Volume 7 Server Merge Chapter 9: A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Everything that is happening before our eyes is enough to make any brave and fearless close combat professional feel ashamed and angry to death - at least that's how I feel now.
In front of the terrifying necromancer who said "This man is dead. Burn some paper if you have any questions", the baby sheep named Yang Miemie, whose body was round and white, like a pink meatball, displayed superb martial arts comparable to those of a professional warrior, and beat the necromancer in front of him to death - of course, he was originally a monster that was alive and dead.
In addition to using a pair of cute horns to charge continuously, the sheep is also very good at using its tiny teeth and sharp hooves to fight. If you underestimate these natural weapons because of their small appearance, then your fate can be completely referred to the miserable experience of this undead magician:
"Ah..." We heard the shrill screams of the Undead Mage, and then we saw this poor guy limping and wailing as he ran past us. On his right foot, Yang Meime bit his toes fiercely, and his whole body was hanging limply on his foot. From his expression, Yang Meime seemed to think that hanging his whole body with his mouth was a rather interesting game, and he was very satisfied with the taste of the tough chew in his mouth.
"Aiya..." The necromancer's struggle finally paid off. He let out a scream, and the sheep was finally kicked away. It was unknown which part of the chubby little meatball landed on the ground first. Its body bounced on the ground a few times with great elasticity before rolling lazily. It bleated in dissatisfaction, then pouted its lips and spit out something.
If I'm not mistaken, it looks like a toe bone of the necromancer. This ferocious biting ability makes me seriously doubt whether the thing hidden under the dense wool on Yangmeimei's body is a wolf in sheep's clothing - and a rare fat wolf.
Yang Miemie faithfully completed the attack order issued by his master, and rushed forward again without hesitation after rolling up. At this time, the necromancer had fully realized the power of this "war sheep" and quickly sent out a storm ball to block it. This attack knocked down one third of Yang Miemie's life, but unfortunately, he had no chance to send out a second attack spell in succession.
"Bang!" The fat war sheep used its powerful impact to hit the magician's crotch. The loud noise made me, a bystander, feel numb in my thighs. At this moment, I can only be glad that I am not standing in the position of that poor magician.
The magician made a sharp sound like a kingfisher, tightened his legs and bent down painfully - this was a very puzzling thing, what else could be in the crotch of a skeleton besides the hip bone? It seemed that he shouldn't be in such pain, right?
For the enemy struggling in pain, Yang Meime was full of fearless fighting spirit, without any mercy or sympathy. It suddenly jumped up, instantly jumping more than half a person's height, and turned 180 degrees in the air, and kicked the necromancer's face three times with its two hind hooves at lightning speed.
To be honest, the attack power of Yangmieme is not high at all. The loss of ten or twenty points of life each time is just a scratch on the necromancer - if this skeleton still has any skin to scratch - but for some reason, this ferocious sheep has an unimaginably high probability of stunning the opponent when attacking. Almost every eight or nine attacks will make the opponent faint for a moment, and its attack speed is astonishingly high, making it difficult for the opponent to find a chance to catch his breath.
If the sheep was facing a melee class that had been transferred from the warrior or wanderer class, it would not be able to play a big role. If a warrior risked his life and took a few shots, it would only take a few shots to send this extremely fragile little meat ball back to the magic space. But it happened to meet a magician, and most of the effective attacks had to rely on the power of spells. I guess this unfortunate undead magician never knew that his spells would be so long that he couldn't say a complete sentence even if he bit off his tongue when facing this brave "war sheep" - if he still had a tongue to bite.
This is the time for the sheep to perform. It rams, tramples, and tears the magician with all its might. It is simply omnipotent. The once cowardly and vulnerable creature has completely changed in the hands of the elf beast trainer. It is like a wild beast from ancient legends, pouring all its cruelty and tyranny on the unlucky necromancer in front of it. It even knocks this unfortunate enemy to the ground, then jumps high and sits heavily on his face again and again - oh, the Supreme God, this is too cruel, I can't bear to watch it anymore.
With the help of Yang Miemie, the fighting style of the Wild Goose Formation has undergone a dramatic reversal - her opponents have changed from moving targets to fixed targets, allowing her to shoot them with bullet after bullet until their bones are splattered, and they have basically lost the ability to fight back.
