OBS Chapter 123 Only You Will Die
Chapter 123 Only You Will Die
Chapter 123 Only You Will Die
"You damned drow, a being whose bloodline is tainted, a being abandoned by the gods, filthy—"
The leader cursed as he watched Kane approach with his scimitar, pointing the scimitar menacingly at him, his eyes filled with malice.
Just then, he heard the sounds of horses neighing, arrows flying, and screams outside.
Kane remained unfazed.
Amidst several screams, he also heard the voices of the Dark Brotherhood mercenaries he had brought, but there were mostly screams from the opposing side.
This time, he was deliberately catching the enemy off guard, drawing inspiration from the combat tactics used by the Drow in the City of War to ambush adventurer teams.
First, lure a group of enemies into the woods to disrupt their formation. Then, use the warriors hidden in the canopy to ambush the spellcaster first. Afterward, quickly retreat, take the horses, and set a fire.
On the plains, the combined combat power of the numerous mounted half-elves, relying on the momentum of their horses and the slashing of their scimitars, far surpasses that of the mercenary group he brought, and their mobility is also far inferior.
After all, although they are nominally called the "Dark Brotherhood," the mercenaries of Twin Harbor can only fight when things are going well, not when things are going badly for them in an environment like Sussas.
With a crackling sound, the flames burst into flames.
The trees beside the two were also set on fire.
Although there are few trees on the savanna, the wind is strong and the grass is dry, making it extremely easy to catch fire.
Once ignited, the fire spreads extremely quickly. The crackling sounds of burning can be clearly heard in the air.
The leader gritted his teeth and glared at him, saying, "Get out of the way! Or we'll all die! Your elemental absorption won't last long!"
Kane smiled. "No, you'll be the one who dies. I'll kill you and then leave."
The leader unleashed a string of elven curses, then charged forward, his scimitar slashing wildly.
With the help of the spells attached to his body, he was extremely fast.
Kane secretly accelerated his blood flow, parried with his sword, and continued to harass the enemy by manipulating the weapons on the ground with his mage hand.
Clang clang clang, sparks fly everywhere.
The leader gritted his teeth, his speed increasing. He stared at Kane, then suddenly grinned: "Fear spell!"
The enchanted runes on the scimitar flashed. Fear crossed Kane's face, and he involuntarily took a step back.
Taking advantage of the situation, the leader swung his sword and slashed down at Kane's head.
He wanted to kill that damned pureblood drow who had brought him shame and caused his organization heavy losses.
But just as the scimitar was about to touch Kane's throat, Kane suddenly ducked, seemingly unaffected, and whispered, "Mind Wedge!"
The invisible spikes pierced the half-elf leader's chest from below, but unexpectedly dissipated.
Kane's subsequent slash at the opponent's curved blade was also heavily blocked.
"He even has enchanted equipment." Kane frowned.
He had already anticipated the effects of the spell on the opponent, which should have caused a momentary slowdown, but he hadn't expected that "Mind Wedge" would be blocked—there was no other possibility except for enchanted equipment.
The half-elf leader, having narrowly escaped death, quickly distanced himself, still shaken.
He stared at Kane and asked, "What kind of professional are you?"
He was genuinely puzzled. He had been imbued with multiple spells, making him one of the best among second-tier cultivators, yet this Zhuo Er, who was only slightly inferior in both strength and speed, was able to contend with him.
What's even more troublesome is that, despite their duel going on for so long, their opponent hasn't even broken a sweat, seemingly without any fatigue. What kind of monster is this?
The fire was getting closer and closer, and he could even feel the scorching heat in the air.
Kane looked at him and sighed softly, "Forget it, I'd better finish this quickly. In the firelight, no one should be able to see us—"
"No one can see anything?" The leader sensed something was wrong.
But he had no time to think the next second, because Kane charged at him again.
Moreover, his movements became more exaggerated, as if he were unafraid of injury, a stark contrast to his previous agile style.
A golden opportunity! The leader slashed Kane's shoulder with his blade, even cutting open his neck and leaving a deep wound.
At the same time, Kane's scimitar struck his chest, finally exhausting the enchantment spell.
A pang of heartache swept through the leader, but his face lit up with joy. As he had anticipated, the outcome was already decided.
However, the next moment, a flash of light appeared, and the leader's hand was slashed. He screamed and half of his hand fell to the ground.
The enchanted scimitar that had been picked up was retrieved by Kane with his injured hand the instant it hit the ground.
The leader staggered backward and fell to the ground. Sparks spread to his clothes, which began to catch fire, but he didn't care.
He stared wide-eyed at Kane, seeing that the trachea that should have been severed in the man's neck had been restored to its original state, and the blood that had flowed out was even flowing backwards—
In the blink of an eye, he was completely healed, as if he had never been injured.
The next moment, Kane slashed with his scimitar, and the chieftain's neck was slashed with the exact same wound that he had just inflicted on Kane.
The leader was bleeding profusely, and deep despair was evident in his eyes.
"You—you are one of those monsters—they want to kill you—"
Monster? Kane's expression shifted slightly. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, the leader had already breathed his last.
Blood splattered into the fire, making a sizzling sound.
The raging fire spread upwards, engulfing everything in its path.
Kane frowned as he looked at the corpse, but it was too late to care now.
Sparks that fell from the trees on either side landed on him, but the heat was absorbed by the elements, preventing them from igniting and quickly went out.
His gaze fell on the panel, which displayed a dense array of prompts:
[Check: You have killed Tier 2 Ranger Bennett. Your level is lower than the enemy's level (Iv24). Base experience is 100%]
[Cumulative Experience Points Gained: 500]
[Deterrence mission completed, excellent completion rate, reward: one perfect spell meditation (1 ring)]
Kane's expression shifted slightly.
Spell meditation allows him to adjust a spell as needed, just as he has modified water manipulation into a spell that can accelerate blood flow.
However, the spells he currently possesses do not yet meet his ideal requirements.
"It seems I need to acquire a new spell. Let's see if I can get a first-level spell from the Transmutation school that suits my offensive style."
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
The Spiderblade family's spellbooks were originally hidden in the building above, but the Nord army has swept them all away. The cave mainly contains gold coins and equipment.
Kane pondered for a moment, then poked at the leader's corpse with his scimitar, seeing that the enchanted garment had been ripped to shreds and was completely worthless.
"Let's leave first."
Kane sheathed his sword, stepped over the flames spreading across the ground, and walked out of the woods. The battle outside had ended.
Only a few of the Dark Brotherhood mercenaries he brought were wounded, with none killed, while the Bloodline Purification Society left behind many corpses and six or seven prisoners.
Under the cover of night, the mercenaries gazed at Kane as he slowly emerged from the fiery forest, their eyes filled with a deep-seated awe.