## Chapter 222: Killing Again
After the Necromancer died, the Skull and Clay Golem he summoned also began to fall apart, gradually weathering into streaks of white powder that dispersed into the darkness with the cold night wind. A person dying is like a lamp going out; this scene is probably the best portrayal of that.
Unexpectedly, I had thought I could Instant Kill the Necromancer. You must know that a Level 10 Mutated Ghost Wolf's Attack Power is no weaker than mine after Werebear Transformation, and Light Snow 's Attack is several times stronger than mine. I estimate that a lot of the Damage was absorbed by Bone Armor, and Claw Tear didn't trigger, which is why the Necromancer managed to survive the first round of Sneak attack.
But even more surprised than me were the Assassin and the Barbarian. The Ghost Wolf's Abnormal Teleport and Attack Power left them Dumbfounded, so much so that even the cautious Assassin couldn't help but Pause his Footsteps and turn his Head back, actually standing there stunned with his back to the Enemy. Oh dear, spacing out during Battle is not good.
At my signal, in an instant, Poison Creeper had already lurked beneath the Assassin's feet, slowly drilling its hideous Head out of the Dirt, then opening its saw-like large Mouth and fiercely spreading up the Assassin's Body, taking a harsh bite.
When he felt something foreign on his feet, the Assassin had already noticed, but it was too late. The Poison Creeper's Body had already coiled around his heel and quickly climbed up his thigh and waist. Then he felt a pain in his shoulder. From that intense pain, a nauseating sense of Helplessness rapidly spread throughout his entire Body. The experienced Assassin reacted instantly.
Poisoned!
And it was a Potent Poison like never before! What kind of Toxin was this? He watched his Life rapidly drain away like water from a cracked jar, feeling utter Despair and horror.
Without a moment's hesitation, he tried to break free from the vine on his Body while reaching into his Belt, intending to take out an Antidote Potion to drink. But he quickly discovered that forget breaking free from the Bind of the vine, he couldn't even move. The vine, as thick as an arm, had firmly tied up his entire Body.
The moment he raised his Head in Despair, his vision went dark. He was surrounded by countless huge Shadows. The next moment, overwhelming Attacks rained down on him...
Damn it. I was already troubled by the Assassin's Speed. If he had intended to run, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything about him. I didn't expect Poison Creeper's Bind Skill to appear at this moment. The Assassin doesn't primarily rely on Strength, so the Poison Creeper's Bind could at least make him Pause for a few seconds, which was enough. The instant the Bind Skill appeared, I had a flash of inspiration. My instinctive Combat Awareness drove my Body, Command/Directing Light Snow and the others to charge up together, tightly encircling the Assassin. Claws and Mouths were used as fiercely as possible. For a time, the Assassin's terrified and Helpless Screams echoed throughout the entire Garden.
"Only you are left, oh. What should you do?"
Turning back, the Ghost Wolf and Poison Creeper lined up on either side. I crossed my hands, looking with interest at the Barbarian, who had a look of terror on his face. Behind me was the Assassin's Corpse, green and starting to rot, corroded by the Poison Creeper's Toxin.
From using Airdrop Encirclement to slaughter the Necromancer, to Poison Creeper Sneak attack Binding the Assassin, and then rushing up to eliminate him. The entire process only took the blink of an eye. There were no beautiful Movements that would make people clap in admiration, nor did it require too many flowery words to describe. Life-and-death Brawling is this simple and cruel. One oversight, one bit of Luck, is enough to decide the Battle's outcome. The victor survives; the vanquished dies without a complete Corpse.
Relying solely on my own Strength, even two of me might not have been able to achieve this Degree. But I had an Advantage—I roughly knew the Skills of the three of them, but the other side took it for granted that I was just an ordinary Druid. This was their biggest mistake.
If they had known from the start that I could cast Airdrop Encirclement, the Necromancer would definitely have surrounded himself tightly with Skulls, leaving no gap for the Airdrop. If the Assassin had known that Poison Creeper possessed the Bind Skill, he would never have let it get close. In that situation, although the situation would still be a certain victory for my side, I wouldn't have had the chance to achieve the results I have now. Even going all out, the greatest possibility would only be to eliminate the slower Necromancer and then watch the other two escape. In that case, a part of my hidden Strength would also become known to the Fallen Alliance. If I were put on a Blacklist, it wouldn't be so easy to Sneak attack in the future.
