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Just as Van Loon breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had successfully repelled the threat of the skeleton warrior, he witnessed a shocking scene. The scattered bones on the ground began to wriggle, as if driven by some mysterious force. The dispersed bones gradually reassembled, as if they had a will of their own, piecing together to form a complete skeleton warrior.
This scene filled Van Loon with unprecedented horror, and he realized that this battle was far more complex than he had imagined. He quickly reacted and once again used his powerful wind magic. A fierce storm formed as the wind gathered around his horns, and at his command, the strong wind swiftly swept towards the skeleton warrior, pushing it back forcefully.
Just at the moment when the skeleton warrior was scattered by the strong wind, the Van Loon caught an important detail with its eyes. Among the scattered bones, there was a small purple core, shimmering with a mysterious light, like a sparkling gem. The Van Loon immediately realized that the purple core must be the source of the skeleton warrior's vitality, the secret to their ability to constantly reassemble.
This discovery changed the Van Loon's battle strategy. He knew that to completely defeat these skeleton warrior, he had to destroy their core. A determined light flashed in the Van Loon's eyes as he prepared to use his magic and agile movements to find the opportunity to destroy the purple core, thus ending the threat of these undead skeleton warrior.
Facing the reassembled skeleton warrior, Van Loon decisively adopted a more aggressive tactic. He knew that simply relying on strong winds to push back these undead creatures would not be enough to thoroughly defeat them. Therefore, he decided to use another type of magic he had mastered - earth magic.
Van Loon focused his mind, feeling the power of the earth beneath his feet. As he chanted his spell, the ground began to tremble, and then a large number of earth spikes rapidly emerged from the ground, shooting towards the skeleton warrior like a rain of arrows. These spikes were extremely sharp and aimed to penetrate its bones at an incredibly fast speed.
However, the skeleton warrior seems unfazed by the attack, as its body remains unscathed even after being pierced by the spikes. The skeleton warrior lets out a sinister laugh, raises its greatsword, and strikes at the Van Loon, seemingly unaffected by the dragon's attack.
In this critical moment, just as the skeleton warrior's greatsword is about to strike the Van Loon, it suddenly becomes immobilized. At that instant, the Van Loon reveals a hint of disdainful smile. He lightly kicks the ground with his hooves, filled with confidence. It turns out that during the earlier spike attack, the Van Loon cleverly aimed a spike directly into the skeleton warrior's purple core, successfully destroying its life source.
Van Loon calmly thought to himself, "I have already pierced your core with a spike made of earth." This success further convinced Van Loon that as long as he found the enemy's weakness, even the strongest opponent would not be formidable. He once again gathered his magic, preparing to face the potential challenges ahead. In this chaotic battlefield, Van Loon had proven himself to be not only a wise goat, but also a brave and clever warrior.
Van Loon ran at the fastest speed, every breath filled with tension and worry. When he finally reached the edge of the battlefield, the scene before him brought a sharp pang of pain. The mother goats were fleeing in panic, their distress appearing particularly tragic in the morning mist. A group of skeleton warriors were relentlessly pursuing them, their movements stiff yet surprisingly swift, each step carrying the breath of death.
These ewes are facing extreme danger, their cries filled with helplessness and despair. The brave guard goat, despite their limited strength, are still resisting the attacks of the skeleton warriors. One of the guard goat, robust in size with an unwavering glint in its eyes, charges forward, its horns carrying all its strength as it fiercely thrusts at one of the skeleton warriors. The blow seems powerful, but it fails to inflict any substantial damage on the skeleton warrior's body.
The skeleton warriors seem indifferent to the guard goat's attack, even emitting mocking, eerie laughter. One of the skeleton warriors raises its tattered greatsword and impales the brave guard goat. As the sword pierces through the sheep's body, it produces a chilling sound. In the moment the guard goat falls, the ewes' panic reaches its peak, fleeing in desperation, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival.
At this moment, the mother sheep were surrounded by a group of skeleton warriors. The coordinated movements of these undead creatures seemed to be directed by some mysterious force. They advanced step by step, pushing the mother sheep into a corner. The cries of the mother sheep became even more desperate as they huddled together in fear, trying to find an escape route, but they were surrounded by the skeleton warriors.
Just as the mother sheep closed their eyes in despair, preparing for the worst, a deafening thunder suddenly resounded in the sky. A violent thunderstorm descended from the heavens, accompanied by a resounding roar, as if the roar of a god. This thunderstorm carried an incredibly powerful force and directly struck the group of skeleton warriors surrounding the mother sheep.
A thunderstorm erupted in the group of skeleton warriors, and the strong electric currents and the power of the storm instantly swept away these undead creatures. The bones of the skeleton warriors were unable to withstand the impact of the thunder, shattering one after another, ultimately turning into ashes along with the bones, disappearing into the air. This scene shocked everything around.
The mother sheep opened their eyes in astonishment, only to see the smoke left behind by the thunderstorm and a scene of chaos. And not far away, standing on a rock, was Van Loon. His figure appeared particularly heroic under the illumination of the lightning, and electricity still lingered around his horns, proving that the earth-shattering thunderstorm had just come from his hands.
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