Chapter 42 Character Card (1/2)
The cold wind pierced into one's eardrums. Even Eighteen Massacres that was used to setting his senses to 100% could not stand it and opened the system settings.
Ka—
Ka—
Skeleton Ground Dragon was the representative of low-level Undead. Its bone blade was broken but did not lose its sharpness and could easily pierce through the human skull.
What sent shivers down people's spine was that the Skeleton Ground Dragon was still keen in slurping down human brains!
The bone blade collided violently with the Gemstone Longsword, and an ear-piercing collision sound could be heard. Eighteen Massacres held a Golden Great Sword in his hand. He had risked his life to enter the Barbarian's altar. Although they did not get the lineage heritage, they got the greatsword as compensation.
Huge strikes when attacking and retreating with the vigor and vitality of a tiger. If one were to describe the Eighteen Massacres' movements, there was only one word—dominance.
”Die.” Eighteen Massacres' longsword turned in a tricky angle and stabbed into the eyeball of the Skeleton Ground Dragon.
A ray of golden light shone, he was level 9!
There were many factors in deciding the person's capability, equipment, skills, items, even financial resources. However, there was one factor that was forever the most direct, levels.
The level leaderboard's first ranking was only level 8. Eighteen Massacres gave a cold smile. This leaderboard had no credibility. A real expert would disdain from entering the leaderboard.
Plumeseal Plain, Prehistoric Behemoths' cemetery. He coaxed out a good deal of useful information from the goblin that was afraid of death, including the fact that a Behemoth Spirit lived there.
Behemoth Spirit was a pet that could be called a Sub-Magical Pet. It was immune to most of the physical attacks, and its attack power was even stronger. An existence that could both be on the offensive and defensive was too suitable to be a pet.
Subduing a Behemoth Spirit, and then use the level advantage to change jobs earlier. That was Eighteen Massacres' plan. Level advantages would gradually convert to equipment advantages, skill advantages.
Ding~
At that moment, the leaderboard ranking changed.
A Shield Specialist named Water went up the leaderboard, level 8! His ranking rose at a shocking rate.
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”How much more?”
”This is the last wave.”
Lin Jie opened his drowsy eyes and took a deep breath, shouting, ”Xiaoliang, wake up!”
Outside the wooden door, Zheng Ziliang's corpse suddenly opened his eyes, his hands moving quickly.
”Get him!”
Carrying the Shield of Courage that had more patterns, Lin Jie activated Forward Charge and rushed out like a bolt of lightning. Behind him was Water who clenched his teeth. Being back to back with Lin Jie to block damages, he then stretched out his hand to grab Zheng Ziliang's hand.
”Cover me!” Water and Zheng Ziliang instantly disappeared.
The numbers of werewolves were so large they flooded towards Lin Jie like a tide. The pressure on Lin Jie immediately surged! Shield of Courage grew larger layer by layer, becoming a two-handed shield that was as tall as a person.
Creak—
The werewolves' sharp claws scratched onto the Shield of Courage continuously, its durability decreasing at an alarming rate as though without end and cracks started appearing on the surface of the shield.
In such a high-intensity farming process, everyone's mental state decreased to a shocking level. The Poison Gas Bomb that Zheng Ziliang created had already been used, and now, he could only create it impromptu. Thus, they had the rescue operation.
After retreating to the front of the wooden door, Lin Jie stationed his heavy shield, his body retreating bit by bit under the enormous strength.
”Success!” A small bomb appeared in the middle of Zheng Ziliang's palm, and he threw it towards Lin Jie.
The Shield of Courage suddenly shrank. The terrifying werewolves stuck out their blood-red tongues, almost licking Lin Jie's face!
At that moment, a stinky dark green poison fog exploded in the middle of the mob of werewolves.
Holy Light! +59!
Everyone quickly hid behind the door, tiredness was written all over their faces.
In The New Age, the damage to the players was not always fixed. It was related to the player's spirit strength. The more focused one was, the higher the spirit of the person, which meant one could unleash their best ability.
Killing monsters for six hours straight in high intensity caused everyone's body and spirit to be terribly fatigued.
—'You have killed the Enchanted Werewolf. You have received 1,756 EXP.'
—'You have killed the Enchanted Werewolf. You have received 1,890 EXP.'
—'You have leveled up to Level 8. You received five free Stat Points and two fixed Stat Points.'
Accompanied by a ray of golden light, the last werewolf finally fell. The wooden door that stopped moving let everyone heave a long sigh of relief.
”Everyone should rest. Thank you for the hard work!” Lin Jie had been watching everyone's states for the whole time.
Everyone felt as if they were relieved of a heavy load and went offline one by one.
”Fu Sheng, you should rest too.” Qiu Yuan's eyes were red, her voice was so soft, it was as if she would sleep soundly the next second.
”Jie, you also can't hold out any longer?” Zheng Ziliang laughed craftily. His workload was not much—revive every tens of seconds to throw the bomb. Now, the only one still awake was him.
Lin Jie rubbed his eyes and grinned. ”Can't hold out? Who are you kidding? Let's go, we shall continue fighting.”
”Continue fighting?”
”Fight!”