Chapter 259 - Actually, It Doesn“t Seem Too Difficul (1/2)

Seeing the green dragon, which the Druid had turned into, return to an undamaged state, Roland knew that things were far from good.

Morphing into a magical beast did not make one as powerful as the original beast of the same level. However, a Druid could rely on nature spells to make up for this.

In addition, the advantage of Morph was obvious: one could obtain a new intact body by switching forms.

This was why when fighting a Druid, one must kill him in a short amount of time, or else once he switched forms, one would have to fight a “brand new” enemy.

However, Druids were not without weaknesses. The interval between Morphs was at least half an hour, and no matter how much a Druid changed, their soul was unchanged, which meant that mana was always depleted. So if there was no way to kill a Druid in a short period of time, it would be a good idea to find a way to drain their mana, or attack their soul with spirit magic.

And that was precisely the Druid’s greatest weakness.

The elves were considered the second in resistance amongst all the races, with the first place being the Frostwolves.

However, after they transformed into beasts, not only did they lean toward the beast in their habits, their resistance would also decrease drastically.

This was normal. The brain of a beast itself was small, and the soul and body were complementary. A healthy, soul-compatible body would make it easier for the soul to be nourished and protected.

And human bodies and beast bodies naturally had the problem of not being a good match.

This caused a Druid’s intelligence, as well as resistance, to decline when they became a beast.

The most obvious manifestation of this was the problem of fewer nature spells that could be used and less power in those spells.

This was why Druids were not called a bug profession even though they were clearly so strong.

They were powerful in their strengths and quite obviously weak in their defects.

But the biggest problem right now was that no one knew spirit magic, and in addition, the Druids were too high-level and the elves had high magic talent. Their magic power wouldn’t run out that easily.

Roland slowly retreated. After all, the green dragon had decided that the most important target was just Schuck and Margret.

When he retreated into the woods, he stood still.

Betta and the others, on the other hand, stood in front of the woods without a trace.

Roland pinged Schuck in the guild system: “Find a way to keep him under control for at least three seconds, and I’ll fire a big bomb at him.”

Schuck: “Got it.”

After a brief moment of distraction, Schuck exited the guild chat system, then looked over at Margret who had rolled over and climbed back up.

Margret looked to be in bad shape: the scales on her upper body had fallen off, there was a dent in her left breastbone, and she was coughing up blood when she got up.

Thick blood with a fiery tinge dripped onto the ground like lava.

Schuck cast a healing spell on Margret, but it wasn’t very effective as Margret’s ma.s.s was much larger than a human’s. This was a healing spell specifically for human-sized beings, not for behemoths.

Upon hearing Schuck’s words, Margret immediately transformed into human form.

Dragon to human form was essentially the Morphing spell as well. After becoming human, she was in a harmless state. Schuck’s furious expression calmed down a bit when he saw her in this form.

Due to the fact that Druids could change into dragons, and dragons could change into elves or humans, and because of the world’s special wors.h.i.+p of power, many people mistakenly believed that the elves’ Morph was learned from the dragons, but the truth was the exact opposite.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the green dragon floating in midair began to glow, emitting wave after wave, and within just six seconds, he cast ten spells.

“What’s he doing?” Schuck felt that something was wrong.

“He’s casting enhancement spells on himself, things are going to be troublesome.” Margret’s small face tensed. “Schuck, let’s run away first.”

“Didn’t you say that normal enhancement spells didn’t work on a dragon’s ma.s.sive size?” Schuck asked in surprise.

Schuck had tried to boost Margret’s status in the past, but the results had been minimal.

“The elves are different, their magic comes from the World Tree, which helps add status magic to the Ancient of War, and also works on dragons. And I seem to have heard that the dragon’s magic is actually nature magic derived from the Elves.”

Margret’s expression seemed embarra.s.sed and slightly awkward.

Shuk was taken aback, but the situation in front of him didn’t allow him to be startled any longer. He hurriedly said to Margret, “You leave first. We are Golden Sons, we won’t die, but if something happens to you, it’s over. And you’re far weaker in human form than in dragon form.”

Margret pursed her lips. “Take care of yourself.”

Schuck nodded.

The green dragon in the air had already finished casting his spells and looked as if his entire body had grown.

Margret turned and ran off into the woods.

The green dragon continued to float. His huge pupils revealed a teasing expression, and he fluttered his wings, about to go after Margret, but then Schuck raised his greatsword high and bellowed, “Power Word: Forbidden s.p.a.ce!”

Immense pressure was suddenly piled on the green dragon’s body.

The green dragon’s body plummeted downward, almost falling to the ground. He flapped his wings vigorously, fanning a whirlwind on the ground and sweeping up a large amount of gra.s.s and leaves.

Seeing Schuck make a move, the people next to him charged forward.

Betta spewed dragon flames straight over from a distance, but the fireball was deflected before it even got close.