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Noble Scholar was in a dilemma.
Why had he allowed more than twenty brothers to stand guard outside? Wasn't it to prevent others from suddenly attacking and snatching away the hard-earned victory that they had yet to grasp?
But now?
Due to the might of Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge, or perhaps due to a miscalculation in their specific Tactics, all twenty brothers responsible for guarding had been recalled in order to push against the BOSS. The very scenario that Noble Scholar had feared had indeed come to pass.
“Damn it!”
Noble Scholar gritted his teeth and cursed. As he looked up, a high damage number stood out among the sea of damage figures, glaring like a sharp knife that had suddenly pierced his heart, causing excruciating pain.
“Whoosh…”
Another damage number popped up, and Noble Scholar clearly saw that it was an arrow shot from a distance. Scanning the area, he quickly locked onto a lush tree not far away. With a glint of cold light in his eyes, he grabbed his staff and rushed over.
“Hiding in the tree, huh? Let’s see where you can run!”
Thinking fiercely, Noble Scholar closed in on the tree at top Speed, raising his hand to cast an area-of-effect spell. In the world of Zero Era, where magic targeting was nonexistent, such untargeted strikes could easily force an opponent to reveal themselves.
“Boom boom…”
The scorching flames surged forth, quickly covering a large area. However, due to the support of the branches, the spell's effectiveness was naturally not as potent as it would be on solid ground, and it also created an expansion of space that prolonged the time before any damage took effect.
0.5 seconds, or maybe 1.0 seconds!
Such a brief moment; from forming an idea to issuing commands and taking action, individual reactions varied, leading to different outcomes. Yet at this moment, Noble Scholar found himself feeling quite Speechless and astonished.
As all the magical flames dissipated, there was not a single sign of movement. Could it be that he was too far away? Or perhaps the attack range was incorrect? Although he knew someone was up in the tree, he still had no idea about their exact hiding spot or distance.
“You two, go check it out!”
Noble Scholar beckoned two Assassin Players. The two assassins nodded and swiftly leaped up into the tree.
“President, there’s no one up here!” one assassin called out.
Noble Scholar was taken aback. How could there be no one? That arrow had clearly come from the tree. Was it possible that someone had set up a trap beforehand? While he could think this way, it was important to remember that this was a game where many actions were restricted by the System, and traps simply did not exist.
Since it wasn't, then what was it?
At that moment, the Noble Scholar glanced inadvertently and couldn't help but curse. Among the numerous damage numbers floating in the air, one stood out, matching the previous high damage number, glaringly obvious amidst the many lower figures.
To the right!
The Noble Scholar turned his head and immediately locked onto a nearby large tree. In an instant, another arrow shot out, whistling through the air with a slight whoosh, striking precisely at Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge, who was furiously roaring and retaliating in the arena.
"Damn it!"
The Noble Scholar was taken aback for a moment but quickly understood. In this vast forest surrounding him, although the density of trees wasn't very high, each tree was tall and had wide-spreading branches that nearly formed a continuous canopy in mid-air.
Clearly, this person had utilized the protruding branches to reposition themselves in mid-air; they were no longer on the original tree.
But...
Even though he understood the opponent's actions, how could he determine and capture this elusive foe among so many trees? Passively chasing would clearly not work because by doing so, he would have already lost the chance to counterattack. Would the enemy wait for him?
No.
Thus, after some contemplation, the Noble Scholar arrived at two possible strategies. One was to gather ranged classes to launch area attacks on the large vicinity where the target appeared, forcing them to reveal themselves; the other was to increase his own output and take down Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge before his opponent could act.
However...
Though both methods seemed to lead to the same outcome, they had entirely different processes. The specifics of these processes represented failure and success respectively in the Noble Scholar's mind—should he proceed with either? Could he even do so?
It was evident that if he chose the first method—gathering ranged classes to focus fire on the opponent—it would mean weakening their assault on Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge. Would those remaining be able to continue holding off Lord Yozar without being overwhelmed?
The second method—taking down the boss before his opponent—seemed reasonable at first glance, but executing it carried too many uncontrollable variables. While he wasn't afraid of failure, it was still concerning to leave success or failure up to chance; clearly unwise.
What should he do?
The Noble Scholar scratched his scalp in frustration. Even though he knew this hidden adversary's intentions and whereabouts, he couldn't take them down in a short time frame and couldn't even decide how to deal with them. This was undeniably distressing.
It felt like a thorn embedded in flesh; although clearly visible, extracting it was far from easy. But leaving it there wasn't an option either; he feared that if it went deeper by an inch or two, what had once been merely a threat could become utterly lethal.
"Damn it!"
Noble Scholar suddenly trembled, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes. Over here, five or six Mage Players had already broken away from the team surrounding Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge, and he called out to initiate the attack, launching a Fire Rain spell right away.
"Kill! Focus fire on the area!"
Upon hearing Noble Scholar's command, the approaching mages simultaneously waved their staffs, unleashing a series of magical skills that blanketed the area. Suddenly, a panicked voice echoed from the large tree, "What the hell! Do you have to be this fierce? Are you trying to kill someone?"
Noble Scholar nearly spat blood; why did that sound so bizarre?
"Kill! Take this brat down!"
The concentrated magical attacks resumed, but the group no longer heard any complaints. They only saw the branches shaking from time to time, swaying left and right as it began to retreat, clearly trying to escape. This gave Noble Scholar and his companions the perfect opportunity.
"What the hell? What’s with all this sneaking around? If you have guts, come out and face me!"
Seeing that their tactics were effective, Noble Scholar was determined to press on and eliminate the target. He led several Mage Players in pursuit while shouting, "You think you can just play dirty? If you're a man, come out and fight me fair and square!"
"Do you think I'm an idiot? But I can tell you for sure, this BOSS is mine!"
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