Skeleton Warrior (1)

Warcraft, a creature unique to the Dominic continent, is something Drogo has never really seen before. He only knows from Matthew's memories that these creatures are not simple and, of course, not easy to provoke.

Just like powerful humans have levels, the strength of Warcraft is also divided into similar levels. And the same level does not mean that humans have equal strength to Warcraft.

Generally speaking, a human with third-level strength, whether a mage or a warrior, would have no choice but to run when facing a third-level Warcraft alone. But even if they run, it is still unknown if they can escape. Only a group of several or even a dozen people, well-trained and coordinated, have a chance of successfully killing just one third-level Warcraft.

Moreover, this is only a general third-level Warcraft. If it is a more special one, even intermediate mages and warriors, powerful beings with fifth-level or even higher strength, would not dare to provoke them easily.

But now, this suddenly appears in front of Drogo and Elaine. It is a special and terrifying creature - the Poisonous Arrow Iron Beast, and it is a fourth-level one, with only its head exposed under the firelight while the rest of its body hides in the darkness.

"Damn it, why is it this thing?"

Information suddenly floods into Drogo's mind. The name of this Poisonous Arrow Iron Beast shows its main characteristic - its body is covered in iron armor, almost impenetrable. This already makes it almost invincible, but Drogo can also imagine that in the part still hidden in the darkness, its body is full of poisoned arrows ready to pierce the body of any target at any time.

At the same time, Drogo also realizes the reason why this Warcraft appeared here. According to Matthew's memories, the Poisonous Arrow Iron Beast is ferocious and does not allow any other creatures to exist in the area where it lives. The Poisonous Arrow Iron Beast also has a habit, that is, its lair must be built near a special black boulder.

An isolated territory? Drogo and Elaine have not seen a single living thing along the way. A special black boulder? Drogo understands this very well. The camping site he chose, which looked good no matter how he looked at it, is clearly the lair of the Poisonous Arrow Iron Beast.

"Roar--"

Without thinking too much, the Poison Arrow Ironclad Beast had already let out a loud roar, and the anger contained within it was clear even to Drogo, who had never seen a beast before.

"Run!"

At that moment, he had considered fighting back. Having received the magical inheritance from the Great Necromancer Matthew, Drogo's magical strength was not at the fourth level as predicted by Wynne, but had just surpassed the fifth level, reaching the level of an intermediate mage.

However, even an intermediate mage did not have the ability to single-handedly fight against a fourth-level Poison Arrow Ironclad Beast. Moreover, Drogo was a super beginner who could not even recite magic spells proficiently.

Unable to win, he could only run. Drogo picked up the stunned little girl, leaped over the bonfire, and then ran towards the back of the boulder as fast as he could.

Perhaps the inheritance had brought about a spiritual change, and Drogo was exceptionally clear-headed now. He hoped that the bonfire could slightly impede the footsteps of the Poison Arrow Ironclad Beast. As long as the opponent had a little bit of fear, he could buy a little more time for himself and Elaine.

Sure enough, Drogo was right. Even beasts could not escape their inherent nature. They had a natural aversion to flames. A hint of fear towards the flames was evident in the roar of the Poison Arrow Ironclad Beast, which manifested in hesitation in its movements.

This momentary pause gave Drogo time, and in an instant, he ran out more than a hundred meters. This speed would have broken all world records in his previous world. But at this moment, Drogo didn't have the time to think about these messy things. He only hoped that he could shake off the Poison Arrow Ironclad Beast, or even run out of this damn King's Forest in one breath.

But illusions were always just illusions. The Poison Arrow Ironclad Beast was truly worthy of its name as a ferocious beast, and its strength far exceeded Drogo's imagination. Just as Drogo, carrying Elaine and running at a speed that had already exceeded the limit of an ordinary person, felt the terrifying stench behind him getting closer and closer at a speed faster than his running speed.

Escape? There was almost no hope left.

However, Drogo didn't stop walking and just couldn't help but look back. To his surprise, there was no trace of the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast behind him. But even though he couldn't see it, Drogo's newly awakened spiritual power told him with clarity and accuracy that the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast was right behind him, quickly catching up.

"Oh no - it's underground!"

Almost at the same time as Drogo exclaimed in alarm, the terrifying aura of the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast collided with Drogo's body. It was like a violent gust of wind hitting him, almost knocking Drogo off his feet.

"Ah -"

Drogo shouted and suddenly turned to the left, jumping with all his might while holding Elaine. Just as they jumped away, the ground they had just been standing on suddenly exploded and a black shadow burst out of the hole.

At the same time, a bright light flashed by, like a lightning bolt cutting through the darkness.

Claws! These were the claws of the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast, another deadly weapon apart from its teeth and poison arrows. It had forcefully hacked out a flash of light in the darkness.

Drogo felt every hair on his body stand up. If it weren't for his instinctive evasion just now, he and Elaine would have been torn to pieces by the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast's sudden attack.

"Weakening Curse!"

Under pressure, Drogo's spell suddenly became nimble. The beginner ancestral curse of necromancy fell directly on the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast as he waved his fingers.

If it was just an ordinary person, this weakening curse would be enough to leave them without even the strength to stand, at the mercy of their enemies. But now, Drogo saw that the dark purple light of the weakening curse had only bounced off the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast's body and disappeared without a trace.

And the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast's speed and shape remained unaffected. After a furious roar, it leaped forward once again, its claws already hovering above Drogo's head.

Weakening Curse - ineffective!

"You beast, try this!"

"Fatigue Curse!"

"Disease Curse!"

"Paralysis Curse..."

Drogo is running for his life while using every low-level curse he can think of and cast quickly against the Poison Arrow Iron Armored Beast. Exhaustion and disease curses proved to be ineffective, but he noticed a brief hesitation in the beast's movement after casting the paralysis curse. This gave him a moment to escape and made him hopeful.