Abe the Wizard

“Advance!”

While the five spirit wolves were keeping the three carver shamans busy, the spiritual guardian knights took out their Harry Bows to pin them down with arrows. On the other hand, the poisonous ivy would occasionally come out of the ground and attack the carvers with their venom. The crows also helped out–they couldn’t do much in a battle, but their ability to blind the enemies had been a great help in general.

Abel used the sword of Victory in his right hand and kept on shooting “charged bolts” with his left. He was getting good at multitasking. Now, he could combine attacks from different classes–both spell attacks and physical attacks.

In fact, he was the first person who ever mastered this fighting style. Whenever he lost mana from casting charged bolts at his enemies, he recharged that mana by finishing them off with the dark-golden threads on his sword of Victory, and he was doing this much more efficiently before. Now that his rank as a knight was upgraded, it only took him about a few hits to finish off an ordinary hell creature.

The fight ended very quickly. So quickly, in fact, that Flying Flame was disappointed. It only used one “dragon’s breath” the entire time. It barely did anything, but it was all that was needed.

Abel actually liked fighting like this. With Flying Flame, his aerial offense was much stronger than before. If he was fought in an open area, the dragon-beast could just wipe out a bunch of his enemies with one breath. It’s not like he wasn’t willing to do the work himself, but since the “soul potion” was what he was really after, he decided that he would save as much time as possible to collect as many bottles as possible.

He just left the loot collection to Black Wind. Black Wind was becoming very good at it. Just now, it had dug up three magic staffs from the enemies’ corpses. It was doing this with its nose, which was much faster than walking around to search with his eyes.

When Abel threw the three magic staffs in his Horadric Cube, he couldn’t help but feel quite disappointed. They were all “fireball” magic staffs, which couldn’t even be used for magic staff recipes from the Holy Continent.

Still, it wasn’t like he had absolutely no use of them. Ever since he got himself a dark-golden crystal core, he’d been very interested in every magic staff he could lay his hands on. With that in mind, he decided to throw them in his kong kong spiritual beast bag.

With his current skill level as a blacksmith, it’d be impossible for him to make anything that would require drilling two or more holes in a crystal core. The only way for him to get a rune weapon was by fighting hell creatures in the dark world. Obviously, this wasn’t the best method since he could usually only get “fireball” magic staffs, which were just simply nowhere being good enough for him.

Abel decided to look further. He began to look over the deeper parts of Black Marsh. From his memories of playing Diablo II, he remembered that there was a “Forgotten Tower” somewhere in Black Marsh. A countess used to live there. While many have forgotten about her, she turned into a very powerful pyromancer in the Underworld. If he could visit the location where she used to live, maybe he could find better loot.

Just when he was still cleaning up the battlefield, he realized that more souls were flying into his Horadric Cube. As he looked over in the distance, he saw that Flying Flame was fighting an army of night clans and corrupt archers. It was fighting all by itself. There must have been at least a thousand of these hell creatures that it was facing against.

Instead of joining in, Abel decided that he was going to see how strong Flying Flame truly was. If it did get injured, he could always heal it from a distance, so watching from a distance was no problem.

After the speed enhancement buff, Flying Flame was flying so fast that only a grey shadow was there, circling in the sky. It kept flying around and over the hell creature. When it felt like it, it would spit out white flames that would leave black, long trails on the ground.

The hell creatures weren’t afraid, though. Despite not being able to do anything to the giant beast-dragon that was annihilating them, they just kept screaming angrily at Flying Flame as they waved their weapons around.

The corrupt archers could try to fire at Flying Flame, but the defensive capability of a beast-dragon was simply not something that a few arrows could breakthrough. No, not even when some of the arrows had poison on their tip, and certainly not the arrows couldn’t penetrate Flying Flame’s super-thick scales.

After spitting out ten white flame balls, Flying Flame flew lower to “mow” the ground with its sharp claws. Every time it went down, it would fly so low that its belly was barely sweeping the ground. It would then fly up, move towards a spot with more troops, then repeat the same process all over again. The corrupt archers and night clans were like ants. They were squashed and ran over without being given any chance to respond.

Flying Flame had its own weaknesses, though. The major one was that it had a ten-time limit to use its “dragon breath.” After that limit was reached, it could only fight with physical attacks. Instead of spamming fire attacks like it just did, it had to learn to show restraint in the future.

Abel decided that he should join in. After calling all his summoned creatures to join, he charged at the enemies with his sword of Victory and charged bolts.

As soon as he made contact with the night clans and corrupt archers, he became certain that they were in a lower level than where he was currently at. Like, all it took was three or four “charged bolts” to kill one of them. Usually, it’d take a lot more hits to absorb their mana with his sword of Victory, but right now, it didn’t take much for him to recharge his mana to full.

The corrupt archers were still shooting at him, but his “frozen armor” and dark-golden combat qi armor were making it impossible for him to take any damage. To make things worse for his enemies, the five spiritual guardian knights would always guard around him to make it impossible to get closer. Forget about blocking the arrows with his armors, most of them were already deflected by the spiritual guardian knights as soon as they flew towards him.

The summoned creatures were losing health points, though. If they became too low, Abel would heal them with his druid spirit by sending the “full recovery potions to them. This way, not even one casualty occurred on his side.

When the battle was over, he didn’t even bother looking over any valuable loot. All the hell creatures he just fought used to be humans. Without the power of the Underworld corrupting their entire existence, they would just be a bunch of dead bodies with some broken weapons.

That being said, his main reward was the many bottles of “soul potion” that he got from clearing these hell creatures. He wanted it for himself, and for his summoned creatures. He hadn’t used a soul potion on Flying Flame yet, so he wanted to see how much progress he could make with it.

“Down, Flying Flame!” Abel waved at Flying Flame.

When Flying Flame heard its master’s call, its body suddenly froze in the middle of the air. Then, in a very anti-physic manner, dropped to the ground next to Abel. There was not a lot of wind when it came down, which didn’t make sense when its heavy body was descending this fast.

As Abel observed Flying Flame from top to bottom, he realized that it didn’t suffer any injury from the battle just then. Its scales were protecting it from all the attacks that the hell creature unleashed. Even their blood didn’t leave any stain on the surface of its skin.