Chapter 669 (2/2)

“The mask is definitely not suffocating, it’s the foul odor from your own body,” Bishop Kabbalah said lightly. “Just take more baths will do.”

“No wonder, I haven’t been bathing much these few days!”

“Everyone’s not really been bathing these few days,” said that elderly priest with a smile. “This is what adventures are all about. Foul odor and such things, we just have to put up with them. If you need to, after this battle, if I still have any magic left, I can conjure a ‘prestidigitation’ to allow you to cleanse yourself. More or less, there’ll be some help.”

“Prestidigitation” was an entry-level spell that could achieve some supernatural things, such as slightly raising or lowering the surrounding temperature, or making food and drinking water slightly tastier, or making clothes slightly cleaner… things like that. Regardless of type, the effects were all not obvious, but still, something was better than nothing at all. Generally speaking, its main purpose was to work in complement with the same kind of “illusion spell” at the entry level to execute a variety of magic means that were similar to those found on Earth, for instance, getting dead branches to flower again, creating a splash of colors, lightings or music out of nowhere and so on.

However, if this spell could be further improved, it would be really exceptional—the well-known advanced level spell, “Thousands of Changes Spell,” was its evolution, and taking a further step of improvement, it would evolve into one of the highly-reputed legendary spells, “Materialization Spell.” If there were still conditions to make the last step of progress, that would be the might of a god, the extraordinary Divine Power that could change reality.

Among the mages, this spell was only a basic skill, so practically all mages would know how to wield it. But among the clergymen, only those who majored in the fields of “wisdom” or “magic spells” would be able to master this spell.

Of all the realm powers that the elderly priest had majored in, “wisdom” happened to be one of them.

This was why, so long as he had sufficient magic, he could most certainly make use of it to provide everyone with some “prestidigitation.” Regardless of how effective the results were, it was still better than nothing at all.

With his promise, the strong and sturdy sacred warrior suddenly brightened up. Using his iron-gloved left hand, he patted the thick armor plate over his chest. Laughing heartily, he said, “Then I’ll be waiting for your magic. Ha ha, I really had enough of this smell! Heavy armor and all of these might be good, but the stench is truly repulsive!”

“You should speak less about it,” another sacred warrior who was also clad in the same heavy armor suit lamented. “I didn’t think too much about it at first, but now, the more you say, the more uncomfortable I feel!”

Everyone burst out laughing, completely not taking the imminent battle seriously.

Honestly, this battle truly did not qualify as one that they should take seriously.

By the time they arrived at the battlefield, the battle had begun. The tribe of gnomes who had lost their sentries had completely failed to notice the arrival of the clean-up army. They were already at a loss fight from the beginning, and the arrows that were raining upon them threw them out of their bearing. There was no way they could organize themselves into a decent formation at all.

This was the disadvantage of being a backward civilization. If it were tribes like the Orcs, who had a relatively higher degree of civilization, they would at least have put up a surrounding wall or fence around their tribe, then no matter what, they would not be such easy targets for a wave of arrow attack by their opponent. But the gnomes were not so bright and skillful. They only had holes or haystacks around their grounds, only the “great tribal chief” and the “honorable Shaman” had tents—which to be honest, in such weather, a tent might not even be as useful as a hole in the ground.

Holes in the ground were pretty effective for blocking out arrows, but the haystacks were completely useless. And within the clean-up army, there were naturally experienced men who were knowledgeable adventurers. First, they would let out angry roars to scare the gnomes into a panic attack, who would then be scurrying out of the holes and haystacks. Then an attack of random arrows would fall upon the panicking gnomes like rain. This would make the effect much more pleasing.

It was only the first wave of attack, but the tribe of gnomes was already in a state of chaos.