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52 Chapter

Chapter 52

Dylan killed many orcs and goblins so easily that he couldn't even believe it. Now even class owners were just children against him. All he had to do was walk around and cut off their heads or slit their necks without any problems. Occasionally he would come across a strong class owner who would try to hit him blindly with a technique or run away. But it was useless, Dylan would sometimes let them believe that they hit him or managed to run away, but it was just his cruel joke that brought too much pleasure. When he got the first level in the class after killing about 40 orcs, he started laughing loudly, not believing his luck. Out of joy, he doubled his efforts and stamina consumption, dealing with everyone even faster. It took him about seven minutes to raise two more levels.

He paused for a second and thought about the very poor visibility. He hadn't noticed it before because there was always a cloud of pollen around him that obscured his vision, but now it was everywhere. He looked at the sword and realized that it had stopped releasing pollen into the air.

Damn, everything is so hard to see that I didn’t even notice.

Shrugging, Dylan ran on to find a new victim, he ran in circles through the fog but found no one. So he decided to step out of the fog cloud and try to spread it with weak wind magic spells. As he was about to do so, he saw something brightly flash in his field of vision.

Instantly, all the joy and childishness evaporated from him, and he quickly cast a spell that literally pulled him into the ground and buried him. While in the ground, he heard a loud explosion. Narrowly avoiding it, he took a deep breath and choked on the dirt that had gotten into his mouth. Holding his breath, he mentally reproached himself.

What an idiot I am, of course a small spark is enough for me to explode, or burn to hell! It's fucking obvious! Why disperse pollen with wind magic if you can set it on fire from a safe distance and blow me up!

Dylan was in no hurry to get out of the ground, as he was thinking about two things. Either everything outside was burning and it was safer to wait it out in the ground, or there were few trees left outside and he wouldn't be able to hide from anyone.

Isn't it too cruel to blow up everyone who was here? Or was it an accident? In any case, it's worth checking, I have enough oxygen for a long time due to my high constitution, so there is still time.

Dylan wanted to cast the tier 3 spell "Invisible Eye", but he ran into a problem. He couldn't send it through the obstacles because he didn't fully understand one component of the spell. After thinking about it for a moment, he extended the aura beyond the ground and began casting the spell there. After spending some time on it, he made sure the mana connection was subtle enough and began manipulating the spell to direct it.

Outside he saw that the trees were completely bare of leaves and that some of them were burning. The grass was completely scorched and the nearest orc corpse was very badly scorched and smoldering unpleasantly. Dylan only had to imagine the smell to feel sick. Quickly changing the spell's view, he saw that the clarity of vision at long distances was very poor due to the surrounding smoke. So he had to look at everything at a relatively close distance, there were many charred bodies lying around, trying to ignore them, he continued searching. Two minutes later he found living goblins sorting through the orc corpses, pointing the slaughter in their direction, not far from them he saw orcs. They turned over the bodies, examining their injuries, sometimes they had to drag the head back to the body to figure out who it belonged to. The orcs did this with a painful expression on their faces, and when someone, as he understood, recognized the killed one, he began to quietly growl and speak in a quiet voice, folding his hands in prayer.

This showed Dylan that the orcs were more than just mindless creatures and actually felt compassion. But he didn't care, if he had the chance, he would have started killing them with the same pleasure.

Dylan couldn't figure out which of the orcs had a class, since [Great Identification] didn't work with that spell, but everyone was praying and he wondered how the system identified intelligent beings and gave them access to classes. In his opinion, even though the orcs lacked developed consciousness and intelligence, they were almost like humans. Of course, they were more cruel and aggressive, but very similar to humans.

He stopped thinking about it and sent the spell on. A few minutes later he found the orc shaman and her retinue also sorting through the bodies, but doing it much more casually. They made no attempt to show any respect for the dead, but simply indifferently examined for wounds and determined the cause of death.

Because of this, Dylan could clearly see how the class owners treated the common orcs, to them they were nothing more than expendable material.

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Apparently she stopped caring about the number of people we killed. But why did she heal those who were poisoned by Alistair? Or did she just think of them as a convenient resource? Maybe she decided at that moment that healing the orcs wouldn't be that hard for her. Well, no point in thinking about it.

Dylan continued to watch them and suddenly realized that he was distracted by the relationship of the orcs among themselves, and did not immediately understand that the shaman was here, and what this could mean.