So, as expected, hitting the Enemy while they're blindfolded is the most satisfying!
Now only one Barbarian remains. Although I appear relaxed and at ease on the surface, deep down I dare not Relax my Vigilance in the slightest—once a Barbarian uses his Jump Skill, his Speed is in no way inferior to an Assassin's.
Indeed, as I was thinking about how to keep the opponent here, the Barbarian named Took suddenly leaped back, creating Distance between us, and then quickly let out a loud Shout towards the sky.
Barbarian Warcry Skills Tier 2 Defense Skill—Shout.
"You, you Monster, could... could you be a spy sent by Hell?"
Even after casting Shout, he still didn't feel the slightest sense of Safety. The Barbarian Took felt Cold Sweat all over his Body. He roared at me with a bloodless face. The Druid Summons that were beyond everyone's understanding, and the strange and mysterious Skills he had never seen before, made him start guessing wildly.
"I was thinking this back at the Great Hall, Your Excellency's imagination is truly extraordinarily Rich." A few drops of Cold Sweat appeared on my forehead. This Barbarian brother's associative power is a bit too Powerful, isn't it?
I tried to Delay for a Single Point of Time. The Spirit consumed by Airdrop Encirclement is too great, and it's still on Cooldown. Moreover, it might not be effective against a strong Barbarian who also possesses the Jump Skill. This is where I have a bit of a Headache. The Druid Class is too balanced. Their self-preservation Effort is first-class, but they don't have many strong Attack Skills. At least, I haven't mastered any yet.
However, Took didn't Plan to let me Delay Time. He seemed very wary of my Airdrop Encirclement, so after a brief thought, he had already begun to use his Jump Skill, bouncing around the ground with light steps. His irregularly Leaping figure was just like his catchphrase, like a grasshopper.
The Barbarian's Jump Skill is indeed useful. Not only is it fast, but it also has no Cooldown. If they jump continuously, it's practically no different from a first-class light Effort Expert. In the later stages, after learning the Tier 4 Skill—Leap Attack, it's like adding wings to a tiger, practically a humanoid bomber.
Therefore, if Took used his Jump Skill to escape, I would have no Ability to stop him. What surprised me was that he kept bouncing around me but showed no intention of leaving. It seemed he hadn't lost his Battle Intent because of the Strength I displayed. As expected of the Barbarian Tribe, famous throughout Sanctuary for being warlike.
"Buzz—"
In the instant I was thinking, Took, who had been jumping non-stop, suddenly stopped. He quickly switched Weapons with both hands, then turned around, sharply arched his straight back, and made a throwing motion with both hands towards me.
From switching, turning, to forcefully throwing, the fluid series of Movements took less than half a second. I couldn't even see clearly what object he had thrown at me. I only heard a buzzing sound by my ears that seemed to tear the Air. The objects rushing straight towards me were intensely rubbing against the Air at a Speed indiscernible to the naked eye, even dragging two light red small tails behind them. Before my heavy Werebear Form Body could react, those two comet-like Weapons had already embedded themselves in my left arm and chest, one on the left and one on the right. Every nerve in my Body was instantly violently tearing, as if I had been fiercely gored by an Elephant's two tusks. The terrifying impact force lifted my several-ton heavy Body, sending me flying nearly ten meters off the ground. The indescribable stinging pain made my entire Body tremble uncontrollably, almost falling over.
Barely standing firm, I endured the pain and lowered my Head to look. A glowing red and smoking Normal Military Knife and Short Sword were inserted into my chest and arm positions with shocking Depth. This is truly extravagant. I gritted my teeth and pulled them out of my Body, quickly drinking several Healing Potions. I couldn't help but laugh resentfully. The Barbarian's Tier 3 Skill—Double Throw? I'd like to see how many such Weapons you can throw. Casually throwing these two Weapons into my Inventory, I glanced at the Barbarian with disdain.
The strongest Attack Power I could master at this stage, Double Throw, didn't seem to cause the opponent too much Damage. Took was clearly greatly surprised, but deep down, his Fear of the opponent was greatly reduced. So this damned Demon can also get injured and bleed. In that case, maybe I can win.
It seems he no longer regards me as a normal Creature.
After calming down slightly, Took drank several Mana Potions and continuously used Leap to prevent being caught by the opponent's strange encirclement attack Skill. The situation became a stalemate again.