CHAPTER 429: ATTACK OF THE MURLOCS (2/2)

Individually, these Murlocs were clearly not a match for the attendants. However, their sheer numbers meant that it was only a time before the attendants were all buried by their warriors.

Because of that, there soon appeared several dozens of Murlocs who managed to break through the defensive lines created by the eight attendants.

“Your holiness, please make your escape without us, we’ll hold them back here.”

Faced with an ever-growing horde of Murlocs, the last two attendants made the difficult decision to stay behind. Through their sacrifice, they planned to buy Jezsere and I the time we needed to escape. Without any hesitation whatsoever, the two of them took up the same formation their sisters used previously. By now, the Murlocs were already within smelling distance of us. The two Dark Elves raised their shield to block the incoming barrage of spears, then slammed down on the nearest Murloc, stunning him for a quick sword kill.

Thanks to their combination of sword and shield, they were able to rotate smoothly between defense and offense, not at all like an assassin’s dual wielding style which left one open at times. In a chaotic battle like this, their balanced style was proving highly effective, especially since their shields served as a means to stun their opponents as well. Because the stone spears weren’t able to pierce their shields, that meant that they didn’t have to dodge any projectiles either.

These Six-star Dark Elves were not only accomplished warriors, they were mages as well. In other words, they were Magisters. While they might not have been able to blast off huge spells instantly like the mages, they could still cast defensive and small-scale spells instantly. Yet it was this difference in spellcasting ability that proved decisive in this battle of attrition. Without the ability to fire off huge area-of-effect spells instantly, it meant that they had no chance to fire off any such spells at all. Without any huge area-of-effect spells to deal with this horde, the Dark Elves were doomed to failure.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before all ten of them fell, assuming of course, that I didn’t intervene.

No matter what the reason was, it was a fact that these attendants were risking their lives in order to protect me and Jezsere. No matter what, I wasn’t about to let a beautiful lady just die like that, especially not ten of them. Grabbing my adorable little white bunny, I began beating my purple wings and fired off a rain of feathers at the incoming Murlocs.

Normally, my Mana Feathers weren’t all that deadly against opponents of my level. However, what if they were all lower starred? Against these Murlocs, my Mana Feathers were basically a one shot one kill skill. In fact, I was practically bullying them now.

“Mgwwwrrrrr!”

Countless Murlocs were turned into hedgehogs in an instant by my Mana Feathers. While not all of them might have died, that wasn’t a problem either. After all, my Mana Feathers were all imbued with my consciousness. And recently, I developed a new add-on skill on top of Rising Feathers: Feather Explosion!

Because these Mana Feather did not contain all that much mana within them to begin with, the resulting explosion was a small one as well. Even so, it was enough to blow a tiny but bloody hole into any Murloc unfortunate enough to be pricked. Those who fell victim to my new skill immediately fell to the ground gurgling in pain. The sheer pain contained within each gurgle was enough to affect those who weren’t even injured.

Perhaps it was because this resulting scene was just too bloody, or perhaps the thought of being blown up was too terrifying, but the remaining Murlocs finally halted their relentless charge and began to retreat.

However, that didn’t mean this battle was over either. A real battlefield was always as fluid as water. Even when you thought that the opponent was routed, there was always that sliver of chance that they recovered. While my Mana Feathers were able to cause severe injuries, that didn’t mean that everyone affected was dead either. Some of the stronger willed Murlocs began to rise to their feet, albeit shakily. Despite that, these wounded warriors still charged fearlessly at the attendants, hoping to at least drag down one of them in a last hurrah. Seeing that, even the retreating Murlocs were inspired to action once more.

The horde began reforming for another wave of attack at the Dark Elves who had just gained a brief moment of respite.

In a lot of ways, such relentless attacks were the very antithesis of Dark Elven tactics. Dark Elves, and Elves in general, all favored agile tactics, and not brute force. If one had to attach a number to the strength of these Elves, then their strength would be 0.8 times that of a normal human’s. Just based on that fact alone, Elves weren’t suited for battles of attrition.

Blast it, I think my Mana Feathers ended up spurring them on instead. At this rate, even me and Jezsere might be in trouble.