Did I attract more attention and Cassandra couldn't get to her in time? Or did Shaman already kill Cassandra and I was next? Damn!

Dylan began to think frantically as the orcs searched the area. He quickly moved a spell to his location and began to look for an exit. The area was empty of vegetation and without shadow armor, he could only hide behind the trees and try to run along the burning branches. He began to look for an escape route where there were no orcs that could warn the shaman about him. After searching the area, he found several orcs, a hundred meters away from him. Dylan did not think that there was enough smoke for him to escape quietly, so he remained buried in the ground. Casting a simple spell, he dug a small hole and began to pull in air from the outside to breathe. It tasted burnt, along with the sickening smell of burnt meat. Suppressing the nausea, he began to think about what he could do at this moment.

The shaman was definitely looking for it, but could she really find him if she couldn't feel his spell.? Dylan doubted it, so he sat quietly in the ground, checking the surrounding area with "Invisible Eye". His mana dropped to 800 MP and he began to worry about how long it would last. Of course, with several class levels, he was already spending much less mana on this spell and the closer it was, the less mana it required, but it would last him a maximum of 60 minutes.

Dylan continued to sit, contemplating a heroic death.

Yes, that's a good prospect for me. I won't wait like a rat for her to leave and I attack them.

After 10 minutes, a goblin reached the orc that was 20 meters away from him, but Dylan was expecting a large prey. Apparently, that corpse was an unusual orc, so the goblin called someone. A few minutes later, he saw a shaman, along with other class owners. Dylan held his breath, activated all improving skills, and began to prepare a spear of power from the remaining mana, pouring all his will into it.

The shaman approached the corpse, but her brows slightly furrowed and her gaze moved to its location. Dylan did not wait any longer, he dispelled the observation spell and cast the spell "Earth Manipulation" revealing himself. He saw that everyone was surprised to see him, he instantly used the skill [Ghost Flicker] and ran to the shaman's successor.

Thanks to [Accelerated Perception], Dylan clearly saw the shaman's face distort in rage, and then in fear when she realized what he had decided to do. The two closest Orcs with the [Ancestral Spirits Warrior] class quickly moved towards him, blocking his passage. And the shaman began to cast some kind of spell, but Dylan did not pay attention to it, he had previously sworn that he would not overload his constitution, but he decided to do it now.

Dylan used the movement technique again and was almost in close proximity to the orc's spear, he dodged the spear and fired "Spear of Power" into the close proximity. A projectile of blue mana flew out of his sword and slammed into the orc's stomach, ripping open his insides and sending him flying. Another orc swung his club at him, but Dylan used the technique at the limit of his constitution, was able to dodge and quickly approach the young shaman.

At that moment, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face and he looked into her eyes, seeing complete horror. The Orc, even with her high stats, was unable to prepare a spell and was completely exposed. In his mana sense, Dylan sensed that the Shaman's spell was ready and smiled even more. He used another technique and poured his will into the sword. In an instant, the blade of the sword cut off the Orc's head, leaving only Existential Horror on her face.

Congratulations, you have defeated [Orc] [Rare] Lvl 43 , class [Shaman of the Spirits Ancestors] [Rare] Lvl 52, class [Forest Sorceress] [Uncommon] Lvl 100. You get more experience for defeating a higher level enemy.

Congratulations, you have gained one level in the [Ghost Sword Arts Adept][Rare] class Lvl 15 > Lvl 16

For 1 level you get:

Strength +5

Dexterity +7

Stamina +7

Vitality +4

Constitution +5

Intelligence +2

Perception +5

+5 free attribute points

The last technique caused the muscles in Dylan's arm to tear with terrible pain, he felt all other pain in the body and how his legs no longer responded to his commands. After the blow, he fell to the ground and waited for the Shaman's spell to take his life, but at the last moment, due to the emotional trauma, she made a mistake in it and it broke harmlessly. The surrounding Orcs were first stupefied, and then screamed at him with grief and rage. The Shaman, with great bitterness, burst into tears and fell to her knees, not wanting nothing undertake.

Dylan thought he was going to die from his own injuries when the shaman didn't finish what she started, but the orc Berserker went into a rage that he couldn't control, rushed at him and with a strong blow of his hand, smashed him into the ground, turning his chest into mush. Dylan only had time to see a portal open near him and lost consciousness.