"Human! I'll kill you!"
Cashmo had gone completely berserk. He charged recklessly toward Raylo.
Raylo just sneered as he watched Cashmo's flustered and exasperated state.
"Still coming?"
"Fire!"
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!
Another merciless volley of javelins flew through the air.
Cashmo shuddered at the sight of this oncoming rain of death. He frantically channeled his Magic Power, conjuring layer after layer of Magic Defense in front of him.
But how could defenses hastily erected possibly block a volley of over a hundred Poisoned Spears?
THUMP!
A dull thud echoed.
A javelin had sliced a deep gash into Cashmo's right leg.
Although it hadn't pierced all the way through, the deadly poison on its tip—the Sigh of the Giant Dragon—quickly seeped into his body through the wound.
Cashmo felt his right leg go numb, and in an instant, he lost all feeling in it.
He looked down to see his right leg turning a ghastly blackish-purple at a visible rate.
"Dammit! It's a potent poison!"
