บท 44: Almost done
Divine Nobles were a mediocre class. Although they didn't seem high, they had very comprehensive attribute growth. In certain fields, they would never be a match for Specialists, but their advantage was that they were versatile. How to use this versatility was the standard to determine whether a person's battle awareness was at the peak. If it was an ordinary person, it would be very difficult to suddenly use a class that seemed all-rounded but had no specialty. However, players were different. They had enough time and opportunities to play a class very well … Liang Lidong had fought thousands of times in the game and died hundreds of times. He already knew the strengths and weaknesses of all classes, and he was even more aware of what the Divine Nobles class could do.
Everything in the thick fog was dispersed by the water vapor. Liang Lidong rushed towards the mercenary closest to him like a leopard. He had already turned into a red shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the mercenary from a distance of more than ten meters outside the thick fog. Then, he stabbed out with the longsword in his hand.
At this moment, his Constitution Interface was already at 8.4. His Strength was not low, and he also had the Aristocratic Swordsmanship talent and the Swordsmanship Specialization. Not only was the speed of this stab extremely fast, but it was also very powerful. After all, under the same mass, the faster the object, the stronger the impact.
The mercenary reacted quickly and blocked the broad blade of the broadsword in front of his heart. However, he had underestimated Liang Lidong's strength. The fake Emperor Fallen Sword touched the broadsword like a silver bolt of lightning. Logically speaking, the broadsword was so heavy that it shouldn't be easily damaged, but things were just so strange. The broadsword of the mercenary immediately shattered like glass after being touched by Liang Lidong.
The mercenary was shocked and retreated with all his might. Then, under his puzzled and fearful gaze, Liang Lidong retracted the undamaged Emperor Fallen Sword and stabbed it at the mercenary's throat. Then, Liang Lidong retreated a few steps at lightning speed.
The mercenary punched the air, and then he saw a 'red fountain' appear in his vision. He desperately clutched his throat, but the blood did not stop. His strength gradually disappeared, and his vision gradually blurred …
Liang Lidong looked at the mercenary who fell to the ground in pain, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving. He was a little surprised. According to the system, this mercenary was at Lv 4, the same as himself. Although he had a seasoned temperament, his reaction speed and combat strength were not strong, and he clearly did not have a Weapon Specialization. For example, Liang Lidong had Swordsmanship Specialization and Aristocratic Swordsmanship, a talent and a specialty. There was also the talent Aristocratic Prejudice, which treated longswords as a handy weapon. With these three characteristics added together, he dared to fight in close combat with people with a longsword.
If he didn't even have a Weapon Specialization, how could he be a melee fighter? This was the 'truth' acknowledged by the players.
This mercenary didn't have a weapon specialization, so his weapon was destroyed by Liang Lidong, and he was killed unarmed.
At this moment, there was a roar of an explosion, and a hot wind blew from the side, accompanied by a scream. Liang Lidong turned around and found that Joan Of Arc had successfully killed a mercenary with a big fireball. Now there were only two mercenaries left. Although they couldn't see or hear what happened to their companion, as professionals, their intuition told them that the situation was not good.
The two of them split up and ran. Although they could not see clearly, they managed to run in the right direction based on their memories. However, the problem was that Mist Riding not only weakened their vision and hearing, but also affected their speed to a certain extent. More importantly, Mist Riding was centered around Liang Lidong, so when Liang Lidong moved, the thick fog moved with him.
He followed the mercenary without a sound. When he was in the thick fog, no matter how loud he made when he walked, it would be regarded as silent movement, as if all the sound was absorbed by the fog.
The mercenary fled in panic. He looked around in panic and looked back now and then, as if a terrible demon was following him and would run out and devour him if he didn't pay attention.
In fact, Liang Lidong was indeed following the mercenary about fifteen meters behind him, but because the thick fog blocked his sight and sound, he didn't know that someone was following him at all. The mercenary ran desperately. Walking in the forest was hard work in the first place. Besides, it was night time, and the thick fog blocked his sight. The mercenary didn't know how many times he tripped over the grass on the ground. The more he ran, the more tired he became, and the slower he got. However, the fog seemed to be endless, and he couldn't run out no matter how hard he tried.
Looking at the mercenary's back, Liang Lidong waited for the right time to attack. He remembered that this mercenary had the specialty of Blind Fight. Even in the dim environment, the mercenary could sense the opponent's movement through the airflow. So, Liang Lidong had to wait until the mercenary was tired to the point that he couldn't use Blind Fight anymore.
At this time, Joan Of Arc's voice came from the telepathic channel. "I killed this mercenary. I won. Master, you have to fulfill your promise and cook a feast for me."
"Are you hurt?" Liang Lidong heard that its voice sounded a little strange and a little weak.
"I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. But you have to come and carry me away later. I can't fly for now. I hurt my wings."
"Then find a safe place to hide first."