Fortunately, these bloody and restricted torture scenes did not last long, and the battle was over in a short while. The body of the magician "This person is dead. Burn paper if you have any questions" was destroyed by the terrible war sheep - of course, he originally had no skin - and was scattered on the ground. I guess when he is resurrected, he will have to spend a lot of effort to put himself back together.
After defeating this pathetic opponent without any suspense, Yang Meime excitedly jumped onto the broken wall and licked and rubbed against the elf trainer Yan Zhen. At this time, the sunset had already sunk into the horizon, and a pale white full moon had just risen, hanging on the outline of the distant mountains. Yang Meime stretched out his neck, coiled his hind legs, and propped up his front legs. He half sat on the top of the wall and howled at the full moon:
“Meh~~~~~~~Meh~~~~~~~~~~~”
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a wolf that was born into the womb of a sheep by mistake!
"What's going on with this mutton ?" The heroic performance of Yang Meimie dealt an unprecedented blow to my self-esteem as a warrior. I had to pay a huge price to have the courage to face such a bleak fact: a fat little sheep just over level 20 seems to be more useful than a warrior in his forties.
"We didn't expect that..." Xiange Yayi answered me loudly while trying to dodge the Troll Assassin's hunting, "...We were just leveling it up for fun, but we didn't expect it to have an extra skill called 'impact' at level 5, which has a 10% chance of knocking out the opponent, and then..." The pretty face of the Elf Archer suddenly turned red, and she turned around and shot an arrow with her backhand, and then continued:
"...Then, it seemed like it was the one that helped us upgrade..."
Seeing that I was not the only one whose self-esteem was hurt by this war sheep, I felt much more balanced now.
Although I couldn't defeat my opponent quickly without the help of a powerful pet, it wasn't long before I was about to win. Facing my huge speed and level advantage, the demon berserker had no choice but to roar angrily - unfortunately, his fighting ability was not as strong as his voice.
In fact, he had a chance to defeat me. After he entered the violent state, he hit three times in a row, which put my vitality at a disadvantage. But a healing light wave greatly restored my vitality and completely crushed his last chance. I tilted my head to the side and saw Changgong Sheri leisurely swinging his nunchaku and looking at me with a smile. The vampire sword dancer "stuttering and forgetting words" had turned into a corpse and lay quietly beside him.
When I stabbed the demon berserker to the ground with my sword, the only one left in the entire battle group was the troll assassin "Who dares to be uglier than me" who was still struggling - although Xian Ge Yayi's guerrilla tactics successfully protected himself, it also prevented him from attacking with all his strength, which greatly reduced his attack power. Although he always had the advantage, he could not cause fatal damage to the troll assassin for a while.
But now, he had to face the pursuit and interception of the four of us. The muskets of Yan Zhen, the bows and arrows of Xiange Yayi, the nunchakus of Changgong Sheri and my long sword kept leaving scars on him, and soon he was forced into a desperate situation. He once sprinkled a handful of flash potions and used the ability to hide in order to escape our siege, but Xiange Yayi's listening wind arrows once again revealed his figure. The last skill to save his life was also discovered. The troll assassin who dares to be uglier than me finally fell into the desperate situation. He sighed helplessly:
“I don’t want to wash the dishes…”
Then he was hit on the back by a stick from Changgong Sheri, and he fell to the ground. The battle ended there.
"Thanks to your timely appearance, otherwise we would be in big trouble..." As soon as the battle was over, I immediately walked to the two elf friends and expressed my sincere gratitude to them.
"Yes, yes, I almost died here..." Changgong Sheri said carelessly. As a Sky-Traveler, he obviously didn't value the life-saving grace of Xian Ge Ya Yi and Yan Zhen as much as I did. He looked at the bodies of the four Empire adventurers on the ground, licked his beard with a grim smile, and asked murderously: "...What are you going to do next? Do you want to guard their bodies here and kill them until they are offline?"
As soon as this idea came out, the four bodies of the enemies were suddenly decomposed into tiny particles, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and flew into the sky just after nightfall, until they disappeared into nothingness, as .
This means that the four opponents who had just fought a life-and-death battle with us chose to resurrect at the resurrection point, preferring to lose the money they carried with them rather than risk being hunted down by us. It seems that the plan of shooting the sun with a longbow cannot be completed. Looking at the regretful expressions of the warlike dwarf believers, we couldn't help but laugh secretly.
"We are running out of bows and arrows and ammunition, and we need supplies. Let's find a nearby market town first." Xiange Yayi suggested.
