Chapter 2262 - 837: The Elder Sanda King’s Battle

’Perfect Bald’ exhaled deeply... Luckily, although he always bickered with Old Dog, he never really opposed him.

Sometimes, one wrong step leads to another.

If he hadn’t behaved so obediently, Snow Old Dog would never have reminded him about the Emerald Tome.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, who would have known that he had already figured out something?

After all, it’s your own battle, and your choices too.

Even though ’Snow Cloud Peak’ has a good character, it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t watch you jump into a pit... If you don’t listen to him, would he care if ahead of you is the Rose Family?

Of course, in the past, some wished for his Holy Light to shine... and eventually, that produced a Snow Old Dog!

’Perfect Bald’ lightly bit his back molar as he looked at the tablet in his hand: Now, it all depends on whether the ’Old Age Striking King’ can notice the hints he provided.

After all, the elder is in the middle of a battle, and he can’t send any messages that require pulling out a tablet to see... audio broadcasts are even more impossible.

Although William had provided them with a lot of conveniences, it wasn’t to the point where sound could be transmitted exclusively to oneself during playback.

Hence, he could only use the vibrations of the tablet to convey messages.

Fortunately, during previous operations, due to the importance of the ’Old Age Striking King’, they had set up many frequency hints.

They even assigned specific vibration frequencies for certain special words.

However, unfortunately... no matter how special the frequency, it requires the recipient to be calm enough to perceive it.

When adrenaline is high, who can distinguish between a 1-second vibration and a 1.5-second vibration?

Not to mention this time, the message being delivered had even more complex vibration frequencies and switched particularly fast.

Although ’Perfect Bald’ set intervals, he continuously released the signal ten times, hoping the ’Old Age Striking King’ had enough time to decipher these signals.

But... if after ten times the ’Old Age Striking King’ still doesn’t understand, then it will be up to fate.

Still, she should at least know there’s something she has to think about carefully, right?

Under normal circumstances, when the ’Old Age Striking King’ is unlikely to be counter-killed by a BOSS, she shouldn’t waste the opportunity to use the Emerald Tome.

So this urgent reminder is definitely unusual!

Even if, for a moment, she overlooked the true meaning of the vibrations due to excitement, the ’Old Age Striking King’ should at least have some reaction...

’Perfect Bald’ contemplated left and right, still feeling a bit uneasy, stood up and paced around the arena.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked at his busy little short legs, revealing a meaningful smile.

Only the ’Magic Sword’, still engrossed in calculating the small monster’s combat strength, was oblivious to everything.

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The ’Old Age Striking King’ stepped onto the enemy’s head in front, performing a 180-degree flip in the air.

In the direction she landed, several magicians quickly retreated... After such a prolonged battle, the wise ones who hadn’t yet been killed by this Female Priest were well aware of her ruthlessness, and her bad habit of kicking nearby enemies away as shields.

Of course, ’Old Age Striking King’ didn’t think she was despicable... Enemies were just waste to be used up.

Of course, for those smart enough to not be easily exploited by her, the ’Old Age Striking King’ would still give them a slightly more comfortable outcome... After swiftly spinning a few turns on the ground, she sharply sensed an opening.

Then, with a low growl, the ’Old Age Striking King’ charged forward with a red light emitting from her fist... The Magicians ahead of her scattered at the sound.

Though those Seventh Circle Warlocks would reprimand coldly, without hesitation to retreat themselves, none of them were willing to press on.

Although everyone had been brainwashed to a certain extent, and were intimidated by the boss behind them, ultimately those who had survived thus far had retained a bit of their wits.

In their eyes, even the powerful Seventh Circle Warlocks emerged and failed to make immediate gains, suggesting even if the boss himself stepped in, he might not win.

In fact, he might not even show up.

In such a case, why would he have the right to scold them?

Anyone with a shred of intellect could identify a key point... the boss needs some evidence to justify his retreat as wise and well-founded.

Hence, he couldn’t let everyone perish, and it was even better if a few of the Seventh Circle were lost.

Though if they all died, the boss could say whatever he wanted as an excuse... But, for their master, all it meant was if his subordinates are all dead, why should he remain alive?

He was always too lazy to explore any hidden motives behind the sole survivor’s return.

The incompetent are meant to perish, his rule had always been so.

So now, as long as they preserved their lives under this woman, those dreadful fates might not fall upon them.

After all, enough people have died already.

There were so many that even for consumables, it was a bit excessive.

