The lower-level corpse witches are good at two spells, the Dark Curtain and Corruption. Both of these spells are black magic with an element of'evil'.
In the game, the black magic is brought to the earth by the Miner. The Miner are servants of the Dragon of Twilight. They lived on the frozen plateau north of Cruz during the chaotic age before the beginning of the First Age.
The shaman of the Miner was good at using spiritism and black magic. Later, these two spells and all the offensive spells other than elemental, natural, and holy factions were collectively referred to as black magic.
After the Holy War, Gilt, the King of Flames, drove these dark inhabitants to the cold east. It is said that no one has seen them since then.
But the Miner must exist. In the Black Code, the dark lords exiled to Madara learned the inheritance of black witchcraft from the hands of these demons.
However, the dark curtain is called black magic actually has some misnomers, because it is an auxiliary type of concealment spell, this spell can just hide the whereabouts of a small group of skeleton soldiers.
Of course, this is not completely invisible and disappearing. You can imagine a blinding technique that blends into a dark background. Yes, it does not cover up sounds, smells, or all other visual factors, and it must be limited to a certain distance.
But in the dark, this spell becomes the best cover for Madara's undead army, which is the main reason why Madara's army often chooses to act at night.
As for the corruption technique, Freya and others had already seen this terrible black magic in Jonson once before.
This is a vicious attack spell, and it is also the main attack method of the corpse witch. It relies on negative power to corrode the enemy. When the enemy's negative emotions become more serious and willpower becomes weaker, the spell damage suffered will increase accordingly.
Until death.
This spell works in the same way as most black magic, by amplifying the negative power to realize the destructive power.
Mastering the mysterious black magic, commanding the skeleton soldiers without thinking ability-they are stronger and more cunning by nature, it seems that the corpse witch is an invincible enemy.
But Sophie also knows a secret, the corpse witch itself does not have the ability to cast spells. Their true power comes from the bone rod in their hands, which is a powerful magic item unique to each corpse witch, once it is removed from the hand, it will change back to an ordinary stick.
Knowing this, then you can understand how the tactics around it should be deployed.
With the fall of another skeleton soldier, at Sophie's reminder, Freya and Essen, the strongest swordsmen among the militiamen, entangled the corpse witch who was preparing the spell one by one.
"The hand that attacked it, the black magic is not as mysterious as you think," Sophie pointed out the weakness of the undead monster at the back: "Do you see its gestures, stop it from completing the spell, take its bone staff... "
The corpse witch suddenly raised his head and looked at Sophie, a group of phosphorous green fire gleaming with spiteful light. Sophie suffocated, and her throat was dry. He knew that the other party was looking at him-but our protagonist calmed down immediately. It is impossible for this walking corpse to bypass the militia and attack him.
But being stared at by a lifeless, cold monster is not a comfortable thing at all, Sophie also had to stop and wait for Freya and Essen's attacks to have an effect.
The corpse witch smiled sullenly and shook the bone stick. The darkness around it swayed like ripples and drowned it. When Essen’s long sword pierced like a piece of snow, but only pierced a hole, the original location of the undead monster became empty.
"Huh?" The young man was taken aback for a while.
Sophie's expression remained unchanged. He was too familiar with the tricks of these guys: "Essen, on your left!"
Essen didn't react for a while.
But Freya, who had caught up from behind, had already slashed with a sword. The sword drew a straight silver line in the dim environment, and it seemed to reach the position pointed by Sophie, but before that, the corpse witch Has stumbled back.
Everyone saw the shadow that receded like flowing water.
"Human, who are you! You are not a militia!" A sharp voice erupted from the shadows, and the corpse witch looked a little frustrated.
Indeed, it is impossible for the militia to know so much, and some of what Sophie said were only circulated among wizards even in Madara.
But Sophie remained silent, and Freya's second sword followed. The green light flashed in the eyes of the corpse witch, and it bitterly raised its bone staff and pushed aside the girl's sword. The corpse witch had a power of 1.7 energy levels, and Freya must be no higher than Brando's power.
The ponytail girl's attack was easily led to one side. She rushed forward several steps before stopping. She immediately covered her left shoulder subconsciously and frowned slightly.
The previous arrow wound seems to have split again—
"Sister, let Mammy come, your injury..." Essen saw this scene, and couldn't help shouting while parrying the corpse witch's attack.
Mammy and Little Phoenix rushed up from behind.
"Little Phoenix, you give me back!" But Freya slammed the sword, stopped in front of the hairy kid, and sternly ordered.
"But I am also a militia!" the boy shouted unconvincedly.
"Stand back, do you hear it!"
Little Phoenix flushed with anger and his neck was thick, but even so he still didn't dare to disobey Freya's order. Among these young people, Freya has always been the leader. The girl is kind-hearted and has her own persistence. In fact, everyone is very convinced of such a captain.
And Sophie shook her head behind, that the battlefield was not a place to dispute. However, the persistence of the ponytail girl aroused his favor. In his world, such a girl is very rare.
"You four come together." He said from behind.
"Mr. Brando, you!" Freya took a breath and couldn't help but look back. The young man lying on the rock, Roman, was still on his side, looking at this innocently. Blinked at himself.
This damn girl, surrendered so quickly!
She couldn't help feeling suffocated.
"The corpse witch is a difficult enemy. The four of you can just cover each other." Sophie replied solemnly.
"But little Phoenix..."
"He is also a militia."
Freya bit her lip. She turned her head to see that Makmi and Essen had already lost ground under the attack of the corpse witch. If the undead monster were given a chance to cast spells, I am afraid this team would have to reduce its staff again.
That's not something she can afford.
Thinking of this, she only nodded: "Okay."
