67: Act 26 Elite Withered Beast_2 67: Act 26 Elite Withered Beast_2 He shot forward with a single step, the Elf Sword in his hand already tracing a striking silver line.
In fact, he had done such sudden attacks in the ga not ten thousand tis but at least eight thousand, very familiar indeed.
It’s just that his body attributes and skills were far from keeping up, making him feel very awkward, especially the timing of the sword strike, which was off by miles.
He thought that an Iron Rank Swordsman could easily evade this strike, but unfortunately, the Withered Beast larvae didn’t have that capability.
The sword pierced its throat.
Scorching Silver Fla rose from both sides of the leaf-shaped sword blade, turning the Withered Beast into a pile of ashes in an instant.
Six golden light spheres danced in the night sky before rging into Brand’s chest.
To be honest, ‘Purification’ had a great killing effect on the Undead and Dark Creatures, beyond Brand’s imagination.
But he had never seen anything like it in the ga, so he had no basis for comparison—
“Brand, you’re so powerful!” Romantic exclaid in surprise.
Frey was even more speechless.
She originally believed Brand was a Militia from Brags.
But thinking back now, this young man must have deceived her; she wasn’t a fool, how could a Militia be so capable?
Actually, both she and Romantic hadn’t even entered the swordsmanship entry-level.
They didn’t understand that evaluating a Swordsman’s level required judging the balance of speed, strength, and technique.
Brand’s speed and strength were still far from good, but when it ca to technique—thanks to his past experience, he could barely perform techniques that many Subordinate Swordsn hadn’t even thought of.
But really, it ant nothing because many techniques were just a hollow shell without the corresponding strength level.
His leap just now took advantage of the lower dexterity of the Withered Beast; against others, he wouldn’t casually use this move.
No kidding, without having awakened the ‘Elent’, he’d be a sitting target in mid-air.
However, Brand had no ti to enjoy the amazent of the two beauties.
He had noticed more Withered Beasts climbing up and hurriedly gestured to Frey and Romantic to continue upwards while he instinctively glanced at the ashes of two Withered Beasts.
This was like a ga instinct—he wanted to see if any equipnt had dropped.
But unsurprisingly, none had.
Turns out so things differ from the ga, Withered Beasts usually drop 1-2 copper coins, right?
He couldn’t help but shake his head and started climbing the rock wall.
The dexterity of the Withered Beast larvae was 1.2 Energy Level; the adult ones, though much stronger in strength and constitution compared to monsters of the sa tier, had even lower dexterity, only two-thirds of the larvae’s.
Brand had a dexterity of 2.1 Energy Level, while Frey, as a properly trained Militia, wouldn’t be less than 1.2 either.
Among the three, only Romantic was slightly worse, but with Brand and Frey’s help, her speed didn’t lag much.
Thus, the three climbed sharply along the rocks, gradually distancing themselves from those shrub-like monsters which, with unmatched endurance, kept chasing them relentlessly for several minutes.
At this mont, the advantage of constitution beca apparent; apart from Brand, who looked composed, Frey was already panting lightly.
As for Romantic, her face was as pale as paper.
Brand offered to carry her, but she stubbornly refused.
Brand couldn’t help but look back; those monsters were trailing roughly tens of ters behind.
Fortunately, their intelligence didn’t support them cutting ahead to encircle, or they’d already be in trouble.
But even so, it’s no solution; being caught was just a matter of ti since the Withered Beast larvae had a constitution of 3 Energy Levels, higher than Brand.
He couldn’t help but glance up at the distant cliff—it wasn’t far.
At that critical mont, Romantic gasped out, “Brand, look over there—!”
Our protagonist instinctively turned around, squinting to see a gigantic Withered Beast, about as tall as three people, moving swiftly from a crack in the rocks, appearing ahead.
Damn it!
An elite individual, the patrol leader!
If this were in the ga, encountering such a thing would make Brand happily excited, but now he only felt like cursing.
This thing was the mutated version of a Withered Beast, sharing Golden Tree Blood, not only superior in constitution and strength but also having 1.7 Energy Levels of dexterity.
“Frey, Romantic, head to that cliff.
There’s a grappling hook in the backpack; find a way to climb up, and these lower-tier Demon Servants won’t catch up for now!” He promptly took off his backpack, tossing it to Romantic beside him.
Being the only man here, he naturally had to bear the responsibility of covering the retreat.
In the ga, although male and female players were equal, it was basic online etiquette for male characters to voluntarily take on the rear-guard task most of the ti.
Therefore, Brand almost made his decision without a second thought.
“I’ll stay with you,” Frey said.
Brand looked at her, seeing the determination on this future Valkyrie’s face and knowing he couldn’t persuade her otherwise, he simply nodded.
Actually, he did need an assistant; Frey could excellently fulfill this role, unlike Romantic, who often shirked Militia training, aspiring to be a rchant.
“Romantic, hurry up, we’re counting on you now.”
“Alright, Brand!” Miss rchant clearly understood.
She clung to Brand’s backpack tightly, nodding vigorously, then turned and ran in that direction.
Within a few leaps, the elite Withered Beast arrived before them, while the distant Withered Beast herd was about forty ters away.
Brand and Frey exchanged a glance, roughly estimating they’d have thirty seconds to finish this fight.
“Its claws are three ters long; be cautious of its strike range.
Let’s spread out.
Also, it will shoot thorns from its body; the thorns are poisoned, avoid the front—”
Frey, gripping her sword nervously, took a deep breath.
She didn’t understand why Brand knew this, but she trusted he wouldn’t deceive her.
She tried to maintain calm and nodded.
Brand flexed his hand, feeling stiff—the paralysis poison from earlier had already begun to take effect.
He opened the panel and saw his dexterity had dropped by 0.1 Energy Level.
Still, he couldn’t help but glance at the elite Withered Beast, sighing inwardly.
In the ga, elite Withered Beast patrol leaders would only drop money, more than ten silver coins.
Surely there must be so benefit here?
Thinking back, perhaps it’s not impossible.
(PS.
So few collections, please collect.
So few recomndations, please recomnd.
So few clicks, please click.
Various data are so few, begging and rolling for them!)
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