Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1639 - 217: If Only All Enemies Were This Dumb
"Hard Wind" blinked once, then again: "Ah..."
"Cunlü" couldn’t help but glance over, then couldn’t hold back and let out a crisp laugh: "What is this?
Why hasn’t she controlled the wind around her?"
The high-slit long dress is meant to have that kind of elusive beauty, not this kind that the wind blows to be indistinguishable from bikini bottoms.
"Cunlü" wore a long dress today, although it’s also white and the upper part is very sexy, but the flying skirt in the wind only revealed half of a thigh.
The most striking part was, in fact, the shapely calf highlighted by the crystal high heels.
Sexy and exposure are actually only a fine line apart, clearly, this Ellie couldn’t tell the difference.
Though her voice wasn’t loud, Ellie obviously heard it.
In the fiery wind, there faintly emerged a layer of smoky fire.
One after another, strange ice-fire arrows... with flames burning on the ice arrows... appeared around Ellie.
Surprisingly, those shark-heads that originally hid within the vines suddenly rushed out, their huge figures stood bravely on the vine nearest to the Undead Tribe... though they still dared not leave the protection of the Endless Vines, the mist enveloping the Undead Tribe proved the rare courage of the shark-heads.
Whether this stems from Ambori’s will... "Cunlü" covered her forehead with her hand and looked northwards, the huge blue Goddess seemed unbothered by this side, still speaking with her head bowed... it was quite commendable for the shark-heads to achieve this.
Her overly lax attitude, and those shark-heads determinedly wanting to protect the Undead Tribe... perhaps to Ellie, it means protecting the comfortably seated "Cunlü"... all made this woman, who persisted till now through obsession and self-transcendence, lose control, sending endless ice-fire arrows sweeping towards the Undead Tribe.
The sharkmen, like their Main God, have their own evaluation criteria for the combat power of enemies.
The reason they dare to come forward to aid the Undead Tribe is due to Ellie’s use of spells... ice-fire arrows, although strange and troublesome to deal with, true aquatic creatures wouldn’t find that stuff useful.
Except for being flashy.
Generally speaking, such spells are used by certain Archmages to demonstrate their profound understanding of the law, being more akin to performance.
After all, flames unable to melt such fine ice arrows, no aquatic creature would ever fear those, even the not-so-powerful shark-heads.
So what if it’s ancient ice?
Only a little bit, eh!
To prevent these ice from melting, the temperature of the fire must be limited.
Absolutely unable to burn these divine creations that inherently carry Water Shield BUFF.
"Hard Wind" soon discovered this: if it were frost arrows, such endless attack, he alone as a Knight wouldn’t be able to hold up so easily.
Although he has the stamina and endurance BUFF constantly supplied by "Cunlü", and his health bar never fell below one-third, as a Grand Knight, he could feel that disparity.
"Hard Wind, Old Dog says, you can try fighting back." "Qiuqiu" lowered his voice, speaking cautiously, "He asks you to gauge with a swordsman, leaving enough."
Never fear sending them to die back at the castle, that’s their job."
"Hard Wind" nodded his head amidst the scorching gaze behind him.
Like Snow Cloud Peak, to treat everyone including himself as pawns, casually playing the soldier’s and general’s demise, not everyone can do that; he must think carefully about how to arrange it.
Darn it, should have brought Rain Falling on Mortal Dust over... everyone is unfamiliar!
He and Baldy were not adept at directing battles that send others to death... generally preferring to send their own first, then confidently allowing outsiders to follow.
"Cunlü" naturally understood why "Hard Wind" suddenly tensed up; she gently surveyed around, calculated the cooldown intervals of the Spring Water marks on these people, then immediately pointed to a few with nearly full health bars, still having one-third duration of Healing Spell left, having acted as the charger swordsman:
"These few can be sent out, always eager to rush outside, already consumed Spring Water three times, over the limit.
Just die and come back as the cooldown ends."
"Hard Wind" nodded quickly, turned his gaze, considering the profession skills of these swordsmen... he’s proficient at discerning what a certain Undead Tribe member plays based on equipment and weapons... after all, even if all wielding short swords, depending on whether their head bears Coron, Lansendel, or even their Teraxil’s Nobles and God of Monarchy, their skills vary greatly.
Thus, usually participating as strategists in pre-battle planning, but during actual war, leading the charge.
Quickly calculating the skill chains in his mind, "Hard Wind" glanced back incredulously: strange indeed, ever since visiting Toril, players of Rose Swordsman in the Undead Tribe have almost gone extinct... the skills given by Nobles and God of Monarchy.
That guy is shrewd, offering skills that seem powerful, but in reality, not practical, only visually appealing.
