Chapter 51
Dylan put all his spare attribute points into agility. Because he knew he would need it. Now he was with Seth and waiting for the conditional signal. When they saw a light smoke near the hill, Seth began to create a spell. Dylan focused his mana sense to get a better look at it.
Seth wasn't a normal shadow mage, but a shadow construct mage. Which meant he was very good at creating things out of mana, not just the typical cloaking spells.
Dylan could clearly see the shadow mana weaving around his body and creating a sort of armor made of shadow matter. But he couldn't make out the weave of the spell inside at all. This could mean three things: either he had underestimated the ability of shadow mana to hide, or the spell was incredibly complex, or it had a mana construct that impaired perception. But he didn't think too deeply about it and simply began to examine his hands as Seth completed the spell. They had turned a strange black color, and when he brought his hand up to the shadow, he saw how the armor's color completely merged with the surrounding background. It didn't change color, but it made it very hard to notice. Dylan tried to touch it and his hand passed through the armor easily, feeling only a slight resistance, it felt like very soft snow to the touch.
"It will last for about 20 minutes, but the longer you stay in the shadows, the slower the spell will degrade." Seth said, to which Dylan quickly nodded.
"Yes, thanks for the armor, it will help me a lot."
"You're welcome, and don't forget that in the light she's almost useless."
"Sure, wish me luck!" Dylan said and ran.
The plan that Evander left behind was indecently simple. First, the orcs were distracted in three directions. This was done by him, Cassandra and Ariana. He and Ariana were to lead the remaining orcs as far away from the Shaman as possible, while Cassandra was to lead her to a trap where she would be subjected to a multitude of spells. Of course, he did not believe that this would be successful and most likely they would all die. But they would cope with killing a large number of orcs.
Dylan ran as fast as he could, with the increase in agility he ran about 15 meters per second, spending a minimum amount of stamina on it. It took him several minutes of running to start hearing the orcs' stomping. Therefore, he had to pay more attention to stealth in order to get as close to them as possible.
He stopped in front of a small clearing on the Orcs' path and climbed a tree to better blend in with the foliage and hide in its shadow. From the high tree, he saw many Orcs and Goblins walking towards the hill. There seemed to be even more of them now than he had seen in the camp. Their average level had not changed, but he noticed many more class owners leading the others. When they came out into the clearing, they noticed the hill and the smoke coming from it. Contrary to his expectations, they did not immediately run there, but stopped and waited, talking loudly in their language. A few minutes later, a large group approached, in which he noticed a Shaman with several more class owners surrounded by many Orcs. Dylan immediately assessed them, but singled out a few.
Name: Bam
Race: Orc [Rare] Lvl 89
Class: Disciple of Hand Combat [Uncommon] Lvl 100
Class: Berserker [Rare] Lvl 22
Name: Thorn
Race: Orc [Rare] Lvl 61
Класс: Ancestral Spirits Warrior [Uncommon] Lvl 93
Class: Berserker [Rare] Lvl 30
Name: Gig
Race: Orc [Rare] Lvl 78
Класс: Ancestral Spirits Warrior [Uncommon] Lvl 100
Класс: Magician of Goblin [Uncommon] Lvl 58
Name: Ruri
Race: Orc [Rare] Lvl 43
Класс: Shaman of the Spirits Ancestors [Rare] Lvl 52
Class: Forest Sorceress [Uncommon] Lvl 100
The Orc Chieftain was surrounded by three large Orcs and one small Orc woman. Dylan was surprised that there was another Shaman there. He guessed that she was most likely her successor. For a second, he thought that Orcs had a matriarchal society, but thendecided that the leader was chosen because of the Shaman class.
The Orc Chieftain stopped and the nearest class owner started saying something, pointing at the smoke near the hill. She turned her head and answered loudly. After that, the nearest orcs straightened up and started beating their chests with their hands, shouting loudly. Dylan appreciated how wild it looked and even chuckled at the too simple nature of the orcs. When everyone gathered at the center, the shaman spoke loudly, after a short speech, the orcs began to look even more furious, Dylan saw how they were impatient to find people and crush them. The shaman nodded contentedly and waved her hand in the direction of the hill. The orcs were just waiting for this to rush forward. The shaman remained in the center and slowly walked with her followers. Thanks to this short performance, Dylan estimated that there were about 400 orcs and 400 goblins. This was much more than he expected, but he still decided to finish the test today.
The orcs had spread out slightly, which made his job a lot easier. So the chances of the Shaman killing him right away were significantly reduced. Dylan had to wait for the moment when the Shaman passed him, to go down to the orcs, activate his weapon and run away. But that was impossible. Most of the orcs simply ran past him quickly while the Shaman was still nearby, if he went down now it would be a quick death. So he waited for the moment when everyone passed by and climbed down from the tree. Now he did not hold back on speed, began to run quickly, making a small circle. It took him several minutes to catch up with the first row of orcs, about a kilometer before the hill.
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When the closest orc noticed him, he screamed loudly and rushed at him. Dylan did not immediately use the technique, but relied on the new dexterity statistics. He ran at the Orc, deftly dodging the blow of the mace. A quick swing of the sword cut his neck and he rushed to run further. Several orcs who heard the scream ran towards him, but Dylan did not pay attention to them and moved on. Several more orcs saw him and also thoughtlessly attacked him. This time, Dylan used the technique to skillfully dodge since the orc who hit him with a spear was the owner of the class. He was not strong, but he was much faster than the others. Using another technique, he slipped under a huge spear and cut his hands. The orc was smarter than the others and therefore covered his neck, waiting for the other orcs to grab him.
"I don't have time for this!"
