11 Evil Ent
[Pommel Strike]: deals 545% damage while ignoring 45% of the target's defense. Has the chance to [Stun]. Effect lasts for 30 seconds.
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After Blue stunned four undead spearmen, Diana slits their rotten throats as brownish blood spurts from their wounds. They died in an instant without doing anything.
"You're not bad for a squire. Sigurd's really lucky this time." Diana told him, smiling in envy.
Even Friar agreed with an emotional sigh. That brute is spoiled by the heavens.
Blue chuckled, "You're flattering me, respected Night Ranger."
Although they were NPCs, Blue seems to enjoy talking to them like they are actual people.
"Don't stop just yet. The next waves are coming this way," shouted Sigurd, not hiding an amused smug on his face.
Both the elf and the priest just rolled their eyes and nonchalantly replied, "Yes, Commander."
Just seeing this only leaves Blue and the rest of the squad trying not to laugh. What a funny trio.
Sigurd's words rang true. Soon, another horde of the undead charged at the group with insane speed. But they weren't fast enough when three NPC mages of the group casted a certain skill.
[Blizzard Fall]: affects all targets within 12 yards to freeze, dealing 30-60 ice damage. The freezing effect lasts 5 minutes.
Soon, a rain of ice shards fell from the sky. Each of these giant shards pierced through several undead mobs while the rest freezed in their current spots.
Sigurd lifts his shield up front before dashing towards the frozen zombies.
[Shield Dash]: deals 645% damage. Has the chance to [Stun] the enemy. Effect lasts for 2 minutes.
The stun effect didn't kick in for Sigurd have bashed through the crowd of ice frosted zombies, breaking them like glass as their corpses huddled around his shield.
They have progressed smoothly throughout the dungeon, which surprises them the most. In actuality, it was Blue who gave them a big shock. Although he lacks a party, Blue could handle more than five undead mosters on his own as if he was tanking like a knight. He is a warrior yet, he also has the mind of a cunning rogue, and senses of a cautious ranger. He seems to portray a trait of a pure devoted priest as well.
In their eyes, he looks like a mix of every single class despite only possessing swordsman skills.
Friar sighed with complicated feelings as he turns to Sigurd, "You really are spoiled."
Sigurd cocked a brow. "How am I spoiled? The heavens has nothing to do with me." What he literally meant is whether the game system, or the player just descended from the clouds like an angel, didn't involve around him.
"You just admitted it." Diana asserted, already turning away from his gaze as she rubs her temple, remembering all the stress she had with her own trainees.
"It's such a shame. If only I got to him first..." Both of them spoke in unison, sighing.
Sigurd didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hey, it's not my fault. I just didn't know this player is actually a blessing in disguise.
Not long after did the person in question return after scouting the area. Blue, oblivious of their discussion, felt excited in his heart but chose to put up a calm face and spoke to them. "I found Niadamar."
This caught their attention from their previous topic.
Sigurd's eyes grew cold. "Where is he?"
"Just 50 yards towards east from here. He is heavily guarded, but I found something else."
"And what did you find?" Diana asked with interest.
"Niadamar was inspecting bones. It's not human bones or whatsoever, he has a skeletal dragon with him." Blue replied in a serious tone.
The expressions of the trio turned dark.
"Are you sure?"
Blue nodded. "Positive. I even risked my life to get a closer look."
Diana was startled at his claim. "Wouldn't the guards see you by chance?"
"There's just only one but I made sure not to be seen."
"If Niadamar really has the skeleton of a dragon, it could only mean one thing..." Friar paled as he spoke.
He's going to resurrect it, and use the dragon to wipe out the whole Gondraw City.
"Then we should not let that bastard do as he pleases." Sigurd abruptly stood up and ordered his men to gather in formation.
However, Blue stops him. "But we should do something about that guard first."
"He's just another small fry. Plus, Niadamar is stupid to use one stupid pawn just to defend him. It's nothing to worry about."
"But Commander, this guard is a threat--"
What frightened him next is a blood thirsty face of the elite commander. Vengeance filled in Sigurd's cold eyes as if suppressing a soul of those who gaze upon them.
"Saulron is the real threat. Even Niadamar and that skeleton are also threats. That guard is nothing but a cheap wood to be cut down from our path. Tell me rookie, why are you afraid at one man after everything you told me?"
"I'm not afraid, Commander--"
"Then stop acting like a wimp!"
"Why won't you stop acting like a kid, and listen to me!"
A fist landed on Blue's face, hard. Both Diana and Friar were shocked when he was sent flying and crashed to the ground. However, his full HP doesn't seem to deplete by that attack.
