Chapter 44: On-Site Advancement

"Pan Ni, tell me the weaknesses of the Orc and the Mage."

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles; moreover, these are two Sixth-Rank opponents.

From the combat experience just now, he learned that a melee tank like Rod is very easily countered by a Mage with numerous means.

In the battle against Pan Ni, if his poison resistance hadn't been so high, he would likely already be inside a Ghoul's stomach.

As for the Half-Werewolf Cassidy, aside from being kited endlessly by Rod, she was simultaneously countered by 【Ice Prison】 and 【Rotting Flesh Bones】, unable to even use her self-healing ability.

"Orcs always have high resistance; I'm afraid my 【Rotting Flesh Bones】 won't have much effect on her."

"I will deal with the Orc; you and Tally go deal with the Mage."

Pin down the tank protecting the Mage, then let the Assassins cut down the Mage in the back row; that is the correct strategy!

"That Shadow Mage is a coward who fears death; he stands under the shadow at all times, ready to dive into the shadows at any moment. His body lacks vitality, but he is hard to deal with."

Pan Ni said with difficulty.

"Won't a flash of light like a Light spell force him to reveal himself?"

Rod recalled an island nation animation he had seen on Earth, where the second male lead, to deal with an opponent controlling shadows, frequently used flash grenades to pin him down.

"He is too skilled in Shadow Magic; a normal Light spell won't work. At least a 【Light Spell】 with a holy dispelling effect is needed, but I am a Ghoul... I simply cannot learn such a spell."

"You are useless," Tally scolded.

Pan Ni shrank her neck.

Living under another's roof, one must bow one's head; in the past, facing a Night Elf like Tally who was only Fifth-Rank, she would have directly fought head-on.

But now she is a senior, and it seems her relationship with her own master is quite ambiguous; if she offends her, she will surely be subjected to whispering in her master's ear.

Thinking of this,

the Ghoul felt like crying but had no tears.

Although this Night Elf's chest was a bit barren, her face was good-looking and her butt was perky; she would surely be singing and dancing with the master every night.

But what about her?

Pan Ni was a widow raising children in her past life; from her husband's death to her own accidental death and transformation into a Ghoul, she had never experienced that feeling again; saying she didn't miss it would be a lie.

But who would be willing to have a life interaction with a Ghoul?!

She looked at her own master.

Hmm.

Tall and upright, handsome in appearance.

Truly envious of this body full of vitality.

If only I could taste the master's flesh...

Just as she thought this, the runes on her chest began to burn.

Pan Ni instantly sobered up, fine sweat appearing on her head.

That was close; the Ghoul's habit almost acted up again.

Over there, Rod did not notice the Ghoul's thoughts.

To be honest, if it were just the Orc, he could simply copy the method used against the Half-Werewolf.

Add a Sixth-Rank Mage, and it becomes difficult... he would probably crash directly.

If there is such a huge risk,

it would be better not to save this Witch; just wait for the support from Mad Wind City.

"I can actually force him out of the shadows..."

Tally suddenly said.

"How so?"

"But the premise is, I must rise to Sixth-Rank."

Pan Ni secretly rolled her eyes; what's the use of saying this now? You might as well say rise to Seventh-Rank and kill them all.

But Rod understood Tally's meaning.

Succubi rely on vital energy to advance ranks; the last few times, she had tried this with Rod in bed.

Vaguely, he could feel that Tally was only one step away from Sixth-Rank.

"You mean now? There's no place here either."

"That's fine; no one is around."

Tally pointed to the corner by the mountain.

"Are you sure you can advance?" Rod hesitated a bit; out in the wild, he truly felt a psychological burden.

"One hundred percent sure, and the more you come out, the less time I need."

He turned to Pan Ni and asked:

"How much longer will it take them to transfer the Witch?"

"The Shadow Mage has her trapped in a cage; they need to exhaust her mana completely before they can transport her safely, so the time spent will definitely not be fast," the Ghoul replied, though he didn't understand why.

"Alright then, come on, Tally."

"Okay."

Tally was also a bit serious now, not as lively as usual.

The two walked one after the other toward the corner by the mountain.

Pan Ni wanted to follow.

But Rod stopped her with a shout.

"You don't need to; guard for us."

"Yes, Master."

Pan Ni watched their retreating backs.

Her heart couldn't help but feel sour.

In the end, she sighed; they simply didn't trust her after all.

However, a moment later.

When the panting and the sound of flesh colliding coming from the mountain corner reached her ears.

it left this ghoul dumbfounded.

What is that?

Is it really so decadent?

And when Tally, her face flushed, emerged and indeed emitted a sixth-tier aura.

it left her utterly stunned.

Could it be that doing "that" with the Master accumulates something that increases spiritual nature??

Rod decided to adopt the old tactic.

Tally transformed into the half-werewolf Cassidy and pulled him into the shadow.

Once pulled closer, they attempted to kill the Shadow Mage in one strike.

If that failed, they would execute the original plan: tank versus tank, assassin hunting the mage.

"Night Elves can also use shapeshifting?"

Pan Ni was puzzled but didn't dare to ask.

Twilight descended.

At the clearing battlefield.

In the distance, the sky over Shi Ying Town bloomed with fireworks.

The deeper into night, the more fervent the Moon-Burning Festival celebrations became.

The Shadow Mage hid beneath the dense giant locust tree.

Watching the fireworks in the sky, he felt only boredom and disgust.

Specializing in Shadow Magic had caused him to stay within shadows for years; isolation from the world did not make him crave the crowd, but rather plunged him deeper into solitude.

"Heh, the bustling crowds are like dust illuminated by sunlight, blindly flying and colliding, yet never perceiving where true power lies. What they pursue is merely momentary joy and superficial brilliance, while I have long transcended these shallow pursuits."

He secretly felt sorrowful, revealing a look of contemptuous disdain.

"Hahahaha—"

Beside the massive dark cage, the female orc Amy let out an untimely burst of raucous laughter.

She lay on a small mound of earth, holding a copy of the Snow Hill Evening News, reading the jokes section inside.

Her machete served as a pillow beneath her head.

"I like this joke, hahaha—"

"Hmph, you s-stupid orc."

The Shadow Mage cursed silently in his heart, not daring to speak it aloud.

The aura of the witch inside the dark cage had already gradually weakened; he estimated that in about an hour, the spell could be lifted to enable transport.

In fact, capturing her in this manner was a measure of last resort.

The witch's mental resistance was extraordinarily high; she could even be considered one of the highest-resistance races on the continent.

Hypnosis-type and mental-type spells basically would not take effect.

"Why hasn't the Young Lady half-werewolf returned yet?"

He really didn't want to deal with this damn green-skinned orc, covered in muscle lumps, possessing not a shred of feminine beauty.

Cassidy was different; she was that kind of woman who carried wildness.

Although she too had muscle lumps, she was still far superior to this damn female orc.

Just as he was thinking this.

Footsteps came from the distance.

The Shadow Mage looked up, and his eyes immediately brightened.

Ahead, the half-werewolf Cassidy and the ghoul Pan Ni walked slowly, one after the other, with their backs to the setting sun.

(End of this chapter)