Dylan said quietly, once again using the movement technique to break out of the encirclement, cutting the necks of two orcs along the way. Before he could get far, several goblins appeared near him, who began throwing stones at him. He deftly dodged and continued running, using techniques to make as many orcs as possible notice him. He ran and dodged, relying heavily on the shadow armor to sometimes hide in the branches of trees and shadows, changing directions. When he estimated that about 300 orcs and goblins were chasing only him, he gripped the sword tighter and began pouring mana and life force into it. The sword needed 600 MP and 400 HP. For it to begin to change its shape. Many holes appeared on it, from which pollen began to fly out continuously. It flew out and immediately surrounded him, bringing the pleasant smell of his favorite tree. He stopped to watch those who had already been pollen-covered and was not at all disappointed by what he saw.
The orcs and goblins who breathed in could no longer breathe normally and began to cough heavily, their eyes began to water and swell, and their exposed skin began to quickly turn red. In addition, the pollen that continuously flew out of the sword was well carried by the wind and spread over a greater distance than he thought. He stood in place for only a few seconds, but he already found himself in a dense cloud of pollen, because of which he had to put a transparent mana barrier on his eyes. Dylan smiled and with a satisfied smile and ran to the nearest goblin, cutting off his head.
Now everyone was defenseless against him and he began the massacre. Attacking another orc, he heard the goblin fall with a loud splash of blood. The orc tried to hit him blindly with club, but Dylan just had to stop to dodge it. Lunging, he cut his neck and could watch with great pleasure as the orc fell to one knee, holding his neck with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding. He laughed slightly at how easy it was and continued to mercilessly chop off everyone's heads.
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Ariana hid behind a tree and watched the huge horde. She didn't want to die, but seeing this, she knew for sure that she would go to the academy today. Having selected several class owners, she took a deep breath and activated the skills: [Unpredictable Shooting] [Rare+], [Hunter's Gaze] [Uncommon]. Using the technique, she loaded her physique to the maximum, quickly drawing her bow, she began to shoot three arrows per second, barely having time to change targets. Ariana shot the remaining 20 arrows, quickly stood up and began to run in the other direction, trying to feel her hands.
"Damn, it was worth it!"
Ariana managed to notice how she hit two class owners and several regular orcs, but she didn't see much else. She hoped that this would be enough to anger the orcs and force them to pursue her.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] Lvl 65, class [Berserker] [Rare] Lvl 31, class [Mace Warrior] [Uncommon] Lvl 98. You gain more experience for defeating a higher level enemy.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] Lvl 40.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] Lvl 32.
Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] Lvl 36.
Congratulations, you have gained a level in the class: [Adept of the Art of Unpredictable Shot] [Rare] Lvl 9 > Lvl 10
For 1 level you get:
Strength +4
Dexterity +4
Stamina +6
Constitution +6
Intelligence +4
Perception +6
+10 free attribute points
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Cassandra was on a tall tree and watched as the orcs from the center split into three directions. The first ran towards the smoke like absolute fools, the second group ran after Ariana, and the third gathered near an incomprehensible phenomenon more like a transparent green fog, not daring to approach it closely.
"Well, I guess that counts as a distraction too." Cassandra said thinking about Dylan's prank.
She climbed down from the tree, activated the skill to improve the characteristics and ran to the center, where she had to survive against several high-level orcs. She decided that it was not worth relying on regeneration and created blood armor for herself that completely covered her entire body. She did not strive for any stealth, since she had to make herself the most noticeable target and be much more desirable than other groups. Therefore, she began to create a spell that would spend 4000 MP. This left her with very little mana to lead the shaman to the planned location, but she thought she could handle it.
As she ran forward, blood began to pour out of her hands and collect on the fingers of her right hand, making the already large bloody claws even larger and longer than they were. She began to squeeze the Mana of Blood and simultaneously weave the strongest spell she knew. It took several long minutes of full concentration, but she prepared the spells just before she saw a large group of Orcs through the trees and a Shaman in the center. The Orc Chieftain also noticed her at this moment, and absolute rage began to boil within her. Cassandra dismantled the armor that surrounded her face, revealing a cruel, toothy smile. Without waiting for the Shaman to react, she swung her right hand vertically, releasing the prepared spell, in the form of 5 vertical stripes of blood that glowed with an eerie red light. The further the spell flew, the thinner the blades of blood became.
The shaman managed to react and raise the earthen walls that were supposed to stop her spell. But the blood went through them like a knife through butter. It crashed into the first line of orcs and cut them in half. Cassandra's face was covered in blood again and she quickly changed direction, starting to run towards the prepared place. She looked back and saw that her spell had killed at least 40 orcs.
You fool, you didn’t have time to strengthen the earth with mana and collect enough stones for protection.
Cassandra turned her head and used the technique, starting to run even faster. But it was not enough to completely avoid the Shaman's spell. The wind rose around her and carried her in the direction of her run, at first she was happy about it. But when she noticed that the wind mana began to take on a humanoid form, her instincts began to scream. Using Blood Magic, she dragged herself forward trying to break free from the wind, but it was not enough, the spirits did not leave her.
The first spirit that quickly appeared to her right swung its mace at her and Cassandra took the blow with her hands. Her armor was completely shattered and her hands were crushed. In flight she managed to turn her head back to see another spirit pierce her heart with a spear. She panicked hysterically and tried to dodge and block the blow with the blood that she had enhanced with magic, but it was useless. The spear slammed into her and completely destroyed her heart. She turned her gaze to the third spirit to see an axe hurtling towards her neck.
Is this really my death?!
But before the axe could reach her neck, a black hole in space appeared around her and instantly slammed shut with her. Cassandra didn't have time to understand this before she lost consciousness due to her injuries and too much strain.