly and sluggishly open his eyes. "Can't this be more friendly?" asked Merlin. "Yes, it could be, but we have to move on, Princess. After all, we won't make a good picture if I carry you out. So pick yourself up once more. Before the next dungeon, we can gladly take a room so you can get some sleep. But now let us become legends." Merlin struggled to get up, but still managed to rummage through the chest and take his winnings before they both stepped through the portal.

When both appeared near the entrance in the marketplace, the soldiers were surprised, but not so much that it blew their minds. This surprised Mortis a bit, but Merlin explained, "Don't forget that even higher level adventurers clear small dungeons to earn a living. They'll just think we're much more experienced than the dungeon's requirements." "That's right, I forgot all about that, but it doesn't matter. After all, we know where we're from, and even if they don't know now, they'll still help us spread rumors, especially if they know who I am. So let's go get something to eat. All you have to do is address me by my titles and the spark will ignite on its own. So, let's go to the inn."

At the inn and in the small market, Merlin did exactly what Mortis wanted. He addressed people as "Count here, Count there," and usually used their full names, so that everyone took notice and paid attention. It went on like this until Mortis called Nightshade to leave for the next adventure. This one was to take place in a county far to the south in the beautiful city of Lecce. There was not only a dungeon, but also a raid that took the adventurers to an island where special fruits grew that could only be found there. Only through the raid could adventurers get to this island. The special thing was that these fruits could increase the value by 10, depending on what you did with them.

It was a long way, and Mortis usually wanted to travel overland, as he loved the sea breeze and the scenery. The area became brighter and more pleasant, with the changing colors of the trees that showed new life, and the new wild animals and dangers that Mortis enjoyed facing. In this way he was able to gather new pelts and find materials for Nightshade, who in the process was also fed properly to grow and gain strength. As night fell, they reached Lecce, which prompted the two adventurers to take a room. At that moment, Mortis received a message. "Master, we are now ready. Our souls have fully synchronized with our bodies. What shall we do?" "Casanova, look around the city for clues regarding a certain Helius or other evil machinations. Thoroughly search the minds of the previous owners so we don't miss anything. When you are sure that nothing unusual is happening in the city, head to the capital to learn more from the queen. We will then meet in Romas." "Understood, master."

Mortis, Level 68 Reaper

Strength: 230 Agility: 280 Intelligence: 70 Vitality: 100 Stamina: 105 Mana: 106 Charisma: 65

Souls: 61840