Chapter 48 (1/2)

Night Blood Phoenix couldn’t figure out what brilliant skills Fatty had that had caused a party of players to die. Had he ground them to death one by one or used some other means?

He had not witnessed the situation at the time, so Night Blood Phoenix couldn’t figure it out even after thinking about it. However, after seeing Fatty’s crowd control performance, he was more inclined to believe him.

Of course, this was just a momentary thought. The current situation couldn’t allow him to think for too long.

As a Death Knight, he was naturally the main force of the party when it came to tanking monsters. Since Fatty had said that the players of the party who had died would come over soon, the most important thing right now was combat!

“Death Grip!”

As he held a sword in his right hand, Night Blood Phoenix’s left hand waved forward before he slashed out!

The two Elite monsters that were chasing after Fatty seemed to be under some kind of huge traction force. Along with this force, they were forcibly pulled toward Night Blood Phoenix!

This was a skill that Death Knight players could learn at Level 20, which was the one and only way to pull monsters over. It could forcibly pull monsters within a certain range in front of a Death Knight with a mocking effect. Although no damage was inflicted, it could cause a huge amount of hatred, so it was very useful.

The Death Grip Skill could pull up to six monsters at a time. If there was even a Berserker player in the party, he could enter the group of monsters with a jump. Then, he could execute his Whirlwind Slash. That would simply be the best combination to farm monsters with!

Of course, this was a method for players that wanted to level up in later stages. There were not many Level 20 players like Night Blood Phoenix now, let alone any who had learned the Death Grip. Therefore, nobody could form a rapport on this move with him for now.

However, Night Blood Phoenix was worthy of being a senior player. Besides having a high level, he had also learned a lot of skills.

After the Death Grip pulled the monsters over, he immediately executed a Chaos Plague on the Elite monster that didn’t have much health left. Then, he attacked and managed to kill the Elite monster by deducting more than 150 HP from it!

Upon seeing this, Fatty was dumbstruck. Not only had Night Blood Phoenix learned the Death Grip, but he had also learned the Chaos Plague?

How much had this guy spent to collect skills?

The Chaos Plague Skill was also a Level 20 skill of the Death Knight Class. Like a cursing skill, it would contaminate the target with a chaotic status and lower their accuracy rate.

Even though this skill sounded useless, if a similar Blood Strike or Frost Strike was used, it would devour the target’s plague effect and cause huge additional damage!

There were probably no players with such a damage output ability that could deduct 150 HP from an Elite with a sword move, right?

Of course, although Night Blood Phoenix’s attack power was high, it was not always possible to maintain such a high level of damage output. If he wanted to use the Chaos Plague and the Blood Strike, he would have to consume a rune in the rune column. This rune would be confined to the influence of the mana. The only shortcoming of Death Knights was probably that they had low mana…

However, no matter what, the Death Knight Class was indeed very powerful…

Despite sighing, Fatty did not stay idle. He used the Corrosion Skill on the Elite monster, lowering its armor so that Night Blood Phoenix could attack it more easily.

Having a party member to help was indeed different. The Elite, whose HP had almost bottomed out, was killed in less than half a minute. After killing that Elite, Night Blood Phoenix aimed at another Elite.

As for the Elite who had died, not only did Night Blood Phoenix not touch it, but the Dark Mage, who appeared very relaxed and stood not far behind him, did not either.

Evidently, they had left the dead body for Fatty to open. After all, they had explained their intention, which was to help him. If they didn’t let the party leader obtain the dropped items, their personality would change.

Fatty was also fully aware of this, so he rushed over to take the items that Elite had dropped. However, he chose to pick them all up. Without even seeing them, he put them in the system’s temporary backpack, planning to wait until the battle was over.

While attacking the remaining Elite monster, Fatty couldn’t care less about his mana. He just released his Miasma, Poison Sting, and Corrosion on the Elite. Anyway, with Night Blood Phoenix containing the monsters, he could attack without any worries.

A minute and a half later, this Elite only had one-third of its HP left. The players of the Owl Wolf Guild, who had all died earlier, finally arrived.

This party of players was really mad that they had been completely annihilated by a Venomancer. If word got out, it would be really embarrassing. Especially after they had heard the story from the resurrected Thief player and knew that the Venomancer had snatched their Boss. Their grievances were now worse.

This was not the novice period, when death was not punished. Every time a player died, they would lose 10% of their equipment durability, 10% of their current EXP, and 20% of the money in their backpack. Although not everyone was at a very high level now or had much money, it seemed that they had not suffered a big loss when they’d died. The biggest problem was that their equipment had lost its durability.