Chapter 313 - Githyanki Queen (1/2)
The emergence of the red dragon undoubtedly made many feel it would be intractable.
Even the leader of the northern witch council, the Eye of the North, frowned and looked at the dragon hovering in the sky. The dragon breath of a red dragon was the most powerful among the five dragons. Its killing power was twice that of the adult white dragon. Therefore, the astral projection of all witches on the scene could only withstand two rounds of dragon breath attack at most. Once the red dragon attacked, they would have to take it down in one round of attack, or else the witches would suffer great losses.
“Group Hold Human!”
“Death Cloud!”
“Grease!”
“Web!”
“Finger of Death!”
“Disintegrate!”
“Abi-Dalzim’s Horrid Wilting!”
The first wave of the northern witch’s spell attacks erupted as the Githyanki approached at full speed.
As the high-grade northern witches above profession level 15, their spells crushed the enemy. Group Human Hold held the first five fighters that were in the front, followed by a cloud of death covering them; followed by Grease and Web. Finger of Death and Disintegrate were aimed at the front enemies, accompanied by the light of various spells.
When Abi-Dalzim’s Horrid Wilting landed on the ground, the first attacking unit was obliterated!
They were killed by the spells and couldn’t even get to within 50 meters to the witches.
These were high-grade spellcasters.
From profession level 10 and above, the spellcaster’s combat ability would rise dramatically; they become even more powerful in late game!
The northern territory was equivalent to a large kingdom, but there were only a dozen high-grade witches close to the realm of legends. It was not difficult for them to work together against an army, so there’s no way to kill them like this.
Soran waited silently.
So far, the battle was just an appetizer because the Githyanki Psychic Warlocks, Psychic Fighters, and Fanatics had not appeared. The ordinary fighters rushing in were just testing the battle strength of the northern witches. The number of such low-level fighters were plenty.
“An enemy is close!”
Soran’s ears moved slightly and said to Gloria, “A Psionics Lurker!”
A glow of magic appeared.
Curved swords appeared on Soran’s palm, and then his whole person rushed forward like a cheetah, accompanied by a cold light. There were continuous blocking sounds, and finally, with a plop, Sora kicked the chest of the body and retreated nearly six meters. Soon a stream of bloodshot from the headless body that fell to the ground.
“Disgusting!”
Soran shook his head and said, “Damn that psionic ability of theirs!”
A row of data appeared:
Successfully activated Shadow Strike!…
Successfully activated Sword Form [Beheading]!…
You’ve dealt 116 beheading damage to the target!… Target test of fortitude failed!… Target killed!…”
Extracting soul energy from target…
Received 5600 Slaughter Experience Points.
The EXP the Githyanki gave was so high!
However, the psionic abilities they had were still so disgusting! Even with Soran’s will, he still got affected by these spells.
With all the buffs, Soran had shocking combat ability!
If he was not in the state of an astral projection now, he would probably be able to surpass his former self. However, since there were so many northern witches and the eye of the north here, Soran was somewhat concerned. For example, he didn’t dare to change to “Slaughter form” at this time, because he was afraid that some northern witches would be interested in researching him.
“There are other psionic lurkers around!”
Soran was good at detecting other rogues; as long as they were not legendary and above, he would be able to detect them.