Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
Witnessing those four successful goblins still persistently poking at his armor with wooden handles, Shavun became furious!
"Ah! Die!"
Shavun flicked his silver hair, and with a swift movement of his sword-spear, he pushed away the goblin in front of him. He then reversed the sword's position and directly slashed towards the audacious quartet.
Although he hadn't suffered any harm, the fact that he, a formidable warrior, was attacked in a vulnerable spot by four goblins with mediocre combat skills and intelligence was a profound insult.
With a sharp sound, the four goblins, unable to evade in time, were beheaded by Shavun. Their chubby heads flew high to the side. Shavun quickly turned around and thrust his sword-spear.
"Sneak attack?!"
The newcomer was Night Three More. Seeing the opponent's fierceness and the thick defensive armor rendering the swarm tactic ineffective, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Swiftly dodging Shavun's counter-strike, Night Three More pierced towards his chest with the long sword. Shavun, feeling a sudden jolt, retreated, and Night Three More leaped back, examining his sword.
A portion of the sword's tip had broken off due to the impact on Shavun's armor, causing Night Three More some distress. This finely crafted sword could fetch a good couple of hundred gold coins even if sold. The damage was certainly disheartening.
"However..."
Observing the opponent's luxurious equipment, Night Three More raised an eyebrow and challenged, "Come again!"
Taking the Windwalk stance, Night Three More, resembling a fluttering paper, charged towards Shavun. Shavun, in response, sneered, shook his spear towards his front, and Night Three More adjusted his strategy.
Instead of directly confronting, Night Three More skillfully maneuvered around the sword, then swiftly struck towards Shavun's fingers, aiming to disable his grip.
In a surprising move, Shavun confidently reached for the attacking blade. Night Three More, realizing the danger, quickly retracted the sword. Then, with a reversed grip and a slight tilt to the right, he directed the blade towards Shavun's eyes.
Hmph, not wearing a helmet, serves him right!
However, before he could revel in his thoughts, a malicious wind suddenly approached his back. Night Three More, relying on his instinct to sense the wind direction, rolled away, narrowly avoiding Shavun's retaliatory slash.
"This guy! Despite his bulky appearance and wielding such a heavy weapon, he can still move so agilely!"
With the sword tip barely missing his heel, Night Three More felt a chill down his spine. If he hadn't sensed the wind's direction, he might have been cleaved in two.
"Good intuition!"
Shavun also acknowledged, "This human shaman might be cunning, but his combat skills are commendable. Unfortunately, compared to him, I have a significant advantage."
"Take another stab!"
Shavun shouted, thrusting his spear towards Night Three More's lower back. Night Three More, changing his position, rolled to evade, thinking about the opponent's troublesome weapon.
This sword-spear was a bizarre combination of a heavy sword and an extended pole. It could slash horizontally, chop vertically, slice diagonally, and even thrust forward. It was long and heavy. Blocking head-on risked being split along with the sword, yet creating distance allowed Shavun to use it like a spear. To make matters worse, he wore a robust set of leather armor, making it quite challenging.
"However..."
Night Three More squinted, circling Shavun. Indeed, his elegant Windwalk made it difficult for Shavun to predict his movements. After a few rounds of testing, Night Three More discerned Shavun's weakness.
Turn!
Perhaps due to the encumbrance of his armor, Shavun's turning speed was noticeably slower. With wide frontal and side attacks, the rear became Night Three More's prime opportunity.
Recalling how Shavun did not block when the four goblins attacked his back, Night Three More solidified his decision.
Considering his confident equipment, Shavun probably won't bother blocking a frontal strike.
So, will Shavun disdain blocking, or is he unable to?
"One sword will reveal the truth!"
Swiftly changing direction, Night Three More circled behind Shavun. With focused concentration, he raised his sword, exhaled a breath, and declared, "Chasing Wind... Thirteen Strikes!"
Hum!
A cold radiance pierced towards Shavun's nape. Sensing danger when Night Three More circled behind him, Shavun's expression turned cold. He employed the Frost Flame Armor!
With a resounding crash, a torrent of blue flames erupted from the crevices in Shavun's armor, enveloping his entire body. Just moments ago, this icy flame knocked the knife out of the goblin's hand. Now, the flames reached even higher, more vigorous!
He's serious!
Certainly, Shavun was no pushover. Unconcerned, he ignored the flames and thrust his spear directly towards Night Three More's abdomen.
Night Three More's expression changed, and he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding Shavun's counter.
"How is this possible?"
Shavun, holding his neck, looked in astonishment at Night Three More slowly getting up.
This guy, with a subpar sword, managed to pierce through his Frost Flame Armor?
Had he not dodged forward at the last moment, his neck might now be a shallow pit instead of a minor wound!
"Phew!"
Feeling the dull pain in his chest, Night Three More shot a disdainful glance.
Is having good equipment something to boast about?
Can a pay-to-win warrior act recklessly?
I am a shaman!
Night Three More tossed the sword handle aside, extended a hand, and, with a graceful motion, sent ten vivid and deadly death lights swirling rapidly towards Shavun.
Shavun widened his eyes: "Another attempt at a sneak attack? Do you think I can't use magic?!"
With a single push, a green fireball, five times larger than Night Three More's death lights, headed straight towards him.
Puff, puff, puff—both were hit.
[You have performed minor healing on Shavun's injuries.]
[Shavun has performed moderate healing on your injuries.]
Shavun: ???
Night Three More: Meow, meow, meow?