Of course, the more guilty these magicians were, the more gaps the ’Old Age Striking King’ could seize.

However, in the moments of pause that she needed, she also intended to create some good opportunities for herself.

Then she had to make this group of people wildly swinging their arms, brandishing knives and swords, calm down a little.

’Old Age Striking King’ this time had her eyes on, a somewhat troublesome Seventh Circle... so, she gave herself some blessings related to breaking through defenses.

The small figure shrouded in red light suddenly made a sharp turn halfway through her charge, then punched the neck of a Seventh Circle Warlock who thought they were safe.

’Old Age Striking King’ had already killed nearly a hundred Dark Arts practitioners, and she had somewhat understood that these guys mostly allocated their attribute points to endurance and stamina.

Heh~

Who could understand better than her how to deal with thick-skinned enemies?

The heart could be on the other side, the internal organs could have strong recovery power or even substitutes, but a broken neck would inevitably lose combat strength.

This wasn’t Undead, where the head could fall to the chest and still swing a club.

Moreover, these guys were only thick-skinned, their bones, especially the spine, weren’t really that sturdy.

It was obvious that they weren’t trained up due to their own ability.

Like those Grand Knights, even if their necks weren’t protected, it wasn’t so easy to break through them!

Of course, there hasn’t been a knight who wouldn’t protect their neck.

These warlocks with no protective spells on their clothes... well, not really none, it’s just that ’Old Age Striking King’s’ hands were covered with anti-magic red light.

All of this profession was originally devised to deal with Magic-based professions.

They wouldn’t think they could break through those Tortoise Shells with just their fists.

But as long as there’s the light that breaks the spells, the Mages absolutely couldn’t withstand a punch from them.

Of course, a true Archmage isn’t something that these ordinary anti-magic lights could really break through.

But now, these Warlocks whose robe defense enchantments are very simple, absolutely don’t have that capability.

So, ’Old Age Striking King’s’ establishment of authority was really successful.

Seeing that even a Seventh Circle Mage has simply been left with only a small part of their neck as the blood sprayed to the rooftop, the Warlocks were momentarily stunned.

’Old Age Striking King’ laughed coldly, jumped up, and sat directly on a green oil lamp holder, looking down at the bewildered enemies below.

She rubbed her hard-working little fists, smiling at the anxious big faces of those Warlocks.

The tablet in the inner pocket of her chest vibrated once again.

’Old Age Striking King’ slightly furrowed her brow, intertwined her fingers, and massaged the back of her hands.

She seemed a bit tired.

Of course, she wasn’t not tired either... From the previous night to the midday sun, her stamina bar had significantly dropped, okay!

Not to mention, after fighting so long, her mental exhaustion was also quite considerable!

Fortunately, although these Warlocks were quite high-level, the spells they knew were just a few... their control wasn’t anything impressive either.

At the beginning when both parties weren’t familiar, ’Old Age Striking King’ even used their poor accuracy to help take out a few enemies!

Although their spells didn’t do as much damage to their own people, they didn’t reach an invulnerability level either.

Especially those wave-like spells, they could be completely used to knock other enemies to the ground... Hm, the Undead Tribe’s fighting methods were much more complex than this, ’Old Age Striking King’ had long developed a very adept sneaking maneuver strategy.

Then those Warlocks could use those swords and knives infused with various spells to hit her.

The upside was no longer easily harming their own people.

The downside, well, it’s like this now... to maintain the magical augmentation on the swords and knives, their mana bars were almost depleted.

Not completely gone, but to attack ’Old Age Striking King’ sitting at a high place, that was only possible for a few of the Seventh Circle who had any strength left.

After all, they still had to first break the white transparent eggshell that had just emerged on her!

But these Seventh Circle also understood, they could make a move, but whoever made the biggest movement was the easiest to be attacked... That little girl was extremely fast, she would surely be able to take out two more enemies before she was injured.

Being able to become a Seventh Circle, even if they had been brainwashed, their intelligence would recover a lot, nobody wanted to be that attention-grabber.

So, the hall suddenly became very quiet.

’Old Age Striking King’ leisurely swung her feet.

She had already disengaged from combat.

A full 30 seconds!

This long period was enough for ’Old Age Striking King’ to fully restore her mana bar and stamina bar to peak condition.

The Female Priest slightly tilted her head, putting one hand into the leather jacket pocket... She seemed to have figured out the message ’Perfect Bald’ was conveying.

Although she didn’t know why, ’Old Age Striking King’ still decided to comply.