Yet after coming to Toril, the swordsmanship style of the Elf Deity System, far surpasses that of swordsmanship with only thunder effects and rose glows... offering whatever flowers you desire.
The Undead Tribe never held much fondness for that guy, those who could switch did.
Never imagined encountering one here.
However, ’Hard Wind’ can understand why she didn’t enter the main battlefield... The skills given by the Nobles and the God of Monarchy to the Swordsman are all close-combat types, first using lightning to paralyze, then stabbing the vital points.
With just these two moves, what can one do on the main battlefield?
After releasing the electricity, she returns to the city, leaving her paralyzed opponent to others to enjoy.
Clearly she is the main attacker, yet she can only get a third of the military exploits... Where is such a selfless Undead Tribe, even sending to family members is not allowed.
But in this place, it’s quite useful.
’Hard Wind’ immediately issued the order: "Xi Manman, you go first! Direct electric shock.
Then Liu Nongyu, proceed with Thorn’s Sting.
After that, it’s Nie Xia’ai, directly employ the multi-attack Shadow Slaughter... You have the Sword of Shadow Slaughter in your hand, right?
You three will execute the first round, in 30 seconds I’ll clear the path for you, is that clear?"
The three swordsmen looked at each other... A lazy female voice responded: "Got it."
’Cunlü’ blinked at ’Xi Manman’ and threw a charming glance: "Victory~ sisters."
’Xi Manman’ laughed, her low and hoarse voice carrying a drunken allure.
Then wearing black leather armor, she soared into the air on the Giant Shield suddenly thrown by Hard Wind, surrounded by red roses, with fine petals flashing with black light on the long sword in her hand.
The wind grew stronger, but it couldn’t block the Giant Shield thrown by ’Hard Wind’... As the only knight attack skill from horseback for the Defensive Knight, the Shield Fly skill is rarely restrained by group attack spells.
Naturally, ’Xi Manman’, nearly clinging onto the shield with her whole body, arrived directly at Ellie’s side.
Ellie snorted coldly, the Breeze Staff in her hand extended to directly attempt to send this reckless assassin flying.
Then she froze... The rose petals flashing with black light were not the illusory roses on the assassin but somehow woven from Power of thunder and lightning into an Electrolight Rose.
Even with various buffs, direct contact with the Power of thunder and lightning still put her in a paralyzed state.
Ellie’s stiff smile brimmed with fury... Ever since Level Ten, she never expected to find herself in such a situation.
Even an ordinary Undead Tribe could paralyze her!
Her Breeze Staff dispatched a swift and strong Wind Blade that struck down ’Xi Manman’ in mid-air.
Almost simultaneously, a lightning-fast figure streaked past Ellie, although the Wind Shield wrapped around her body counter-killed on the spot, Ellie’s arm emitted a cyan glow... The implication of Thorn Sword was indeed a Short Sword carrying natural Toxin, and the bind of thorns served to restrain.
Facing two successive paralysis effects, Ellie was completely stiffened.
Then came a shadow-like figure behind her, a swift and vicious attack.
The phantom-like sword, even in sunlight, repeatedly stabbed three times at Ellie’s neck... It wasn’t until the third time that Ellie managed to let out a sharp scream.
Then this swordsman was blasted into fragments by the dark grey light erupting from Ellie’s body.
’Hard Wind’ glanced at his own shattered Great Shield that couldn’t return, sliced into pieces by the Wind Blade, sighed, and pulled out a dark red one from his bag: "Hmm~ this does not match my outfit today at all."
"Her mastery of Wind Spell isn’t even on par with a Level Six Mage." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ nodded contentedly, "Without that Magic Wand, she could probably only muster a breeze.
Her true capability should be in the evil-type spell, probably the Divine Arts that corrupts and strengthens the Sea Monster, but she doesn’t dare to use it.
Very well, in actual combat, she can be disregarded, even Hill won’t need to intervene.
An Elder could toy her to death.
Tsk, it seems I need to speak with Lucimar.
The real trouble is likely over there.
Grey light, carrying Life Force and Force of Death, lacking explicit bloody scent... Tsk tsk, has Gaia studied at Devil Academy?"
’Hard Wind’ struggled to withstand Ellie’s infuriated high-level move.
Then discovered she even spared no mercy for the Shark-head nearby, the Storm accompanied by a line of fire rushed directly into the Endless Vines’ region.
Then, the vines lurking under the sea’s surface sprang out... Though the perceived energy distance of Endless Vines was poor, being slammed right at the crown wouldn’t be overlooked.
"Ah... If only all enemies were this foolish." ’Hard Wind’ sighed deeply.
