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had levelled up by three, becoming level four, Skullius doing everything he could to ensure that he attained a level after every use of his mana. had levelled up by two, which was still good for Skullius. He had been interchanging the spamming of his skills with one full mana tank used for one skill at a time. With , he had been visualising what he had seen Vijak do when manipulating the fire. According to his own inference, Vijak had been manipulating a fire-related skill through Mana Manipulation…
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If it wasn’t for Skullius not having enough mana at the moment, he would have already committed to spamming the skill as he had nothing better to do. His teeth clacked as he finally saw the boons of having the Vehement Bone Nullmancer as a class. The ability to extract skills from objects that held mana! This detail went to convince Skullius that the description for the class was not a hoax. He could truly use Null Life Essence to enhance his connection to mana. It was pretty accurate. Red Rage merely…
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Several minutes before… It all started when Skullius received a reward in light of his previous ‘hard work’ from the guidance field. Skullius had scratched his head when he first saw it. It was great that he had finally attained a skill from repeating an action, but it was one he was not exactly proud of. This was more so true when he read its description. ~~~ When the odds are stacked against you, enemies of epic proportions coming for your life, summon a 25% increase in agility from the…
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Shirota was different from any other goblin within the Bloated River Clan under Ukur. He was diligent and ever since the clan moved away from the swamp, he had vowed to make the most out of it. He knew and understood about Ukur’s sacrifice, wanting to do his own part as he considered his clan leader to have done is duty sufficiently already. He was timid by nature, but was immensely devoted to the clan and his training. He loved the way of the sword. It was all he ever practised, this obsession having…
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Ukur sat on the ground as he tended to his apprentice, Shmeija, who had been healed sufficiently but not to the best degree. He couldn’t afford to give him a full treatment when he was in the middle of a war. He gazed at Vijak who wore a look of disdain and triumph, no manner of mercy traceable on his visage. The situation had devolved into this and he couldn’t do anything about it. The goblins that were dead on the ground, killed by arrows, swords, poison or all of the above made him grimace and…
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The orcs showed their disgust and disdain as they passed by. Generally, it wasn’t too common to find humans, especially on this side of the Tremur Forest. It was also a known fact that humans could be exceedingly dangerous, but finding the skeletal remains of a human meant one thing. That they were weak. At least in most cases. As the orcs moved on, Gu’Smashka saw the presence of light ahead, figures of goblins appearing as they neared with their urgent rush. Gu’Smashka raised his hand,…
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Skullius could only growl in rage as he witnessed his own Apostle leave him in the dust. Furthermore… “I get it!” Skullius yelled as he dismissed the notification that appeared before him. He turned to see his pursuers rapidly closing in on his location and could only hope that his selectively atrocious luck would have a few ounces of mercy and somehow deliver him from this situation. ‘There’s no way I’m fighting those socket holes and winning!’ Skullius thought. One of the perks of…
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Arrows flew and pierced through the necks and heads of the goblins. These were the arrows with that Red Rage had been told to retrieve from the archer that Skullius had killed in the hut earlier. The poison smeared on the arrow heads didn’t have any effect on the Black Scorn Clan goblins but the pointy ends did the trick. As death was running around with a scythe among the goblins, most noticed the assault and turned to see the silhouette of the short figure that immediately jumped down from its…
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Shirota’s figure burst forward, his saber’s blade looking like it was made of mist as it hissed, streaking across the air! The speed with which he moved was fast, Vijak failing to pick up Shirota’s image until it was right in front of him, the cold saber in his opponent’s hand slashing down at him! With an incredibly quick reflex and a terrified look on his face, Vijak brought both his hands in front of him and expelled all the mana he could gather in a short time, activating a skill right…
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The exchange between Shirota and Vijak was intense and Skullius who was witnessing it from the ‘safety’ of the mud hut could barely tear his socket flames off it. He brought up the status of Ukur and gasped. ~~~ ——- —– —– —– ~~~~ “Bro, look at those stats!” Skullius exclaimed as he saw the stats of the leader of the Bloated River clan. His Intelligence was even higher than his, which was what hurt Skullius the most! There was no mistaking it,…
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