258 Prepare Two Hands (2/2)
”It's finally working.” Link smiled grimly. ”No wonder they can stab these elves in the back. It's time for the elves to be on the back foot.”
Roland was confused at first, but then remembered that this should be the Warlock's handiwork.
As a magic pet, the white maggot's feces had magical properties and wasn't just mere dung.
Roland remembered the forums mentioned that the White Maggot's crap had four properties, including corrosion, toxin, plague, and stink.
This world had Mages, magical beasts, and naturally, magical viruses.
Whether it was the toxins or corrosive effects, they were all just icing on the cake. The real killing feature of the White Maggot was actually the invisible, untouchable plague, which was a super virus.
When crap landed on a person or animal, the corrosive effect would pierce through the clothes as well as the skin of the attacked person, and the toxin was actually a paralyzing poison so that no pain could be felt and allowed the virus more time and quantity to enter the flesh and blood of the attacked person.
When the virus moved around in the enemy's blood, dividing and reproducing, because of its magical nature, the virus' rate of reproduction as well as the rate of eating was incredibly fast. Depending on the individual's constitution, the onset time ranged from one to two hours.
Of course, there were many races that were immune to the virus, but elves were not among them.
”Then let's hurry up and support them.”
The three of them ran quickly and soon arrived at the previous battlefield.
Roland saw his own corpse first, then he saw the black panther that the Druid had transformed into, standing on a high white stone platform opposite them.
Seven yellow and ill-looking elves were hiding behind the panther, using Abolish Poison and healing on each other.
Schuck and Margret both stood across from it, their expressions relaxed.
Both Betta and the Priest Rommel were nowhere to be seen, but they were mostly invisible.
The Warlock and Suel, on the other hand, were standing not far behind Schuck, one on the left and one on the right.
Roland immediately went to ”pick up” his corpse.
The black panther had an awful expression on his face. He looked at Roland and then at Link, his light purple eyes filled with grief and anger. ”You can resurrect. You're Golden Sons.”
Schuck nodded.
”Then I know who the traitor is.” The black panther looked towards Schuck. ”There aren't many of our people who believe in the Goddess of Life, and there is only one in Nature's Wrath.”
Ans!
A furious roar echoed throughout the enclosed space.
Then the black panther stared hard at Schuck, grinning, its sharp teeth gleaming coldly. ”You can resurrect, you're not afraid of death. So you were pretending to consider my offer, but really, you've been trying to stall for time.”
Schuck smiled and didn't say anything.
The black panther looked back at his clansmen who were healing each other with magic to get rid of the virus.
Then the corners of his mouth lifted in a grin and he said, ”Actually, I'm… also stalling for time.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took advantage of the moment Schuck was startled, and like black lightning, pounced at Schuck.
At the same time, his entire body shone green.
The panther's body began to change, becoming gargantuan, fur turning into green scales, forehead sprouting a pair of horns.
In less than half a second, the elf transformed from a black panther to a huge green dragon.
The green dragon pounced on Schuck.
Schuck had just brought up his greatsword, then helplessly lowered it.
The other party was too fast to even use Power Word theurgy, let alone control the other party's actions.
The worst that could happen was to die once, nothing more.
Just as Schuck thought this, Margret dashed from the side and collided with the green dragon.
There was a loud thud as the two collided, and while the green dragon was fixed in place, Margret flew backward.
She bounced and fell more than twenty meters away, then rolled ten times on the ground before stopping.
Dust flying everywhere, she crushed into countless trees along the way.
Schuck turned back sharply and looked at Margret, who was struggling on the ground but couldn't seem to get up. The ever temperate Schuck had red eyes as he bellowed at the green dragon, ”Damn you!”
The green dragon fanned his wings low in the air, raising a cloud of dust and weeds, its eyes filled with mockery.
At this time, the green dragon was covered with beautiful green scales, and that charcoal look that Roland had burned into him with the Great Fireball had disappeared.
The Druid's Morph was to change a creature's appearance and then obtain a projection, so no matter how many injuries one had suffered in animal form, once they returned to their elf appearance and turned into an animal again, they would find that the injuries they had suffered before would disappear.
This was a unique ability of the Druid, and the only flaw of Morph was that there was a time limit before one could change into the same animal, which was commonly known as cooldown. This was why the black panther was stalling. It needed a healthy, true green dragon body in order to fight the enemy in front of it.
Schuck drew his greatsword.
And then Roland slowly backed up, while whispering to Link, ”I'm retreating into the woods to use my accumulating spell, you must help me divert this Druid's line of sight so he doesn't spot me so quickly.”
Link nodded gently.
Roland touched the Mind-Calming Necklace on his chest—this time he was going to challenge the technique of quickly accumulating power.
If he could get the Self-Destructing Fireball out in four seconds, then the green dragon would definitely be unable to resist it, even with a new set of scales.