Chapter 193: Dragon Food, Secret Eye Brand (1/2)

Nonetheless, Edward was not so unreasonably cruel that he would have Eleena summon Croakatoa and feed it to the Drake.

Regardless of a drop in their reputation at the frogpeople’s village, Croakatoa would not be large enough to be stuck between the Drake’s teeth—summoning it now was meaningless free lunch.

They could not pin their hopes on the yellowed-named elves that were supposedly neutral but actually hostile. With that line of thought, they could only rely on the black robe figures in front of them—in other words, the Secret Eye cultists.

There was no telling what they were either: their skins beneath their black robes were blood-red, craggy and looked painful. There was almost no chance that they were still human, but the Drake probably wouldn’t be that picky an eater, and just might enjoy some extra taste.

“Joe, stop poking. Get into Evil Blade form and stop those guys right here!”

Even as he gestured for Joe to attack, Edward had drawn out his staff, ready to cast frost spells and freeze the Secret Eye Cultists right there—or in the very least debuff them with slowed movement.

“Can I kill them directly?” Joe asked.

“Of course!”

‘We’re even cutting the meat millet for old Drake there. How caring could we be?’ Edward thought inwardly.

Gathering mana and charging his spell, he was about to blow a huge one at the black-robed figure just in front of him when a black shadow flashed, and the robed figure dropped to the dirt immediately…

It was Eleena who drew first blood with her meteor hammer.

The unlucky Secret Eye cultists had his head blown apart, and was lying on the ground lifelessly.

‘Tch, killstealing even now?’

Edward turned to stare at Eleena who was running beside him as if nothing happened, understanding that her ability to steal kills had improved yet again.

From now on, as long as the hate of the Final Boss in raid events did not go OT (off-tank, a player in a raid or party that concentrates on taking pressure off the main tank) to Marnie, their party was definitely going to get the Boss’s head.

While his thoughts wandered, Edward’s hands never paused: several Frost Bullets, he iced up several of those baggy black robes ahead of himself, forcing them to run slowly and stiffly like mummies.

However, there was no way the Secret Eye demonoids would take those sneak attacks lying down. All of them promptly turned around and retaliated with Death Rays, but were blocked by Jessica’s barrier—even if those spells would hit Edward or Joe in between barrier cooldowns, Jessica would quickly cast Purification to dispel their debuffs.

And with their divine healing item that was coke, half the demonoids were down in no time at all, while Edward’s side had no problem aside from slightly bloated stomachs.

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To the rear, the wood elves simply watched what they assumed was human infighting, having no intention to interrupt at all.

The young girl who had been running beside the Secret Eye cultists slowed down discreetly then, intending to slip away to the wood elves.

In the confusion, Edward sharply noticed the leader of the demonoids—whom he wasn’t aware was the leader, but he had the highest level amongst the Secret Eye Cultists anyway. That demonoid had quietly taken out something shaped like a silver apple with one hand, and then drew out a light purple dagger with the other which he stabbed into the silver apple.

The girl’s face when pale immediately. She staggered and fell.

“Mistress Sefarim!”

It was only then that the elves noticed their greatest treasure whom the Secret Eye Society had concealed with their black robes. All of them started buffing themselves with wind-element spells and dashed up towards the girl.

Edward glanced at them. Knowing that the enemy of an enemy was a friend, his party would feel less pressure if they only targeted the Secret Eye Society now.

Be that as it may, his party was busy running and couldn’t even catch a breath—would they even have the time to persuade the elves?

That being said, even a fool could tell the apple-like thing must have something to do with the girl, and might even be the how the Secret Eye Society had managed to lure her to them.

After all, there was no way the elves would let the greatest treasure of their own race running about unchecked.

And since they had decided to get rid of the Secret Eye Society in the first place anyway, they might drop that silver apple too…

Edward’s face went pale at that very thought.

Oh, right—anything the Players kill would vanish. In other words, the corpses of the Secret Eye Cultist would not become drake food, and the scent of their blood drove the hungry beast to a greater frenzy instead!

“Joe, Eleena, change of tactics—knock them out but don’t kill them! Jessica, keep it coming with the barriers!” Edward issued new orders while blaming himself in irritation. “Damn it, I’ve let down the God of Games… I’m still bound by common sense.”

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Roger, roger.”