Chapter 151: The Outcome is Decided
Caught completely off guard, I stood there stunned for a moment, unable to react. Why? The Killing Intent was clearly coming from across the Forest, when did he get above my Head...?
Qiuludun watched the tip of the Wrist Blade in his hand gradually approach the Target's Head, a ferocious Smile appearing on his face: This time I'm going to play you to death!!
It was too late. Even if I could react in time, I couldn't possibly dodge this extremely deceptive and hidden Attack. Time seemed to slow down suddenly. I could even feel the tingling sensation of goosebumps rapidly rising on my scalp under the stimulation of the cold, sharp blade tip.
Just as the blade tip was less than a centimeter from my Head, a hint of a Smile suddenly appeared in my Gaze.
"Frozen Armor."
I coldly uttered these four words.
"Wh... what..."
In an instant, Qiuludun, who was staring wide-eyed as his Wrist Blade slowly descended, suddenly saw a snowy White Mist flash across the opponent's Body. He had no Time to react at all. The next moment, a resistance was transmitted from the Wrist Blade upon contact.
It must have hit!
Based on years of Experience, he immediately judged this. But along with the real sense of contact came a bone-chilling Cold. In an instant, his entire Body stiffened, leaving only his Brain buzzing.
No... impossible... Isn't this the Wizard's Ice Armor? Why...
"Ha..."
I let out a big breath. Thank God for the Rules he created, otherwise, with that Attack on my Head just now, I wouldn't have enough Lives to die, no matter how many I had.
However, now was not the Time to Relax. Assassins rely most on their Speed, so generally speaking, the Equipment they choose will lean towards Cold Resistance Stats. A Tier 1 Ice Armor couldn't delay him for long at all.
Therefore, in the next breath, I immediately activated the Magic prepared in the Magic Stacking Technique—Blizzard!
Why didn't I use Blizzard to Attack first and then stack other Spells? This is because the Glow when casting Blizzard is too obvious and easily detected by the Enemy, and it also requires aiming. Ice Armor, on the other hand, activates instantly, requires no aiming, and takes effect immediately upon the Enemy's Attack. Therefore, low-Tier Magic is not necessarily weaker than high-Tier Magic. In this World, there is no strongest Magic, only the most suitable Magic.
The Blizzard that had been prepared early naturally struck the Assassin's stiff Body without any surprise. With a "bang," White Mist-like Frost emanated from his Body, which had been frozen into an ice block, enveloping him completely.
Don't rush, don't panic. Take it step by step. Watching everything proceed exactly as expected, I secretly suppressed my excited Mood, while preparing the third and final Magic. At the same Time, I switched out the Divine Language Staff in my hand. Although its Attack Power was high, I didn't dare to use it to strike the Assassin frozen into an ice block, because one of the Divine Language Staff's Stats was "+5-30 Fire Damage." Hitting him with it would only speed up the Assassin's thawing.
So, I switched to the Ice Spike Mace that dropped in Tamoe Highland last Time, which had "+1-4 Cold Damage, Duration 3 seconds." While preparing the next Magic, I casually tapped the "Assassin Jelly" without aiming to cause much Damage, just hoping to delay the Assassin's thawing Time, even by a Single Point.
He indeed had Cold Resistance Equipment on him. The Blizzard, which could usually Freeze ordinary Monsters for over ten seconds, only lasted about 3 seconds on the Assassin before a series of "crackling" ice-breaking sounds came from him.
However, it was enough.
The moment the Assassin broke out of the ice, a swirling Frost that felt like it could Freeze the Soul had already condensed In Front of me.
"Ahhh... Polar Storm!!"
The next moment, an ice energy shockwave composed of extremely cold Frost energy masses shot out from that mass of Frost, passing directly through the Assassin's Body.
Qiuludun, who had just thawed, was still moving very slowly due to the Influence of the ice energy. How could he possibly dodge the Attack of the Polar Storm? In an instant, he felt as if the Blood in his Body was about to Freeze.
Although Polar Storm doesn't have a Freezing function, limiting his Speed was easy. Perhaps his Cold Resistance wasn't low, but don't forget, my Polar Storm was also already Tier 8.
How is this possible!!!
Watching his Life rapidly drop, Qiuludun's Brain was blank. Why? Why could a Druid use Sorceress Skills? Why was the Damage of this Polar Storm so high? In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. And now, facing him, he could only think of two choices, either of which was almost certain death.
The first choice was to take out a dissolving Potion from his Belt and drink it. But taking something out of the Belt also takes Time, and worse, he was currently in a Frozen State, which required even more Time. Judging by the current rate of his Life decline, even Qiuludun himself felt it was unlikely. If he hadn't been hit by that Blizzard at the beginning, perhaps he could have taken a gamble.
Therefore, he could only choose the second Method.
Mind Blast.
I was doing my best to control the Polar Storm to envelop the Assassin when I suddenly felt a dull ache in my chest, and the condensed Mana was almost scattered. Fortunately, the Meditation and mental practice from a while ago had significantly increased my Mental Power concentration, otherwise, that single blow just now would have been enough to Interruption my Polar Storm.
However, before I could feel happy, a dark blob suddenly shot out rapidly from the Assassin's hand.
Fire Burst.
Still recovering from the Influence of Mind Blast, I was hit again by the Fire explosion. My Body was blasted back a few steps, and the Polar Storm in my hand immediately stopped.
Good opportunity, Qiuludun felt his Body suddenly warm up. He immediately reacted, instantly cast Burst of Speed on himself, turned around, and ran. He wanted to leave this place, leave far away, and never want to see this Demon-like Druid In Front of him again for the rest of his Life.