"Hurray! Brando, you are great!" Little Phoenix yelled, and the sword was taken out of the sheath immediately. But Freya grabbed his collar from behind and pulled it back and solemnly ordered: "You follow me and you are not allowed to go out of my cover, do you understand—"
"Oh..." a disappointed voice.
After Freya and Little Phoenix joined the battle, the situation immediately reversed. She and Essen were originally the best swordsmen in this period of Buche's militia, plus the surprise is that the little Phoenix is not inferior at all-with Sophie’s words are that this kid has a strong offensive intent, and his sword is decisive and precise-unlike Eruin’s military swordsmanship that pursues offensive and defensive integration, it is more like Cruz’s aggressive battlefield swordsmanship.
But no matter from which aspect, from the point of view of a senior fighter, this is already a very high evaluation.
Sophie thought maybe when the little Phoenix grew up to Brando's size, the swordsmanship might not be inferior at all, of course, the spirituality was slightly worse-because Brando was born for battle.
He sometimes wondered, if that young man did not die in history, but grew up in war, maybe his final achievements would not be dimmer than Freya
It's a pity that things are impermanent, and history has no ifs.
Of course, the most important point in this battle is the reminder of young people interspersed with it. Sophie seemed to have seen through the thoughts of the corpse witch, as long as the opponent had a subtle attempt, he could point it out.
What is it going to do
Why does it do this
Is it preparing a spell
When do you need to interfere with it
The more the corpse witches fought, the more frightened they became. They were not inspired by death, but they would still be at a loss. In the end it almost screamed: "Who are you, necromancer? Or black knight?"
In exchange for this sentence, Freya's merciless sword, and its claws holding the bone stick flew high, the monster screamed, and the green fire in the sunken eye sockets dimmed for a while.
"Damn humans..."
The battle finally ended with Markmi’s well-prepared sword. The corpse witch was already exhausted before that. After its hands and bone rod were smashed, it howled unwillingly, and watched the sharp blade cut into its own. skull.
Ka wiped it, and the soul fire burst out from its body. This was the monster's dying counterattack, but at Sophie's reminder, only Essen, who was dodge a little slower, suffered a slight burn on his right hand.
On the other side, the others also killed the remaining two bones at the expense of one person. When the forest returned to calm, only the wind was blowing over the top of the forest, making a rustle.
Everyone couldn't help stopping and glanced at each other.
Including Freya, everyone looked incredulous. They actually won, facing four skeleton soldiers and a terrible corpse witch.
The sword in Makmi's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and then a chain reaction of others. Everyone couldn't help holding each other, shouting and shouting, and some even cried to vent their feelings.
The rest of his life is really a trance.
Sophie calmed down. He raised his head and saw three golden lights flying from the darkness into his chest. And no one around seemed to notice this detail, even Roman standing beside him was no exception.
The businessman was relieved.
Hey, is this only he can see this? Sophie couldn't help being a little strange.
He glanced around, and subconsciously opened the character's attributes, just like when he was still in the'Amber Sword', Sophie was always the first to examine the gains and losses after the battle.
Lines of faint green numbers immediately appeared on the retina—
Strength 1.1, Dexterity 2.0, Constitution 1.0, Intelligence 1.1, Will 1.3, Wisdom 1.0.
Absolute power 3.5, element (uncivilized)—
Brando, human male, level 1 (strength system: physical, melee; talent: unyielding)
XP: 4 (civilian level 1: -, militia level 2, 6/10)
Life (weakness, dying): 10% (in a bandaged state, restore 1 point of life per day)
Employment (idle skill experience 1)—
Civilian [Basic knowledge (level 1), geographic knowledge (level 0), local knowledge (level 1)]
Militia [Military Swordsmanship (Level 1), Fighting Skills (Level 1), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]
It can be found that the attributes that have changed are strength and physical fitness, indicating that his physical fitness has been improved from the training (upgrading) of the militia occupation.
Then the absolute strength increased by 2.5 energy levels, mainly from the 1 point increase in dexterity in the ring behind the wind, and the second thing was the change in physical fitness.
In the end, in this battle, he only got four points of experience from four skeleton soldiers and a corpse witch. Only half of the experience he deserves, Sophie thought about it, and finally had to come to a conclusion-team punishment.
This is simply ridiculous, how can there be such a thing in the real world? However, as a game nerd, he doesn't have any professional knowledge to explain all this. After all, crossing itself is a more absurd thing than this.
Is not it
At first he wanted to figure out how the team penalty was calculated, but he soon discovered that it was futile, because it seemed to have nothing to do with that game.
"Master Martha, fortunately, my nerves are rough..." He couldn't help but held his forehead with a headache.
But then Sophie stared at his level of militia and hesitated. To be honest, he didn’t really want to continue to invest in this profession. The militia’s waste does not need to be described in words, so that it has been called NPC special occupation.
In the last life, he never thought that he would have a day of wasting experience in this profession.
And also chose the talent of unyielding!
With Masha on top, there are too many talents for fighters, and unyielding happens to be the worst one. This skill can allow him to survive a fatal physical blow, but he only has five minutes to explain the funeral, unless he gets sufficiently powerful treatment before that.
But so far, he hasn't seen anything that is more effective than bandages to restore life. You must know that these things are everywhere in the game.
But Sophie didn't regret it much, anyway, this skill saved his life, didn't it
But the current situation is the same. The reality is that he can't find a way to find a job in other occupations. And he is in urgent need of strength, so the only way left is to go to the dark in the profession of militia—
Sophie couldn't help feeling a little depressed for a while.
Is it necessary to change from a senior soldier to a senior militia? Hey, aren't the soldiers enough cannon fodder!