Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

I sighed, how could a team like this pay attention to a low-level nobody like me? Moreover, from their coordination, it was clear they had the Corpse Fire under tight control, and there was no scenario of a fisherman profiting from the quarrel between a crane and a clam. I was extremely disappointed, after all, I had been alone in this ghostly place for over ten days, and finally encountering a few people, it seemed they were not someone I could talk to at my current level.

However, watching their battle was very enlightening, especially the female druid. Although her control over summoned creatures was still not very proficient, she was clearly much better than me, with precise attacks and positioning.

This was a battle with a clear outcome. After about ten minutes, the Corpse Fire's life had been worn down to almost nothing. The three of them worked together skillfully, and I had memorized their individual attack methods. I yawned out of boredom and prepared to leave. After all, these high-level characters would definitely not look favorably upon a small newbie like me. It wasn't that I could kill a bunch of people with one strike, but apart from Larr, I hadn't met a "high person" who treated me kindly. Well, except for the old mage in the bar and Akara. I always felt these two were not simple characters.

Just as I turned my head, I suddenly heard a voice of shock and anger, followed by a deep and steady voice that echoed particularly loudly in the cave, which was otherwise quiet except for the sounds of battle.

"Ha... ha..., Na, change positions, I... I can't hold on much longer."

What? What did you hear?

A porn scene? Bed play?

This is definitely not a bed play scene. I don't have the habit of peeping on others' intimate moments. If anyone is thinking perverted thoughts, they should go stand against the wall and slap their own little thing. My thoughts are pure; it's you who are too dirty.

I quickly turned back and saw, damn, what a disappointment. It wasn't as I had imagined. I thought they had already won and were celebrating in a unique way. (O_O)

It turned out that the paladin, who had two-thirds of his health left just a moment ago, now had less than one-fifth. This was an extremely dangerous level, especially when facing a boss. At any moment, an elite fighter against the forces of hell could be wiped out. Oh, please forgive me for using this term for a male, but because of the rarity of advanced characters, they are more precious than the most beautiful women, so they deserve this term.

Next to the paladin, the ghost wolf that had been harassing the Corpse Fire was now lying in a pool of blood.

What's going on? Did the Corpse Fire mutate? What a cliché plot, but if there really was such a setting, Akara should have told me! ! !

It turned out my worries were unfounded. The Corpse Fire was indeed enraged, but even if it was enraged a hundred times over, it wouldn't be enough to cause a mutation. In the dark world, power is accumulated bit by bit. If a simple rage could lead to an evolution, how would angels and demons survive?

However, while the Corpse Fire didn't become stronger due to its rage, the ghostly strike, which had a certain probability of occurring, appeared frequently. The ghost wolf and the paladin's sudden loss of half their health were due to this.

Fortunately, the paladin remained calm in the face of danger. Even if he could be killed at any moment, his judgment did not waver. I sighed in admiration, if it were me, I would have been scared stiff and then killed by the Corpse Fire. This is the gap between me and the elite. No matter how powerful the skills, if the mindset is not right, one will eventually fail. I felt a bit depressed, after all, I came from a sheltered Earth. Apart from being a pervert, I don't think I'm inferior to anyone, but in other aspects, I am far behind others.

At this moment, the paladin was retreating while drinking a red potion, and with the speed boost from the prayer aura, his health recovered at a decent rate. The female druid, called "Na," roared and charged forward, transforming into a werewolf to block the Corpse Fire's pursuit of the paladin. The assassin, at a critical moment, threw a fire blast. Although the damage was not high, the strong air current caused the Corpse Fire, which was tightly clinging to the paladin, to pause. In that pause, the female druid, now a werewolf, positioned herself between the paladin and the Corpse Fire, blocking the fatal blow.

Impressive, their calm and coordination were truly astonishing. Every move was perfectly timed, taking everything into account. Even when a companion (themselves) was in danger, they could calmly choose the best course of action. These were true experts, experienced and grown in life-and-death battles.

Today was truly an eye-opener for me. Not only did I see exquisite coordination, but I also witnessed a thrilling survival scenario. Any hesitation or mistake from any of the three would have meant certain death for the paladin, and without the paladin as a tank and attacker, the druid and assassin might not have survived.

