A small, block-headed white figure appearing in the Dark World felt somewhat out of place.
"Forget it, it's a Skeleton anyway, any kind of Skeleton will do."
Skeleton Warrior
Damage 2-4
Defense 50
Health 30/30
Hmm… a bit trashy, but its attributes have been enhanced. I just don't know if this is unique to his Skeleton or if all Necromancer's Skeletons have these attributes.
Still, something is better than nothing.
Leading this little white figure, Yang Tao continued his journey. The little white figure ran much faster than him, often running ahead and then waiting for him to catch up.
He took out three wandering Fallen.
"Raise Skeleton!"
A Skeleton Warrior nearly two meters tall climbed out of the Fallen's corpse, which was only one and a half meters long.
Seeing this, Yang Tao could only laugh and say, "That must have been difficult for you…"
He picked up the damaged hat that had dropped on the ground and put it on. The hat looked very much like the green hats worn by Japanese soldiers that could cover their ears, except this one was brown.
"I finally got a piece of equipment, and it's damaged. The defense is at least two points less than normal…"
Even mosquito meat is still meat, so he immediately put it on.
After putting on the hat, that special power in his body strengthened again.
Two hours later, Yang Tao looked at the raised boulder in the distance, took out his map, and glanced at it: "It looks like this is the Den of Evil…"
Walking over, the boulder wasn't particularly large, but it was covered with some eerie red symbols. He didn't know if they were drawn with blood.
The entrance to the Den of Evil was wide, wide enough for three people to walk in side-by-side. The cave was pitch black, and the sounds of monsters occasionally echoed from within.
"This looks like a great place to farm experience!"
This cave seemed eerie, but that was just a facade. The monsters inside were sure to provide him with a large amount of equipment, experience, and items.
Leading his three subordinates, he walked down the stone steps. A faint glow emanated from his body, preventing him from becoming blind in the dark cave.
"Professionals have this ability? It's just that the light is too dim; I can't see anything a little further away."
Normally, Transferred individuals carry torches in their backpack and take them out when venturing into such caves.
Just then, two little white figures suddenly moved, raising the wooden swords in their hands and diving into the darkness. Seeing this, Yang Tao immediately followed, gripping his baseball bat-like staff.
Rakanishu!
A cacophony of sounds erupted from the darkness. Without even looking, he knew there was a group of Fallen around the corner of the cave.
Yang Tao confidently charged forward.
The next moment, two fireballs shot towards him. More than ten Fallen holding torches, along with two Fallen Shamans, were waiting for him around the corner to walk into their trap.
"What the hell?!"
Yang Tao quickly leaped to the side, dodging the Fallen Shaman's fireballs. Just as he was wondering whether to lure a few back and kill them one by one, his two subordinates plunged into the group of Fallen.
'Is this really the time to be so brave?'
Yang Tao's gaze fell on the two Fallen Shamans behind the Fallen. These creatures, also with red skin, held a staff taller than their bodies in one hand and a bone dagger in the other.
Their hunched backs made them look like old men on the verge of death, and they were currently taking small, shuffling steps to adjust their positions.
They were the shamans of the Fallen tribe, and also the leaders of the ordinary Fallen.
It was said that Fallen were timid and fearful, but under the leadership of the Fallen Shamans, they became the bravest warriors. This was because Fallen Shamans had the ability to resurrect ordinary Fallen, an ability that directly made ordinary Fallen fearless of death.
'I must deal with these two Fallen Shamans first, otherwise, their descendants will be endless…'
He had already used a cheat, so retreating at every turn was simply inexcusable.
He immediately grabbed his staff and charged towards the Fallen Shamans.
"Rakanishu!"
The two Fallen Shamans sensed the danger and immediately cried out. Three of the Fallen who were attacking the Skeleton Warrior immediately ran over and charged at him.
At the same time, the Fallen Shamans also launched two fireballs.
Yang Tao showed no fear, easily dodging the fireballs. He swung his staff at a Fallen, and the immense force sent it flying.
-8
-4
The former was physical damage, the latter was fire attachment. However, both Fallen and Fallen Shamans possessed fire resistance, though not much, but they did have it.
Yang Tao charged through the pincer attack of the two Fallen, arriving in front of a Fallen Shaman. A ferocious smile appeared on Yang Tao's face, his white teeth gleaming in the torchlight.
"Fly for me!"
He swung his staff fiercely at the Fallen Shaman, and its body flew backward, crashing into the cave wall.
Yang Tao pressed his advantage. Before the three Fallen could catch up, he cornered the Shaman against the wall and gave it a good beating with his staff. Many gold coins flew into his backpack.
Boom…
One Shaman was dealt with, but a fireball simultaneously struck him.
-4
Not bad. Yang Tao turned to look at the sole remaining Fallen Shaman. His fierce gaze made the little old man immediately lean on his staff and run backward.
However, the speed of its small, shuffling steps was truly touching; it could practically race a patient recovering from surgery.
Yang Tao knocked back a Fallen with one swing of his staff, then followed up with another swing, finishing off the Fallen.
Before the Fallen Shaman could raise its staff, he raised his own first: "Raise Skeleton!"
If a corpse had been subjected to Raise Skeleton or Blood Golem by a Necromancer, or Find Item/Equipment by a Barbarian, the Fallen Shaman would not be able to resurrect it.
One of the Skeleton Warriors under attack had just died, so now was a good time to replace it.
Yang Tao strode forward, charging at the last remaining Fallen Shaman. He raised his staff high and brought it down with full force on its head, aiming for maximum damage.
-7
-4
"Drop the equipment for me!!"
Three strikes shattered the Fallen Shaman's hope of survival, and a blue glowing ring flew out from its body.
Yang Tao was slightly stunned.
'Speaking things into existence?'
He turned, looking at the Fallen charging towards him, and the smile on his face became even more 'cordial'. He tightened his grip on the stick and swung it fiercely at the head of a Fallen:
"Give me Stone of Jordan!"
Stone of Jordan was an extremely good unique item.
Required Level: 29
+1 to All Skills
Increase Maximum Mana 25%
+1-12 Lightning Damage
+20 Mana
It only required level 29 to possess such powerful attributes.
Unfortunately, Yang Tao was purely wishful thinking. Even if the Fallen's true form from the Nether was dragged over, it would be impossible for this item to drop.
This low-health Fallen only left behind a few gold coins before collapsing to the ground, motionless. The other Fallen turned and ran. Without the Fallen Shamans, these creatures reverted to their timid, cowardly, trashy selves.
"Trying to run? I'll break your legs!"
He immediately took three steps in two, arrived beside the Fallen, kicked it to the ground, and swung the staff in his hand, striking it fiercely.