Chapter 142 - Volume 2
TL: Kind of late again, cough. I’ll be seeing you guys next Wednesday.
Chapter 87 – The kings and the undead (2)
Brendel smiled and showed off his white teeth when he thought about the Spectral Knight’s Crystal.
[Three Billion Tor. That’s how high a price for the ‘Engraved Spectral Knight’s Crystal’ was sold for in the auctions. Even up to the second era in the game, there were only a few pay-to-win gamers who could afford this artifact. The chances to get it is incredibly rare, up to the 7th decimal point as a loot drop. Nope, it’s definitely impossible to get this item.]
He slung the crossbow over his shoulder and asked: “Do you have magic bolts?”
“”Yes.”” The two Elementalists immediately answered. There were female twin Elves, with grey-orange long hair neatly braided into thin strands behind their pointy ears. Brendel recognized them as Wild Elves from the Orrgesh region. When he was still a member of ‘The Godly Force’ guild, he had spent a long time fighting the undead and was familiar with the natives there.
The Wild Elves were the children of the female goddess, Gaia, and were closely related to the Rock Dwarves. Their customs were quite similar, and the Wild Elves were closely attuned as Hunters and Elementalists, as well as Woodsman Knights. These three professions had strong attacking stats, and it was quite easy to recognize their daring exploits.
When the Fourth King of Kirrlutz invaded the Lopes’ capital, he suffered a great deal of pain under their defense. Even though he won in the end, he paid a great price, till the point where the people of Kirrlutz bore hatred for the Wild Elves.
With the advancement of the technology in the world, the artificial intelligence in the game had reached to a point where they accurately mimicked humans. However, the gamers still perceived them as numbers and data to a certain extent, and calculated their actions like a precision machine to perceive fluctuations in the data.
Everything had their own rules.
Brendel estimated the remaining time, and the crossbolt’s trigger was pressed with his finger. The first bolt notched into the crossbow was an ordinary bolt, which sang across the air with a shrilling scream, parting the misty air into two as it flew in an arc to the temple’s grounds covered with shadow.
“Six, five……”
The noise from the bolt immediately attracted the attention of the hostile undead, appearing quickly to the sides of the temple to investigate.
[Here he comes!] The Nightsong Tiger was tense as he gripped his axe tightly.
But Brendel threw away his heavy crossbow and took out a shortbow which hung from his waist belt, another incomprehensible action in the Nightsong Tiger’s eyes.
Brendel merely signed with his hand.
‘Retreat, now!’