On the tree trunk—
"What a pity!"
Standing up there, Nostradamus couldn't help but sigh as he watched Ethan's tactics, "The strategy is a good one. It's just a shame his strength is still lacking. Fireballs of this level, even if they hit the tyrant's body, are useless. They can't hurt the tyrant in the slightest, they'll only make it even more enraged."
"But you've got to admit, that move he just used, attacking from one direction while striking from another, that was beautifully done."
The genie, Sylas, couldn't help giving a thumbs-up.
Nostradamus, however, shook his head helplessly, "I just hope this kid understands after this battle that without strength to back it up, all strategies and tricks are meaningless."
"That's not necessarily true. I actually think quite highly of this kid. I feel like he's growing fast in this fight," Sylas said, "And he's full of schemes. Who knows, maybe he really can cripple this tyrant in the end."
"That's impossible!"
Nostradamus sneered, "Do you even know what level this tyrant is? Right now, he can't even scratch the tyrant's skin, and he thinks he can kill it? What a joke. If he can pull it off, I'll kneel to him no matter what."
"I've already recorded that with a mimic crystal, so don't even think about going back on your word."
Sylas immediately took out a red crystal from his pocket. The crystal was carved into the shape of a mouth and tongue. The moment it appeared, the mimic crystal echoed Nostradamus's exact voice:
["With him like this, he still wants to kill the tyrant? What a joke. If he can do it, I'll kneel to him no matter what."]
"So, what if you recorded it?", Nostradamus's expression changed, but it quickly eased again, "It doesn't matter. I said he can't do it, so he—"
BOOM!
However, before Nostradamus could finish speaking, everyone suddenly saw the tyrant clutch its chest and drop to one knee. From the wound on its chest, wisps of black smoke were even rising, as if it had taken a heavy blow!
"This…", Nostradamus's eyes widened, "What's going on now?"
"I don't know either," Sylas looked completely stunned, "Could it be those few fireballs he shot in earlier are finally working?"
"Impossible!", Nostradamus immediately denied it, "Those were only level one and level two fireballs. There's no way they could affect the tyrant. Unless…"
Thinking of a certain possibility, Nostradamus stared in shock at Ethan, who stood not far in front of the tyrant.
He saw Ethan open his palm. In his hand, a red-purple fireball rose and fell, giving off a faint glow.
'That is...'
'A level four fireball technique?'
Fireball compression technique. It directly compressed a fireball stronger than an enlarged fireball into a condensed fireball the size of a golf ball.
A fireball of this size is not only faster and more powerful, it also has an extremely impressive trait, instant explosion capability.
Because, the fireball's energy is compressed to the limit, so the moment it collides with another fireball, it releases a massive burst of energy.
What's more… this condensed fireball exploded inside the tyrant's body?
That was Ethan's real objective.
Hide a level four condensed fireball inside a level one fireball, send it into the tyrant's body, and in the end—
BOOM!
It detonated directly inside the tyrant.
Sure enough, the effect was excellent.
"ROAAAR!"
The tyrant dropped to one knee, letting out a furious roar.
And this time, both Nostradamus and Sylas, standing on the tree branch, had their expressions drastically change in alarm.
"This is bad! The tyrant has taken a heavy hit. It's about to summon its servants "
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Several rough, hoarse cries suddenly came from the night in the distance.
That was—
"Dark crows!"
Nostradamus's expression changed immediately upon hearing the sound.
These dark crows could practically be considered the companion creatures of the living dead. They're known as birds of misfortune. Individually, their attack power isn't strong, but what makes them terrifying is that once they appear, they always come in overwhelming swarms that blot out the sky, and they're extremely troublesome.
If even one of them is left alive, they will continuously seek out new companions and keep attacking and harassing the humans who previously attacked them.
Moreover, since these dark crows are scavengers, their beaks and claws carry plague toxins.
Once scratched, you'll be infected with plague and all kinds of other diseases.
Flap! Flap! Flap!
As soon as Nostradamus finished speaking, they saw countless black dots appear in the distant sky.
Ethan's eyesight wasn't as sharp as a archmage's. He couldn't see through the fog to discern the truth. He could only hear a flock of strange birds approaching, their cries getting closer and closer. That made him immediately understand.
'So the tyrant is calling in its servants.'
'Looks like…'
'That level four fireball pushed the tyrant into critical condition.'
'Strike while it's weak, take its life.'
BOOM!
Ethan didn't care about any servants. Taking down the boss came first.
He immediately repeated the same trick, throwing out a massive fireball to draw the tyrant's attention.
"ROAR!"
The tyrant let out an angry bellow at once.
It wasn't stupid enough to fall for the same trap twice.
So, this time, instead of swinging its axe to cut the giant fireball, it flipped the axe and used its broad side to block it head-on.
BOOM!
The massive fireball exploded against the tyrant's axe.
Although the giant fireball couldn't harm the tyrant through the axe, the tyrant had already been struck internally by a fireball earlier, and it had exploded inside its body.
So its condition was already unstable. After being shaken again by the blast of the giant fireball, its whole body swayed a few times.
But once the giant fireball fully exploded, the tyrant realized, there was no chain of smaller fireballs following behind it this time. There was nothing at all behind it. Even the despicable human who had just launched the fireball at it had... vanished without a trace.
'Where is he?'
'Where did that sneaky human go?'
With its target suddenly gone, the tyrant grew even more furious.
It threw its head back and roared again.
"AWOOOO!"
Following the tyrant's howl, from deep within the deadwood forest, something responded to its call.
"Awoo~"
"Woo~"
Judging by the sound, it seemed to be wolves.
Hidden beneath his invisibility cloak, Ethan's expression darkened, 'This tyrant is way too troublesome.'
'Being tough and durable is one thing, but it can also continuously summon all kinds of servants. First a flock of birds, now a pack of wolves. How the hell am I supposed to fight this?'
"Corpse wolves!"
Standing on the tree branch, Sylas stiffened when he heard the howls, "This tyrant can actually summon two types of servants? What kind of luck does your disciple have to provoke a tyrant of this level?"
"That's not right."
However, Nostradamus shook his head, refuting Sylas, "It's three types! Just now, within the wolf howls, I heard the voice of a third kind of creature."
"And this creature is probably even more troublesome than the dark crows and corpse wolves."
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