Chapter 209: Spirit Familiar (1/2)

It turned out that there actually was a reason Nedlan the Bloodclaw could make a name for himself amongst the nonhumans.

The reason it had just a bit over half its HP remaining was because he had been careless and underestimated the Long-Ears’ chief, and ended up being given a beating.

Even so, Vulcan only realized when they started fighting that he was Level 29—eight levels beneath him, but considerably powerful.

Still, Nedlan wasn’t actually strong in every aspect—only his agility was exceedingly high, but frighteningly slow. He could at best deal single-digit damage to Vulcan and Joey which did not amount to much, whereas his HP was definitely dropping down a notch whenever they hit him.

In a nutshell, he was a fighter who sacrificing his stats in the attack and HP, making him fragile in exchange for that frightening agility.

And yet that high agility was the reason why Vulcan’s attacks kept missing!

Moreover, if he was having such a tough time, Joey who had lower HP naturally fared poorer. In fact, he had left the battle to recover with a bottle of cola.

“Tch, damn it…” Vulcan cursed and panted, after Nedlan left a three-clawed scar over his face once again while his counterattack was evaded easily.

“Hehe, you’re quite tough… Usually I would have torn apart those weaklings in moments. You’re good—both of you, I’m going to have some fun!” Nedlan said, licking his claws and smiling like a deviant.

“…”

At those words, Vulcan realized that he had the wrong idea.

To the Players who relied on standardized data, Nedlan’s clawing was no different from an attack that cuts HP.

But what would it be like for people who didn’t have the System? Those claws were as sharp as surgical blades that would easily part thick skin without much effort and gouge out an opponent’s innards, which meant it would be lethal even if it didn’t deal too much damage.

Moreover, the high agility stat meant Nedlan could make up for his lacking defense by dodging most attacks.

To most, he would be a difficult opponent!

While heavy-armored fighters might be able to stop him by rendering his claws ineffective, the weight of their protection would also stop themselves from reaching him, which meant his agility focus was not a lethal flaw.

But even as Vulcan was thinking about how he should defeat the Wolfman, he suddenly realized that Zonyan was pinging him wildly on the forums.

Since he’s not hitting Nedlan anytime soon, he simply allowed himself to get hit a few times and turned on the forums.

[Zonyan: @Vulcan What’s the situation over there?]

[Zonyan: @Vulcan Are you guys done yet?]

[Zonyan: @Vulcan I might have a problem here. Come as soon as you can!]

Uh-oh. Was Zonyan going down already?

Still, that wasn’t impossible either—Zonyan might be quite experienced in fighting and one level above Vulcan, but he was a Berserker. Even in lower-level dungeons, a chain of skills would leave him with only half-HP, and that was after he was healed!

Thinking about it that way, it made sense that Zonyan couldn’t hold on.

It seemed that Vulcan must come up with something to end things as soon as possible.

But the moment that thought occurred to him and before he could think of a good tactic, Zonyan’s next message arrived.

[Zonyan: @Vulcan If you guys still won’t come…]

‘If’?