Boss Battle! Advanced profession-Mage!
Year 2025.
October 4th.
11:50 PM.
The familiar system notification sounded again.
"The adventurers are about to arrive."
"Host, please enter your castle as soon as possible and resist the adventurers who come to attack.”
He was here.
Wang Yan let out a light breath. With a thought, he appeared in his starting castle from the rented house.
He had already made ample preparations for this battle.
Next, it was time to verify the results!
Wang Yan stood in the center of the living room in the dark castle.
A hooded black robe covered his entire body. A boning knife hung at his waist, and he held an armor-piercing spear. In order to adapt to the relatively small space in the castle, he took off a part of the armor-piercing spear.
Even so, the combination of two parts of the body and one part of the blade made the armor-piercing spear in his hand close to 1.5 meters long.
They silently waited for the adventurers to arrive.
Time passed by.
When the hands of the clock in the living room pointed to midnight, the fog vortex reappeared, and three figures of different heights and sizes appeared as promised.
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Name]: Octyn [Model
]: Basic Profession Model-Militia
[Level]: Level 7
[Status]: Health Points 90(90, Stamina Points 90(90
[Attributes]: Strength 8, Agility 5, Constitution 9, Spirit 5
[Skills]: Basic Blade Technique (Level 4)
[Equipment]: Worn-out Leather Armor, Old Long Blade
…
[Name]: Bach
[Model]: Basic Profession Model-Militia
[[Level]: Level 7
[Status]: Health Points 120(120, Stamina Points 120(120
[Attributes]: Strength 6, Agility 4, Vitality 12, Spirit 4
[Skills]: Basic Block (Level 4)
[Equipment]: Old Leather Armor, Heavy Iron Wooden Shield
...
[Name]: Neetbanks
[Model]: Advanced Profession Model-Mage
[Level]: Level 14
[Status]: HP 100(100, Stamina 100(100, Mana 350(350
[Attributes]: Strength 6, Agility 5, Vitality 10, Spirit 35
[Skills]: Fireball (Level 3), Mage Shield (Level 2)
[Equipment]: Tranquility Staff, Apprentice Robe
…
The attributes of the two Level 7 Militia were skipped. When the Adventurer who came to attack him appeared, the two Level 7 Militia were killed. Wang Yan looked at the external help that the White Fruit Village camp had invited, which was the attributes of the mage "Neetbanks".
A Level 14 player was nine levels higher than Wang Yan!
His Spirit attribute was as high as 35 points! It was almost comparable to Wang Yan's highest Vitality attribute!
Of course.
Considering the difference of nine levels between the two, this mage adventurer's Spirit attribute could only be considered passable. It was not that outstanding.
Two Mage skills.
Two Mage equipment.
This was the strength of the external help that the White Fruit Village camp had invited this time-a Level-14 Advanced Professional Mage.
After looking at the Mage's attribute panel, Wang Yan's gaze shifted to the Mage himself.
This was a young man who was about 20 years old.
He was wearing a slightly old gray mage robe, holding an ebony staff inlaid with blue gems, and his slightly tender face was full of traces of wind and frost.
He seemed to be a very normal young man?
The prerequisite was to ignore the various abnormalities on his body!
Octyn and Bach, these two level 7 adventurers were not much different from the adventurers Wang Yan had met before.
They had the same dry hair, the same ashen skin, the same jagged teeth, and the same zombie-like appearance, but strangely maintained the state and mind of a living person.
Mages were different.
The zombie-like marks on his body were much fewer.
At the very least, there would not be an eyeball that shriveled into a raisin, a jaw bone that completely fell off, or an exposed…There were black and red tooth sockets and upper jaws, and even a big hole on his forehead or body. It was a strange scene that made people feel uncomfortable.
His hair was shiny.
Although his skin was pale, it was not the livid color of a dead person.
Even his body was mostly intact, without any wounds.
However…
When Wang Yan's gaze landed on the mage, he could clearly see that there were a few translucent warts popping up on the mage's face from time to time.
Behind the mage's neck, a similarly translucent tentacle quietly rose. At the tip of the tentacle was a scarlet eyeball that was moving restlessly, sizing up everything around it.
Even!
When Wang Yan looked at the strange eyeball…the strange eyeball seemed to have sensed his gaze as well. It suddenly turned around and stared at him with malice, resentment, and excitement.
"What kind of world is this!”
Feeling a little horrified, Wang Yan could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
While Wang Yan was sizing up the other party, the three new adventurers were also observing Wang Yan.
In an instant, the mage spat out a few strange runes.
Immediately after, the two Level-7 adventurers, one wielding a sword and the other wielding a shield, each took a step forward and firmly protected the mage behind them.
Soon after.
A strange chant rose, accompanied by a scorching aura that spread out. A fist-sized fireball appeared at the top of the ebony staff.
Mage skill-Fireball!
They started fighting just like that?
Feeling the scorching aura in the air, Wang Yan did not feel the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he felt a little excited.
His 10 points of Dexterity were fully displayed.
Just as the Fireball was about to take shape, he shot out like an arrow. The blade of the armor-piercing spear flickered with a cold light, and with an aura that could pierce through everything, he attacked the mage!
[Stop it!]
Without needing the mage to give the order, the shield-bearing militiaman took half a step to the side and raised his thick iron wooden shield, completely blocking the mage behind him.
The armed militia took a step forward and slashed out with the long saber in his hand. He attacked Wang Yan as if he did not care about his life. He completely ignored his own defense and tried to block his attack in this way.
However…with
a cold laugh, Wang Yan changed from stabbing to slashing. The 45-centimeter long snow-white spear blade slashed across the long saber. Not only did it cut off the old long saber, but it also cut off one of the armed militiaman's arms!
"Ouch…Ouch…"
A sharp pain came, and the armed militia's body trembled.
At this moment, the white blade of the armor-piercing spear slashed again. Black and red blood splattered everywhere, and a withered head fell to the ground along with half a shoulder!
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