Chapter Seventy-Nine: What's the Matter of Waiting for the Rabbit?
Don't look at Leo when he killed the werewolf before, he seemed to be very relaxed and felt that the werewolf was vulnerable, in fact, the werewolf with the strength of a high-level warrior is very strong. Leo was able to kill werewolves quickly and in large quantities, all thanks to his possession of the Necromancer profession, who could cast spells to attack opponents like him?
The werewolves were deflated under Leo before, because they couldn't close the distance between them and Leo, and their melee combat ability couldn't be used at all. Now it was different, after crossing the seal of the Wall of Bones and sacrificing two companions, the remaining dozen or so werewolves had already included Leo in their attack range.
The werewolves' eyes gleamed with bloodthirst, and they swung their sharp claws vigorously, vowing to tear Leo to shreds.
Leo snorted coldly, don't think that the legal profession will be left to be a mermaid after being close.
Dread!
The werewolf's movements paused slightly, but only for a moment, and there was no scene of the werewolf being frightened and running around.
The tried-and-true fear technique didn't have the desired effect, and Leo froze, screaming in his heart that it was terrible.
Dread is not a panacea, it does not strike fear into all enemies, and it is unlikely to be effective against a stalwart paladin like Scarlett or a warrior who has no sense of fear, such as the Wish of Death. Fearful beliefs, fearless convictions, and opponents dominated by a certain strong emotion in their hearts, fear magic can play very little role.
Leo made a mistake, perhaps because he had been able to kill werewolves with a lot of pride, and he looked down on werewolves, which led him to ignore the fact that werewolves who were accused of being dominated by their bloodthirsty surnames were like warriors with furious rage, and it was almost impossible for fear to work on them. Werewolves in an angry state are not afraid at all.
The werewolf's claws quickly grabbed Leo, and as he was about to land on Leo's head, a blue-black psionic creature suddenly appeared beside Leo. The Voidwalker used his body to block the werewolf's claws for Leo, and it was indeed a dutiful meat shield.
Fortunately, I have always had the means to protect myself. Leo secretly wiped a cold sweat, and with the Void Walker blocking the werewolf's claws for him, he hurriedly stepped back.
Without hurting Leo, the werewolf who had been spoiled by the Voidwalker waved his claws angrily, and the Voidwalker only lasted less than two seconds under the attack of more than a dozen werewolves before being restored to the most primitive dark element.
The werewolves, who had almost killed the Voidwalker in an instant, were about to pursue Leo, but the Clay Stonegoy had already rushed forward with their fists clenched.
The werewolves, who had been completely dominated by anger, did not make the right choice, and they lost their minds and were left with the only thought of killing any enemy who dared to attack them, and seeing that the clay stone demons had abandoned Leo in favor of attacking the elemental creature. This move completely deprived them of the opportunity to turn around.
The Clay Stone Demon didn't last longer than the Voidwalker, and it was still about two seconds before the big chunk was torn into a pile of crumbs by the werewolf.
By the time the werewolf had turned his target back to Leo, the distance between the two had widened by more than two hundred paces. Four seconds, two hundred steps, this is impossible for him to do even if he kills Leo before the crossing, but now, after the strengthening of the elemental body, he has a stronger physique than a warrior of the same level, and he can only be described as easy to do this.
For example, if these dozen or so werewolves who can only attack in close quarters are distanced by a magic warrior like Leo who can fire spells in bursts, the end must be extremely tragic. It's like the scene where a mage kills multiple warriors that can often be seen in the original mountain passes, as long as the warriors are distanced by the mage, how can that scene be miserable.
Barrage-like bones and teeth rained down on the werewolves, blooming blood flowers on the werewolves' gray fur. Knowing that the werewolf who was dominated by anger would not be affected by the fear spell, Leo naturally did not stand in place and fight positional battles as calmly as before, he fought and retreated, and when the werewolf rushed to his original position with his teeth on his back, Leo had already moved back a hundred steps.
By this time, the number of werewolves had plummeted to three.
Sou! Sou! Sou!
Leo's spell suddenly changed at this moment, and the bone teeth that had struck like a rainstorm disappeared, and three bone spears like giant crossbow arrows shot out.
Burst! Burst!
Two werewolves were crucified on the spot.
It's not that they can't dodge, it's that they can't dodge at all—Poison Flower Vine and Clay Stone Demon suddenly appeared, restricting the werewolf's movement the moment the bone spear fired.
The last werewolf narrowly escaped the bone spear, but it did not outlive its companion, and the wolf, who had been watching in the dark for a long time, seized the opportunity and tore the werewolf's neck with sharp teeth.
Ha, brother's strength has improved again. Leo was secretly happy in his heart, the werewolves in the orchard did not disappoint him, and the energy he collected allowed him to successfully raise his level to twenty-three.
Twenty-three levels, just one level away from the necromancer's new ability to start the next round. It is only one level away from activating the Curse of Aging with one cap, and it is only one level away from trapping the enemy and beating them as sandbags.
Leo was rejoicing when a feeling of being targeted suddenly came to his mind.
The body was faster than the movement, and before Leo's brain could give the command, his body quickly fell to the side, and rolled on the spot, leaving the place.
Several shadow arrows swept past where he had been, and several werewolves who had snatched a few rags around their waists from out of nowhere appeared from behind Leo.
There is an ambush! This was Leo's first reaction, but he immediately vetoed it. If it was really an ambush set up by the werewolves, then why didn't he intervene when he slaughtered the werewolves in the orchard?
It should be a werewolf returning from foraging. Leo made up his mind. In this way, the werewolves gathered in the orchard are not only killed by themselves, but also some of the ones who have gone out.
"What are the ancients doing when they waited for the rabbit, my brother is much more evil, so my brother will wait here to slaughter the wolf."
After killing the werewolves, he collected a lot of energy, and Leo naturally wouldn't let these guys go. It's easy to kill, and there's a lot of energy on your body, where can you find such a good wolf friend?
Several werewolves roared at Leo, and when they returned from foraging, they saw the corpses of werewolves lying at the entrance of the orchard, which made them almost crazy.
"Whew!"
Several werewolves each let out a terrible wolf howl, and the dark elements in their hands were rapidly condensing. The Shadow Arrow that had sneaked up on Leo was clearly their masterpiece.