Just as I was marveling at their technical prowess, the female druid was also frequently in danger. The Corpse Fire, as if it had taken some expired aphrodisiac, was foaming at the mouth and rolling its eyes, showing extreme ferocity. The ghostly strike appeared frequently, and the female druid summoned another ghost wolf to help her barely hold off the Corpse Fire's attacks.

Originally, if this were the case, even if the Corpse Fire was raging, with only a bit of health left, it wouldn't last long, and the three advanced characters would ultimately win.

However, just as the three thought they had the victory in hand, a group of Fallen and a mage appeared from deep in the cave. Normally, these Fallen would be easy prey, and any one of the three could wipe them out. But now, their appearance was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the three to hesitate and retreat.

The paladin, seeing the situation, knew that both his and the druid's health were critically low, and the assassin alone couldn't hold off all the Fallen. If the Fallen broke through and joined the enraged Corpse Fire, the paladin and druid would be in danger.

Although the probability was low, as the leader, the paladin weighed the risks and decided that it wasn't worth taking such a risk for the Corpse Fire.

"Na, Mardon, retreat."

So, after a brief pause, he decisively chose to retreat.

"Okay."

The female druid, clearly following the paladin's lead, obediently summoned a crow to distract the Corpse Fire, allowing her to break free from its frenzied attacks. Mardon, the assassin, reluctantly glanced at the Corpse Fire but didn't make any rash moves. Instead, he followed the paladin and druid, occasionally throwing a fire blast to slow the Corpse Fire. Soon, the three disappeared from the cave before the newly spawned Fallen could notice them.

Did I really activate the protagonist mode? This is too cliché. Watching the Corpse Fire with less than one-tenth of its health chase after them, my mind was a blur. According to the protagonist mode, I should hide, wait for the Corpse Fire to return, then jump out, deliver a righteous speech, and finish it off with a few strikes of a divine weapon.

Should I take the opportunity or not? Honestly, I have no grudge against those three. By principle, I shouldn't take advantage of the situation.

Cough, cough, okay, I admit it again, I don't care about principles. It's foolish not to take an advantage when it's there. I just worry about being discovered. As a newbie, if I accidentally leave any clues and get caught, my reputation will be ruined.

But the Corpse Fire was too tempting, and I couldn't help but have such thoughts. "Justice" and evil were fiercely battling in my mind. I shivered and took out a gold coin, gently tossing it.

If it lands heads up, I fight; if tails, I run.

The gold coin landed, rolled a few times, and wobbled but didn't fall, making my eyes almost pop out.

After a few more rolls, the coin slipped into a crack. I quickly got down and looked, damn, the coin was stuck vertically in the crack.

Oh, God, you can play with me, but you can't treat me like this. That's a gold coin, and I can't get it out. I wanted to cry but couldn't, and I angrily gave the sky the middle finger, wishing I could slap myself. Was my brain kicked by a donkey, or something, to use a gold coin for this? Silver coins would have been just as good.

This harsh lesson taught us that a gold coin is more valuable than a silver coin, and good children shouldn't play with money. Cough, cough...

Forget it, I should run. I knew that even with only one-tenth of its health, the Corpse Fire was not something I could handle. If I had learned Firestorm, it would have been different. Ah, you can't have both the bear's paw and the fish. There are always trade-offs.

I stood up, dejected, and walked back, still not recovered from the shock of losing a gold coin. Suddenly, a strange noise came from behind me.

I turned around and saw that the group of Fallen that had just appeared had noticed me and were charging at me with their small knives, while the mage was also waving its ghostly staff.

Damn, if I can't handle the Corpse Fire, I certainly can't let these small fries come and die. I commanded my Venomous Vine, and in a few strikes, I sent the group of Fallen and the mage back to hell...

After dealing with these trash, I was about to leave when I heard a rustling sound. When I curiously looked up, I met its eyes...

Once, I had a precious chance to escape, but I didn't cherish it. When I lost it, I regretted it deeply. The most frustrating thing in life is this. If God gives me another chance, I would say three words to the Corpse Fire: "Come back later." If I must set a deadline, I hope it's after I learn Firestorm...

The Corpse Fire, which had just returned, clearly didn't expect anyone to be in its lair and was momentarily stunned.

At this moment, my mind was racing. What should I do? Running away isn't a problem. I have an 8th-level werewolf and an 8th-level Venomous Vine. With the Corpse Fire's speed, I can easily