yasinovel Chapter 185 The Bad Old Man!
Chapter 185 The Bad Old Man!
Chapter 185 The Bad Old Man!
"You wicked old man, stay away from Ai!"
The large orc recklessly ran towards the direction of the half-elf poet and the witch hunter.
At that moment, Geb faced a choice.
To fight or to flee?
This witch hunter chased Gebu three times, each time on the brink of death. The first time, he nearly died in the Peacock Basement; the second time, he destroyed the entire Broken Tooth tribe; and the third time, Gebu almost exposed himself in front of everyone.
Next time—will there even be a next time? I can't be lucky every time, and this bastard doesn't seem like he's going to give up.
Magnubie's butt isn't running away anymore!
Looking at the big guy in front of him, Gebu felt a little more confident. Three against one, he had a chance.
Kill him! That'll solve everything!
Gebu took out the tree bark potion he had been hiding for a long time from the dimensional belt and drank it down in large gulps. As the potion went down his throat, just like the old shaman had done years ago, a hard shell formed on Gebu's skin, like a suit of armor made of oak bark.
The effects of Jump had long since worn off, so Geb cast another one on himself for easier movement. This left him with two level 2 ring slots (the one used by Invisibility, which he recovered while resting in the bathroom), and one level 1 ring slot (from casting Grease and two Jumps). In addition, Geb had two Shield scrolls and one Magic Missile scroll, as well as a basic healing potion.
As Yvette watched the big guy run towards her, a fleeting look of joy flickered across her terrified face. She shouted at him, "Split your legs!"
The big guy, as if he had rehearsed it, spread his legs into a V-shape, and the petite Yvette slid down and slipped between his legs.
The vulture watched the large orc, who was gripping a cleaver and eager to strike, raise its sword and become fully alert.
The battle had exhausted most of the witch hunter's strength—he was no longer a young man. The bald man squinted, seeing the halfling's face emerge behind the large orc and half-elf.
"Obak above, please bless my frail body, so that I may carry out Your divine will with my own life—"
He prayed silently, and a divine power surged through his veins, slowly healing the abrasions on his face.
"Gebu—where did this guy come from—?"
Yvette stared wide-eyed in disbelief as the vulture used Healing Touch to heal itself. She clutched her lute tightly, hiding behind the big man, and gave Geb an uneasy look.
"This is a church dog—he's caught the smell of blood and won't let go. We have no choice but to kill him," Geb said to Yvette in a low voice, looking at the vulture.
"Goodness gracious—" Yvette muttered, then jumped onto the big guy's back and whispered in his ear.
"This guy is a big bad guy, kill him!"
"Chop it into minced meat?"
"Chop it into minced meat!"
"good!"
The orc roared and charged toward the witch hunter!
Flames spread up the green wall and quickly engulfed the battlefield.
Amidst the flames, swords clashed, magic and musical notes filled the air!
"Minced meat! Minced meat! Minced meat!"
The orcs fought without any skill, like large, unruly babies, relying on brute force to swing their greatswords wildly and slash around, and for a time they actually suppressed the battle-hardened witch hunters.
Yvette slung the lute around his neck, his hands moving swiftly up and down, the music dancing in the air, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes shrill. Listening to this music, the big guy swung his knife with ferocious force, even his cursing had energy.
Conversely, the witch hunter's movements seemed to be hindered by the music. Every time he dodged the big man's attack and was about to retaliate, the note would just be the exact moment he made his move, causing the man to frequently lose focus. In the blink of an eye, the cleaver was already in front of him again.
Is this magic? Geb wondered to himself.
This wandering poet from a thousand lakes has some skill.
While the witch hunters and orcs were entangled, Gebu took the opportunity to snipe them with fire arrows from the periphery of the battlefield.
"Ignis!"
The fire arrow slashed past the big man's shoulder, heading straight for the witch hunter's face. He instinctively tilted his shoulder, using his shoulder guard to block it. The fire arrow exploded on the witch hunter's armor, scattering sparks, but it did not cause him any real harm.