However, as he took his first step, he felt his heel slip, and his whole Body spun around.
Bast... bastard... How could this happen!!
Feeling his Body slowly turning upside down, he opened his eyes Incredulous. A crystal-clear ice path appeared in his sight, extending from his feet into the depths of the Forest over ten meters away.
However, this ice path, as beautiful as something from a fairy tale, had now become his deadly Weapon.
What a Joke!! Qiuludun struggled to control his falling Body, but due to the Influence of the Polar Storm just now, his normally flexible Muscles were now stiff as iron blocks.
With a "bang," he fell to the ground and slid several meters. Light Snow , who was right behind, immediately used Teleport and pounced on him...
I also widened my eyes. I originally thought this Time I would fail again, but I didn't expect such a dramatic ending. My Opponent, who had stubbornly endured being tricked by me twice in a row, would actually slip on a patch of ice unintentionally formed by my Polar Storm due to a small oversight of his own. At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a bit amused and exasperated. At the same Time, with such a vivid example happening In Front of me, I secretly took it as a warning—no Matter what Time it is, absolutely never get carried away with pride.
The Ghost Wolves that had surrounded him had scattered, leaving only Light Snow still pinning him down to prevent him from escaping. According to my instructions, they were only supposed to leave the Assassin with a Single Point of Life.
I leaned in for a look. At this Time, the Assassin was in a Weakness State under the Ghost Wolves' torment, being held down by Light Snow , barely clinging to Life. His Life value was only in the single digits. As expected, it was "a Single Point." Needless to say, this was definitely Light Snow 's masterpiece.
Forget it, knock him out and transport him back to the Rogue Encampment.
As I was thinking this, I looked over, but unexpectedly saw a determined Smile on the opponent's face. As if gathering his last remaining Strength, he plunged the Wrist Blade in his hand into his chest.
Not good!
I cried out inwardly, but it was already too late to stop him.
Instantly, Blood Splatter bloomed.
I quickly took out a Rejuvenation Potion from my hand. Although I felt it was very unworthy to waste such a precious Thing to save a scumbag, he was still a Human after all. My heart hadn't become that cold.
However, after walking up, I shook my Head and sighed, putting the Potion back. That stab just now had consumed his last bit of Life. It was clear from the fact that the wound on his chest never healed, but continuously gushed bright red Blood, that his Life value was completely depleted. Even Angel Descent might not be able to save him.
The Blood Splatter on the ice slowly spread from his Body, revealing a tragic and desolate beauty. When a person is about to die, their actions are good. At this Time, there was no longer any trace of coldness or malicious Aura on his face. That ordinary face, around 20 years old, fair and slightly pale, made it impossible to imagine that just a moment ago he was so arrogant and overbearing.
I turned my Head away slightly, feeling a bit of reluctance. The Warrior's strong Life Constitution allowed him to retain a trace of Consciousness even as his Life withered. His lips trembled constantly, as if speaking something.
"Do you have any last words you want to convey to your Relatives or Friends? I will make sure to pass them on for you." I squatted down and asked softly.
As if he heard my Voice, he laboriously turned his Head to look at me. A hint of mockery suddenly appeared on his pale face, then he weakly tilted his Head back down, muttering constantly, as if speaking to me, yet not, making it difficult to fully understand.
"Kurast... is a Ghost Place, damp and hot... full of Fierce Beasts everywhere. Lut Gholein is also a Ghost Place... dry and cold... hot and dry, nothing but Sand... As expected... the taste of home... is good... so good... Kurunana... my dear... are you here to pick me up...?"
His Voice gradually grew softer. I was startled and carefully Pondered his words. What exactly did he want to say? Or was it just rambling from a blurry Consciousness.
By the Time I came back to my senses, he had gently closed his eyes, a hint of a Smile on the Corner of his mouth. It was completely different from the cold and sinister expression I had seen before, like the Smile of a child who had received Candy.
"Wu, you've worked hard..."
Just as I was looking at his Corpse, unsure of what to do, a familiar Voice came from behind me, making me jump unexpectedly, then spring up like a startled grasshopper.
"It's you, Kashya, did you want to scare me to death?"
I turned my Head and saw that familiar face, a face I couldn't be more familiar with. I let out a sigh of relief and complained.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Kashya smiled faintly, revealing a Sorrowful Aura completely different from her usual playful self.
"When did you follow me?"
"Just this morning. I originally wanted to step in, but seeing how engrossed you were, I temporarily chose to observe. How was it? What are your thoughts on this Battle?" Kashya asked, smiling at me.
"Terrible. If possible, I never want to face such an Enemy again. Those brainless Monsters are much cuter." I let out a big sigh.
"That won't do. If you always fight those rigid Monsters, you won't truly become an Expert."
"Sigh..."
I sighed again and pointed at the Assassin's Corpse.
"It seems you know something. Can you tell me what's going on? Why would he kill his own kind?"
"Are you sure you want to know? Actually, this was the Matter I was hesitant about telling you last Time. I originally thought it wouldn't be too late to tell you after we got to Lut Gholein, but I didn't expect trouble to come knocking so quickly."
"Enough, just tell me quickly. It's already involved me, isn't it?"
I said impatiently, a chill rising in my heart. If it wasn't me who encountered him this Time, but Lars or someone else, or if he had successfully infiltrated the Rogue Encampment, wouldn't Sarah and the others be in Danger? Thinking of this, I couldn't face the Matter with an Attitude of indifference any longer.