"The market town is just to the east, just over the hill. We'll take you there." I said as I walked in front, leading the way for my elf friends. Soon, we left the deserted village and headed towards the nearest town, Kaler.
On the way, Yan Zhen talked about the headache she had for the giant musket "Sera Jiong" she was using. The level of this musket was too low, and it was no longer suitable for the current level of the elf tamer. However, the various additional attributes of this rare weapon were particularly outstanding, and it was a pity to just discard it. This made her difficult to choose - in fact, this point was clearly reflected in the battle just now: with the advantage in level, Yan Zhen's musket had little power to fight back against the ice magic of the undead magician, which was also caused to a certain extent by the insufficient attack power of the musket.
Hearing Yan Zhen's distress, Changgong Sheri raised his head proudly and said, "Just leave it to me. My profession is a weapon maker. When the weapon manufacturing skill reaches level 24, you can reshape the weapons and improve their properties."
Hearing Changgong Sheri's boastful words, Yan Zhen's face was filled with joy: "That's great, what level are you now?"
“Level 12…” Changgong Sheri’s face turned red, and he lifted up his…beard dejectedly.
"By the time you reach level 24, this gun can even be sold as scrap metal." After hearing Changgong Sheri's answer, Xian Ge Yayi rolled his eyes at him. It seemed that his expression was even more disappointed than Yan Zhen's.
I suddenly remembered something and quickly took off my backpack and found a large bag of "high-energy gunpowder". This item requires level 6 alchemy to refine. It has greater explosive power than ordinary gunpowder available on the market. I made a lot of it when I was practicing alchemy skills. It is said that the musket bullets made with this kind of gunpowder have greater lethality and can also increase the probability of penetrating attacks.
"Will this be of any help?" I asked.
Seeing these high-energy gunpowders, Changgong Sheri's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted excitedly: "Hey, how could I forget there is an alchemist here? Jeff, you are amazing, now I have a solution!"
Changgong Sheri told us that he had just learned the skill of making "armor-piercing bullets" for muskets two days ago. He had found all the necessary materials, but he did not find enough high-energy gunpowder - this was probably because there were too few people learning alchemy.
Changgong Sheri promised Yan Zhen that he would produce a batch of armor-piercing bullets for her as soon as she arrived in Kale Town. These high-grade musket ammunitions were enough to improve the attack power of Yan Zhen's muskets to a higher level. Although it was still not outstanding, it was enough to deal with the battles she might face.
Just as he was talking excitedly, Changgong Sheri suddenly frowned and looked at me hesitantly: "Strange, why do I always feel like I've forgotten something?"
I was busy on my way just now and didn't feel anything unusual. But now after what he said, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and I felt empty inside, as if something was missing.
We looked at each other: armor, helmets, weapons, boots, backpacks... everything was there, but the ominous feeling that something was missing was getting stronger and stronger. What was missing? We were puzzled and confused.
At this time, a breeze brought an angry roar to our ears: "Jeff, Longbow, you guys just left after the fight, and you left so fast, leaving me alone there. Longbow, you dwarf with a tail on your chin, how can you be a priest? You didn't even use the resurrection spell on me, so I ran for ten minutes to find the place, and even my body has rotted into a pile of cow bones. Stop right there, if I don't teach you a lesson, I won't be named Niu - although my last name is not Niu!"
We suddenly realized - no wonder we never remembered what we had forgotten, it turned out that we had not forgotten anything - what we forgot was a living person... uh, should it be a big dead cow - Niu Baiwan's body was gnawed into a pile of cow bones by the undead wizard. After the battle, we were only concerned with returning to the town, and as a result, we forgot about him.
Looking at Niu Baiwan, who was rushing towards me with red eyes and shining horns, waving an obsidian pillar that was twice as thick as my waist, I felt an overwhelming sense of regret and apology. I could only express my heartfelt remorse to him in one way...
"Run! Don't let him catch up!" I shouted at Longbow Shooting Sun and ran away. The dwarf believer who was one step behind was also shocked and regretful. His face turned pale with fear. He ran after me, grabbing the thick and dense beard on his chest with one hand while running, for fear of being tripped by it.
"Old Cow, don't be angry. Regarding the issue of your body turning into cow bones, you can just sit down and have a cup of tea and listen to my explanation calmly... Help!" He shouted as he ran away.
