The sheer size difference made Raine very aware that even with his second-stage Gigantification, he was at a disadvantage.
And yet, these two powerful mutated Wild Boar People were practically handed to him for free, naturally making him unable to suppress a smile.
’Wait, are these two mutated Wild Boar People just called mutated Wild Boar People?’
At this mont, Raine suddenly thought, he had always referred to them as gigantic Wild Boar People but had never actually checked what their icon nas were.
Imdiately, Raine looked at the two new icons.
The words ’Particularly Strong Wild Boar High-tier Warrior Bloodline’ suddenly appeared in Raine’s eyes.
Raine’s eyes widened slightly, his heart full of joy!
’Oh my! This is aweso! Wild Boar People are impressive!’
’Particularly strong?!’
’I doubt any man can resist the temptation of these four words.’
But suddenly, Raine frowned slightly.
’This is a bit tricky.’
’Each bloodline can only be used once, no second fusion. And now I have three Wild Boar Shaman bloodlines along with two particularly strong Wild Boar High-tier Warrior bloodlines...’
’Now I have to choose four out of five, which ans eliminating one.’
Originally, Raine planned to use a three-plus-one strategy to fuse a Grand Shaman bloodline.
But the allure of the prefix ’particularly strong,’ what man could resist that?
If he only used one ’particularly strong’ and the mutation effect disappeared after fusion, wouldn’t he regret it to death?
But if he used two ’particularly strong’ ones... the proportion of Shaman bloodline would only have two left, would he still be able to fuse a Grand Shaman bloodline?
This gave Raine a delightful headache.
More bloodlines an more choices.
Vexing!
However, this problem didn’t trouble Raine for long.
Because a similar situation occurred before when fusing the Gray Dwarven Bloodline.
Raine rembered clearly that he used two Gray Dwarf Priest bloodlines plus two Gray Dwarf Commander bloodlines to fuse a Gray Dwarf Combat Priest bloodline.
From this perspective, putting two ’particularly strong’ ones shouldn’t be a problem.
Even if it doesn’t result in a Grand Shaman bloodline, it would still be a mutated variant within the Shaman bloodline, with combat strength that should be comparable.
Having thought this through, Raine nodded slightly, a smile reappearing on his face as he planned to proceed with the fusion imdiately.
Because, although once they found the breeding chamber, Benest could summon the Transcendent Strong Person Lunflier, Raine believed the most reliable strength was still his own.
If an unforeseen incident occurred, having a newly fused bloodline would provide more confidence in dealing with subsequent troubles.
Yet at this mont.
The entire squad, including him, suddenly heard a series of urgent, heavy, and slightly erratic footsteps coming from the large cavern hall behind them.
Everyone leaned against the rock wall of the passage and looked back.
In the next instant, their eyes widened in shock.
They saw the owner of the footsteps—Wild Boar Chief Lamusta, walking back slightly unsteadily.
But in stark contrast to his previously mighty and imposing presence, Lamusta now appeared extrely battered.
Perhaps ’battered’ was an understatent.
Raine thought the word ’miserable’ might be more appropriate for him.
The previously shiny bronze armor on Lamusta was now corroded with pits and holes, with several places pierced through, but these weren’t the main concern.
Because compared to that.
His festering skin, exposed raw red muscle fibers, and the fact that he was left with only one eye were all indications of severe injuries.
Behind Lamusta, three equally festering Wild Boar High-tier Warriors staggered weakly, appearing mortally wounded.
In less than a minute, Lamusta had led dozens of elite Wild Boar fighters back in such a miserable state?
"What’s going on?"
Large question marks appeared in everyone’s minds.
"Are the Drow really that strong?"
"These are injuries from the Death Cloud Spell." At this point, the most experienced in combat, Benest, narrowed his eyes slightly as he scrutinized Lamusta and said in a low voice.
"Death Cloud Spell? The Fifth Level Death Cloud Spell?" Elise gasped, covering her mouth.
Fifth Level Spell?
Hearing these words made Raine’s heart tremble slightly.
After all, the strongest Monster Skill he wielded, ’Frost Breath (Incomplete),’ was only a Fourth Level Spell, even with bloodline talent enhancent, its power capped at around Fourth Level .
"So, does that an the Drow’s team has soone capable of casting a Fifth Level Spell?"
"Yes, it seems so."
"Then where are they?"
Benest imdiately began looking around.
Indeed.
Sothing’s strange here.
After all, since the Wild Boar Chief was beaten to this state, logically, that Drow Mage should have pressed their advantage and finished off Lamusta.
"Unless, the Drow also suffered heavy losses, possibly even annihilated?" The three won exchanged glances, almost speaking in unison.
"This..." Benest pondered seriously and realized there wasn’t a more reasonable explanation.
Wait a minute!
They mutually wounded each other?
Lightning flashed across Raine’s mind.
Doesn’t that an he might reap the benefits?
Without ntioning anything else, the current state of the Wild Boar Chief Lamusta was definitely less than half of his normal state.
He would be fortunate if he still had thirty percent.
Under normal circumstances, Raine had never considered taking him down.
After all, with a Challenge Level of about eight or nine and a multitude of elite Wild Boar minions, the Wild Boar Chief was way out of his league.
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