Fortunately, Durin's physical quality was extraordinary now, with 101 points in one-handed weapon proficiency and 78 points in Running proficiency, benefiting from multiple passive specializations, and his stamina even reached Lv.5.
Only then could he dodge this oppressive Shurima Mercenary, evading the enchanted scimitar that glowed with a bluish light. Each chop from this heavy, curved blade gave Durin the illusion of dancing on the line between life and death.
Now, his entire body's blood vessels were accelerating and boiling, adrenaline was secreting in large amounts, but his mind was terrifyingly calm. Durin needed to cast the Mage Armor spell.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to confront this large mercenary head-on and could only dodge the indestructible enchanted scimitar. The flail in his hand was already precarious and could shatter at any moment.
Just as Durin recalled the Mage Armor spell rune model, in a flash, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of cold light.
Chapter Eighty-Eight: Fruitful Results
This strike came without warning, suddenly launching from an angle, heading straight for Durin's shoulder socket.
In a desperate situation, Durin raised his hand, using the side of his arm to forcefully push away the enchanted scimitar.
Pfft!
Durin's mage robe was cut open, leaving a long, crimson wound on his left arm. Blood flowed from the wound, but Durin had intentionally avoided critical areas like tendons when blocking, so his overall movement wasn't significantly affected.
However, intense pain stimulated Durin's nerves.
He was the kind of person who would fly into a rage as soon as he got hurt. He would no longer care about his injuries, only thinking, 'I'm going to kill you, you bastard!'
Durin turned his head and glared, like an enraged beast looking at the person who attacked him.
But his left fingertips were outlining and drawing the Mage Armor spell rune model, guiding the free-floating arcane energy to his side, accepting Durin's command.
These energies gradually gathered, like schools of fish, and the spell rune model was the bait and fishing net, subtly forming a standard magic circuit. With a sudden grasp of his left hand, all the magic power and energy instantly solidified.
In an instant, a translucent layer of arcane magic, like moonlight, covered Durin's mage robe, and his tied-up black hair trembled slightly with the blowing of the magical wind.
Mage Armor, successfully cast!
The large mercenary didn't care what spell Durin had cast, discarding his rawhide round shield and raising the enchanted scimitar with both hands, he chopped down violently towards Durin's neck.
Bang!
Mage Armor, as a buff spell, was equivalent to a mage wearing a very sturdy thick leather armor. As long as it wasn't a military-grade crossbow with armor-piercing bolts hitting a vital spot, it would be very difficult to be fatal.
Even the enchanted scimitar seemed to be blocked by an invisible armor, unable to chop down.
A rapidly spinning fireball condensed again in Durin's left palm. Although his magic power was Running low, he could clearly feel a sense of fatigue sweeping over his mind.
But he still gritted his teeth and unleashed a five-meter-long fiery tongue at close range, creating dazzling flames.
Only a loud bang was heard!
The violent explosion stirred up a massive airflow, sending the large mercenary flying backward, screaming heartbreakingly in the fierce flames.
The enchanted scimitar in his hand also flew straight out in the flames, clattering onto the dirt road.
Seizing this opportunity, Durin immediately picked up the enchanted scimitar, then directly stepped on the opponent's already charred chest, ignoring his pleading eyes, and decisively brought the blade down.
A flash of the blade, and the man's head along with his neck muscles were all severed.
A line of text appeared below Durin's vision:
One-Handed Weapon +2, Current Proficiency: 103/125
Running +2, Current Proficiency: 81/100
The remaining one was another Shurima Mercenary, who was thin-faced and looked extremely gloomy.
He had just managed to smash the last skeleton head into a pulp with his flanged mace when he saw his teammate's head being chopped off.
This remaining one was obviously much easier to deal with. Durin went up and swung the enchanted scimitar wide, directly making it impossible for the opponent to parry.
After a short while, the flanged mace was shattered by the enchanted scimitar.
Then, the man frantically tried to pull out a pistol from his waist, but Durin directly grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him towards a wall.
This arm strength had already surpassed the cognition of ordinary humans. To unleash this immense force, all the muscles on Durin's left side were screaming, desperately squeezing the limits of human potential.
The thin-faced mercenary struggled continuously, and before being thrown, he tried to break free from Durin's left hand. His face was filled with fear and helplessness.
Then Durin casually and roughly shoved the handle of the flanged mace directly into the opponent's mouth, and blood overflowed from his torn mouth corners.
"Mm… No… Ah…"
Fear showed in the mercenary's eyes. He endured the pain, shaking his head repeatedly in refusal.
But Durin's eyes were filled with indifference, a kind of apathy towards life, as he forcefully threw him out.
Bang!
The sole remaining Shurima Mercenary slammed hard against the wall of a street-side house.
The violent impact caused his spinal column to emit a crisp snapping sound, and at the same time, Durin picked him up again and smashed him towards a wooden door.
Bang!
Crash!
The glass on the door shattered with a sound, spraying backward like buckshot, then deforming the door until it detached from its frame, flying backward along with the thin-faced mercenary's body.
He had completely stopped breathing.
When all the fighting was over, what remained was to clean up the battlefield.
The loot recovered: 2 coins covered in black ash, a rawhide round shield, a crudely made pistol, an enchanted scimitar, and 4 silver lun coins.
He rubbed them between his fingertips, and after wiping away the black ash, two gleaming oval-shaped gold coins came into view.
This was the first time he had seen gold coins from other regions of Runeterra besides the Twin Cities, and he couldn't help but feel a little novelty.
This gold coin's major axis was about twice the diameter of Piltover's circulating gold cogwheel coins. One side was mottled and reflective, looking quite old, with carvings that had become blurred from years of handling, vaguely showing an axe and a shield.
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