"It's okay. Ordinary beasts can't hurt me. After all, I'm a magical beast. They don't even dare to come close to me. "
Closing the telepathic channel, Liang Lidong continued to follow the mercenary. The mercenary was still running, but because of his excessive panic and because he couldn't escape from the fog, the mercenary's sense of direction began to have problems. Unknowingly, he began to run away from the mountain road and actually began to circle back to the mountain.
Running at full speed, coupled with his extreme emotions, the mercenary's physical strength decreased very quickly. In less than five minutes, he began to pant. In the end, he couldn't help but lean against a big tree to rest and regulate his breath. During the rest period, he still didn't let his guard down. Professionals were different from ordinary people. Even a mage's physical strength recovered faster than ordinary people, not to mention a melee professional whose main strength was physique.
About five minutes later, the mercenary felt that his physical strength had almost recovered. Although the fog still hadn't dissipated, he felt a lot more at ease. As long as he had physical strength, he believed that he would definitely be able to walk out of this damned fog.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. Just as he was about to leave the tree, he heard a tearing sound behind him. Then his whole body trembled. With an expression of disbelief, he looked down and saw a broken sword tip sticking out of his heart.
The more peaceful humans were, the less vigilant they were, and the easier it was for them to be attacked.
The mercenary turned his head. Most of his vision was blocked by the tree. The sword in his body was pulled out. He knelt on the ground, clutching his chest. Before he fell, he used the last bit of his strength to shout, "You demon … I curse …"
Unfortunately, he didn't finish his words before there was no movement.
Liang Lidong grabbed his arm, shook off the blood on the sword, and sheathed it. Then he went back. Because of the telepathic channel, he easily found Joan Of Arc. The latter was squatting in a pile of crown grass, hiding its figure. Liang Lidong pulled it out and held it in his hand. He found that there was a large wound on its left wing, almost cutting off half of its wing. A large amount of blood had smeared the feathers on half of its body into pieces.
The magic pet had strong vitality. Although the bleeding had stopped, Joan Of Arc's spirit was obviously exhausted. Liang Lidong quickly took out the Hydrotherapy Scroll from his spatial backpack, tore it up, and put it on Joan Of Arc. Light blue magic light enveloped Joan Of Arc's whole body. After a while, Joan Of Arc looked much better. She looked up and said, "Okay, Master, don't worry about me. Continue to carry out your plan."
"I'm worried about you staying here alone. I can put you in my spatial backpack, but that place is not very comfortable. I don't know if you're willing!"
"Okay!" Joan Of Arc nodded.
Carefully putting Joan Of Arc into his spatial backpack, he then walked to the entrance of the mine. There were no other traces except for the big pit caused by Joan Of Arc's previous explosion, and five pairs of footprints. Then he waited at the entrance for about half an hour. No one came out, so he walked in by himself.
He carefully walked into the mine. Before he got close to the deepest hole of the gold mine, he smelled a strong fishy smell coming from the mine. Although there was also the smell of human blood, this strange fishy smell was very unpleasant. It was close to the stench of fish.
With eighty percent vigilance, Liang Lidong first threw an illumination scroll into the hole. When it was brightly lit, he leaned sideways and poked his head into the hole.
There was no one standing inside. Three mercenaries were lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Most of their bodies were missing, and one of them was even missing his head.
Around them were the corpses of a few white spiders. When Liang Lidong left, there were no spiders here, and there was only one path leading to the outside. In other words, these spiders must have been summoned. A little further away, there was a spider with two broken legs hissing. It had already found Liang Lidong and was threatening him with its fangs. Its abdomen was raised due to the violent movements, and Liang Lidong saw a strange pattern that looked like a human face.
Human-faced spider? Rose's pet? Liang Lidong had heard of this divine spell before. It could summon several Human-faced spiders from Rose to fight against enemies. Human-faced spiders varied in strength. A powerful priest could naturally summon a strong Human-faced Spider. It seemed like this was Ackerman's doing, but where was he?
Liang Lidong looked around, and after a while, he finally found Ackerman lying on the ground like a corpse in the innermost corner.
Mutual destruction? Liang Lidong smiled noncommittally. He then walked to the corpse of the archer and found a small crossbow. Usually, long-range professions would be equipped with such a crossbow in case of emergencies.
He loaded the crossbow and walked a few steps forward. At the same time, he pulled the trigger and shot the Human-faced Spider in its mouth. The insect screamed and twitched a few times before dying. It was already injured and couldn't move. With such a large target, even if Liang Lidong closed his eyes, he would still be able to hit it.
Liang Lidong took a few steps forward and aimed his crossbow at Ackerman, who was lying on the ground.
"Don't!" Ackerman suddenly raised his head. "Please let —"
Before he could finish his sentence, a crossbow bolt struck his forehead. His eyes widened, and his head fell heavily to the ground.
"If I let you go, who will let the children of Reed Village go?" Liang Lidong said to himself, and then he put the crossbow back into the hands of the dead mercenary: "Both sides perished...well, It seems that there is no need to specially arrange the scene, as long as the traces of me are eliminated, heh, it seems that we can proceed to the next step."
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