Abe the Wizard

The fireball flew beyond 400 meters. Although a fire spell was quite fast, the bearman already had their shields ready.

A bearman dashed towards the fireball with its shield. However, it did not expect the fireball to take a turn in and fly towards the second bearman.

That bearman did not have its defense ready. However, a bump suddenly emerged from the ground before the fireball made contact with the bearman and blocked the strike.

Abel’s eyes twitched. He had cast this fireball carefully and controlled it with his power of the will. He thought that the defenseless bearman would not be able to counteract it, but it was blocked by a mud monster from a priest at the back.

It seemed like he was in for a troublesome battle, but he was prepared. Another spell pattern emerged from his Leaf Magic Staff, and he fire enchanted himself.

He then put his Leaf Magic Staff away and took out the Riphook. 3 arrows appeared on the bow. It was exactly 300 meters, a perfect shooting range.

At that moment, Abel’s sensitive ears heard a rumble from the ground. A lot of orcs running. It seemed like they would reach him in 2 minutes. If it wasn’t so dark, he would probably be able to see the orcs already.

He couldn’t go back now. Abel calculated. He had 100 seconds at most. It seemed like the orc priests he was facing were very powerful.

“Arrow rain!” Abel viciously blasted his energy out. By this point, he could make 7 shots per second and 3 arrows per shot.

All of a sudden, arrows rained down towards those 10 orcs. It was dark, so his arrows were very hard to spot.

When his arrows were about to make contact with the orcs, a grey glowing protection shield emerged and wrapped the orcs within it.

The arrows kept flying out as the shield shook, but it remained intact.

“An intermediate defense circle!” Abel was sure this glowing shield in front of him was at least intermediate. Looking at its color, it seemed like it had used a skull gem for energy. It was the first time Abel saw something like this.

Normally, intermediate circles were used in large areas. This one had been shrunk, but it was much stronger.

Abel’s arrows all came with powerful fire attributes. The number of arrows he just shot out was enough to blast open a beginner protection circle and make a hole in a normal intermediate circle.

However, all of his arrows were blocked. It seemed like none of them had any effect at all.

His mount wolf king did not stop as he examined this protection circle. He was about to reach the orcs.

4 orc priests waved their hands, and skeletons were summoned from their portal bag one by one. Afterward, a black cloaked priest took out a delicate bone wand and drew a spell pattern in mid air. Afterward, a wall made out of sharp bones emerged from the side of Abel’s mount wolf king.

If his mount wolf king couldn’t control its body much better than any other mount wolf, it would have directly plunged into that wall made out of sharp bones.

Red clouds then emerged above Abel, and cursed rain drops rained down. The glow of curse emerged on Abel’s body.

“Bone wall, weaken!” Abel felt his heart drop. “Bone wall” was an intermediate priest spell. Which meant there was at least one intermediate priest amongst those 4 priests.

A Weaken Curse could decrease the attack of the enemy by 1/3, and that wall had completely blocked his way. It seemed like those orcs were planning to put defense as their main priority. They didn’t want him to even get close to their protection circle.

As long as they could hold him down for a while, their support would arrive. Especially since Abel had just shown some powerful archery skills, so those orcs didn’t want to fight him head on.

20 seconds had passed. Abel knew he didn’t have much time left. He was powerful but not invincible.

He would be in great danger if he was surrounded by orcs. He wouldn’t put himself in a situation like that, so he set a time for himself. He would retreat if he couldn’t get to the orc battle drum in 60 seconds.

Up to this point, he put away his Riphook and took out the runeword ‘iron’ and ‘ancient pledge’. They were the best for close range combat.

“Jump!” Abel commanded his mount wolf king. The mount wolf king viciously dashed up and hopped over the high bone wall. This was an extremely risky move because he was basically defenseless in mid air.

Just as expected, as soon as the mount wolf king jumped, 4 bone spears flew towards him, locking his movements. Luckily, those priests did not want to hurt the mount wolf king, so they did not aim perfectly.

“Jackpot, all 4 priests are intermediate!” Thoughts flashed in Abel’s mind. He then focused all his attention on the 4 bone spears flying towards him. The whole world turned slow.

The 10 orcs were stunned as they watched Abel gently twisted a little in mid air. All 4 of their bone spears, controlled by their power of the will, missed.

The ‘Bone Spear’ was the most powerful long range attack a priest could do. Under the guidance of their power of the will, the chance of them missing their target was extremely low. However, the reality looked like Abel had just dodged it effortlessly.

The mount wolf king jumped over the bone wall and arrived outside of the protection circle. However, he was blocked by that shield made out of grey death qi.

Those 10 orcs thought that there was no way Abel could penetrate this shield, but it was at that moment, they saw Abel letting go of his mount wolf king and directly dashed towards the protection circle.

The orcs almost thought he was trying to kill himself. Normally as soon as a person touches this shield, they would be consumed by death qi. However, somehow Abel just directly went through the shield as though there was a hole in it.

Actually, all Abel did was wrapping his entire body in the power of the will. Therefore, all death qi that approached him would be sucked in his druid soul. The death qi did not even have the chance to show their power, so Abel just looked like he had directly penetrated the shield to the orcs.

If this wasn’t a death qi shield, but it was made out of other elements, there was no way he would be able to penetrate it this easily. The druid soul in his mind was basically a giant vacuum cleaner for death qi and life force. As long as he opened up an energy path with his power of the will, any death qi and life force would be sucked in.

“Quick, kill him!” A black cloaked priest yelled. His voice was so raspy it sounded like tree branches.

32 skeletons dashed out, and 4 head wolf rider captains quickly followed behind, guarding the priests.

Abel did not have his mount wolf. In the past, this would expose him to his biggest weakness as a knight, speed.

However, his dexterity had reached 51 points, and the limit of humans was 50 points. Although it was only a 1 point difference, it felt like a night and day difference.

His body gently twisted moved forward, and sometimes even moved back. But still, he had effortlessly sifted through the skeletons, none of them could attack him.

Abel knew that the supporting orcs were coming soon from the sound. He still had 30 seconds, but at that moment, he was still surrounded by skeletons.

A weird smirk emerged under his mask, and a strange spell pattern appeared on his hand.

“Careful, he is casting a spell!” That raspy voice emerged again to warn the orcs.

That battle drum was guarded by 4 head wolf rider captain and 2 Bearman as front line defense, and 4 intermediate priests at second line defense. To normal people, it would be impossible to penetrate this defense in 30 seconds.

The spell pattern faded from Abel’s hand, and a patch of black clouds appeared above, blocking their sights.

It was the ‘Cloak of shadow,’ a spell that was never heard of in the Holy Continent, and it was cast by Abel just like that.