"You dare to insult me? Ha! Be glad that you are not the enemy, otherwise I would have finished you off." Sigurd sneered in a cold tone.
"Sigurd! That's your squire!" Diana scolded him.
Sigurd ignored her, gazing at Blue in disappointment. "All this time you're just sweet talking, this is the biggest shame of my life. I shouldn't pick you up in the first place. You're nothing special at all."
That last sentence stabbed Blue in the heart. But Sigurd didn't care. Yes, he doesn't care. He is an NPC after all. Sigurd walked away with his troops following him, leaving him with the elf and the priest behind.
Blue just stares as their figures disappeared into the wilderness. After a moment of silence, he scoffed lowly.
"Jeez, to think I was just talking to NPCs as regular people." From the beginning, he thought these NPCs can understand human emotions. Apparently, he was wrong.
They're all the same, as that heartless society from that reality.
He stood up.
"Other than the dragon, what else did you see, Perseus?" Just as Diana turned to him and asked, she jolts in fright.
Even Friar began to feel fear when he felt an oppressive aura lurking in his bones. This player is...
Standing in front of them, is someone different. Instead of an enthusiastic Blue they've been talking to the whole time, they're looking at a murderer. Blue's hurtful eyes were replaced with an icy vicious glare, that undeniably surpasses Sigurd's cold face.
They're never humans to begin with. Not even his parents are his kind.
After I was picked up, they just threw me away like a waste. Sigurd, on the other hand, is just like them.
---
Three hours have passed, and Sigurd and his men already arrived to their enemies' location.
This part was used to be barren and empty but unlike today, there is bones were scattered in this area. If you look above it, you can see they're aligned one by one in a perfect position, forming what have been a mighty dragon as old remains.
Not far from them, there was a black hooded figure standing before a dragon's skull. They could hear him hum with an eerie tune while they watched him rub the bone surface with his pale hand. Although they couldn't see his face, Sigurd still recognizes that crooked appearance. It was Dark Necromancer Niadamar.
Sigurd's cold complexion turned into a frown, noticing something odd.
Other than Niadamar and the dragon skeleton, there's also a giant, black willow tree. But he couldn't find the guard Blue spoke of.
Was that rookie being delusional?
Despite these doubts nagging at him to worry, he didn't let go of the sight of his goal. He can't miss this opportunity. He has to kill this bastard once and for all!
"Formation!" He commanded.
They obeyed without hesitation. The spearmen stepped on the front while the archers and swordsmen stood behind them. The mages were also positioned on the rear of the squad.
Sigurd shouted to the necromancer, "Niadamar!"
Hearing his voice, the necromancer turned to him and his squad and looked up. His face has finally been revealed, which was pale as white as snow and his eyes have a cold eerie glint. His lips crooked into a smile.
"Ah, Sigurd. It's been a long time since I last saw you."
"It had been too long for you to live. Niadamar, we know what you're going to do with those bones." Sigurd glared at him like an angry tiger that wants to shred its nemesis.
"Oh, you mean these?" Niadamar calmly pointed at the bones behind him, his evil smile still plastered on his pale face.
"Since you know as you have claimed yourself, what are you going to do about it?"
Sigurd threatened him by unsheathing his sword. "Killing you before that happens."
But to Sigurd's confusion, Niadamar's smile grew wider as an arc.
"You should have listen to your own squire, young Sigurd."
*Hong*
*Rumble*
The ground began to shake in a violent vibration as if a massive earthquake has occurred. Suddenly, the roots of the willow tree are lifted up, retracting them from the dead silver soil. The dried up bark on its trunk splits open with three holes. In the two holes, there are two orbs burning with green flames as if they were eyes. Below them, the third hole opened wider and wider than the first two, forming into a terrifying mouth.
Gazing at this terrifying sight, Sigurd's expression turns pale.
Niadamar makes a hysterical laugh. "You're a fool Sigurd. Do you really think I would have one of my undead minions as my guard?"
"While you're busy playing with my Ent, I'll be going back to my little experiment. Have fun-- in hell!"
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Evil Ent
Level: 18
HP: 10,000/10,000
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The first boss is huge as the size of a castle. With the size and the sudden appearance of this monster, the mages began to panic, and sent out their powerful spells by accident. Their attacks, however, merely inflicted its HP at least around 100 and so on. This thing has high defense!
Its fiery green eyes looks down on its attackers. Drawing its mouth wide, it let out a terrifying shriek.
Its branches moved like arms, swiping down with what seems to be its hands towards Sigurd's group as if they were ants.
Alarmed, Sigurd shouted, "In coming!"