Golden threads subtly flowed across the black armor, gathering, guiding, and evaporating the energy of the flames on its surface.
Does this guy's armor have magic resistance properties?
This is not surprising, since the purpose of a witch hunter is to hunt witches, and he must have many means and equipment to fight against magic.
Magic couldn't harm him, so what Geb needed to do was to interfere with the witch hunter and provide support for the big guy.
The poet's notes and Geb's spells kept interrupting the witch hunter's actions. The vulture, unable to bear the disturbance, was at a disadvantage in its maneuvering with the big guy, retreating step by step until it was unknowingly forced into a corner.
His back was burning, and he had nowhere to retreat.
"Don't you dare dodge, or I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
The big guy swung his knife down at the witch hunter!
With nowhere to hide, the vulture simply raised its sword horizontally, grabbed the tip with its second hand, and met the giant's blade head-on.
The blade was large and heavy, carrying a whistling sound; it looked like it was about to cleave the man's longsword in two!
"ScutumFidei!"
With a roar from the vulture, golden runes appeared on his longsword. The blade struck the sword, and the slender sword withstood the giant's slash without flinching!
The feel of that strike was beyond the orc's comprehension; how could such a thin, delicate piece of iron withstand such a heavy blow?!
Golia looked puzzled. Taking advantage of the moment when the big man was distracted, Vulture pulled out a crossbow with one hand, pressed it against the orc's stomach, and pulled the trigger!
"Hmm!"
An arrow was planted inside the big guy's fat belly!
The crossbow bolt was fired at too short a distance, leaving no room for acceleration and limited penetration. It only went in halfway, leaving a few centimeters of fletching outside. The orc stared incredulously at the crossbow bolt in his stomach, not realizing what had happened, and didn't even feel any pain.
The vulture turned and kicked the tail of the crossbow bolt, burying it completely!
Now, even with his thick belly, Goliath couldn't take it anymore. He clutched his stomach and cried like a large baby.
"No, big guy!"
Yvette became enraged and cursed loudly in Elvish. She played a triple melody on her harp, the notes resonating with her curses to create an invisible wave of sound that shot straight into the ears!
What kind of swearing is that?! It's causing psychological harm?! Gebu instinctively covered his ears.
The witch hunter seemed to have anticipated the poet's attack. Despite his discomfort, he forced his way past the big man, who was injured and unable to stop him.
The vulture stepped forward, reached into its waistband, and flicked its wrist, sending out a cone of silver powder. The poet's music fell silent instantly, the air that came into contact with the powder became unusually viscous, and the flow of ether almost stopped.
"Anti-magic silver!" Geb reacted instantly, retreating, summoning a shadow to take his place, and then changing his angle.
Yvette wasn't so lucky. She didn't realize what the powder was and was still thinking about continuing to play the piano. By the time she realized that her music had stopped working, the witch hunter had already rushed up and was sweeping her sword across the room!
"babble!!!"
A piercing scream rang out, the string snapped, and the half-elf, harp and all, was slashed to the ground. Had she not been holding her lute, the woman would have been the one cut in two!
The vulture, standing on the woman's chest, was about to deliver the final blow when it heard three strange noises and instinctively raised its hand to block.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Three magic missiles struck the witch hunter's elbow armor. Under the influence of the anti-magic silver, the missiles were limp and powerless, like three eggs hitting him. It was more of a provocation than an attack.
The vulture swung its arm, glaring angrily. Five steps away, the halfling looked as if facing a formidable enemy, the afterglow of a magic missile still lingering on its outstretched hand.
"You!" Upon seeing Geb's face, the witch hunter was filled with rage and was about to step forward when he suddenly realized something.
The effects of the True Sight Potion had worn off, but the years of experience fighting witch hunters and imperial wizards had transformed into an intuition akin to a sixth sense. Ignoring the shadow in front of him, he abruptly turned his head and precisely spotted Geb's true form, who was secretly chanting a spell in the corner!