Chapter 94: Surprise or Not?
Hall never expected the Lord's spellcasting coordination to be so swift.
Faster than most spellcasters he had ever seen!
“Is the Lord really just a low-level arist?”
“Or are arists really this powerful?”
“From all the wizards, warlocks, and clerics I’ve seen at his level, none of them even pare…”
“And, even though he’s using scrolls, the sheer number of spells the Lord casts is staggering…”
“…”
While Hall was lost in thought, the remaining seven ht trolls had already bypassed their burning panions and were charging straight for Matthew.
The trolls were furious, feeling humiliated by the destructive power Matthew unleashed so effortlessly.
The high-level troll had lears lesson this time, warily eyeing Matthew's possible tricks and not rushing in alone. Instead, it charged with the others in tow.
Not far off to the right, troll soldiers and warriors were locked in a fierce battle with the soldiers.
The soldiers on the left, having regrouped, were fending off the regur trolls with retive ease.
The trolls’ strength and ons weren’t enough to break through the shield-bearing soldiers, who firmly held their ground.
The formidable Besib, along with more than a dozen barbarian soldiers, was wreaking havo the battlefield.
Meanwhile, some opportunistic adventurers, notig the stalemate, joihe fray, attag the smaller group of trolls on the right.
The more astute adventurers, knowing the saying "If the falls, no egg remains unbroken," headed to the left, supp the soldiers with ratacks to ease the defensive pressure.
Alid her group of adventurers were closing in on Matthew’s position.
They knew full well that whoever trols the money is the most important!
Proteg Matthew meant turning captured trolls into solid gold s.
Not to mention, if they saved the Lord, their rewards would undoubtedly be greater than capturing a few trolls.
The trolls had surrounded Matthew, yet he remained focused oer battlefield.
The soldiers were fighting with remarkable determination and showed excellent teamwork. Though there were already over a dozen casualties, they still held the trolls at bay.
But the lohe fight dragged on, the more it would favor the trolls with their extraordinary regeion abilities.
“It’s time…!”
Ign the regur trolls, Matthew locked his gaze on the approag high-level troll, raising his staff and ting loudly.
Startled, the high-level troll instinctively dodged to the side.
But nothing happehere was no attack.
The troll looked up at Mattheas smiling calmly. His staff emitted no mana fluctuations at all!
Had it been tricked?
No more spell slots!
A spellcaster without spell slots was ner than a mb ready fhter!
“The sacrifiy god has arrived!”
The high-level troll felt certain, gripping its short sword, which trembled as if excited to drink the blood of a human spellcaster!
It lunged forward, its massive body croug low, demonstrating speed beyond an average troll as it darted toward Matthew like a coiled spring.
High-level skill—Assault!
This troll actually possessed a plete assassin’s skillset!
How strange!
Yet, instead of fear, Matthew felt a surge of absurdity and anger as he watched the troll’s charge:
“Multi-cssed as an assassin? Did it really think it had me ered?”
The troll was corre one aspect: Matthew was indeed out of mana, unable even to cast spells from scrolls.
But he had experience points!
A total of 15,000 experience points!
“Spend 2,000 experience points to level up Arist to Level 3!”
“Arist level increased, mana replenished, maximum mana increased to 270!”
As Matthew leveled up, he could feel mana flowing from the depths of the Weave, sing and rejuvenating his soul.
His uanding of the are deepened, and he became more attuo the structure of the Weave.
In simpler terms, Matthew’s abilities had taken a signifit leap forward.
“Knowledge +3, now 201 (Legendary), Meditation +4, now 164 (Transdent)!”
The mana replenishment was merely a side effect!
Resisting the urge to tinue leveling up, Matthew khe dangers of doing so.
Leveling up once or twi a month was rare but not unheard of.
But leveling up multiple times in one day—that would definitely raise suspis!
Raising his staff again, Matthew faced the high-level troll, which had closed the distao just four or five meters. This time, it showed no iion of dodging, thinking arrogantly:
“Fool me once, shame on me. But now…”
A multicolored beam of light shot from Matthew’s staff, hitting the high-level troll dead on.
“Ding, you have cast Sleep at Level 5 on an 11th-level troll assassin. Willpower che progress…”
“The target failed the willpower check. The spell succeeded!”
The high-level troll assassin, mid-assault, suddenly faltered, its eyes gzing over as it fot how to trol its body, stumbling forward.
It had inteo outpace the aging Arnold and reach Matthew to deliver a fatal strike.
But it never expected that, as a high-level css, it wouldn’t be able to resist Matthew’s 1st-level spell!
The sleeping troll assassin wouldn’t uand that Mattheecifically chosen Sleep because he k couldn’t resist it!
“If it were a high-level warrior, maybe it’d make sense. But you’re just an assassin—how could you be so cocky?”
“Sneaky and always looking for a o kill—that’s what a real assassin does.”
“This direct assassination approach? You clearly haven’t beeen enough!”
Matthew’s eyes gleamed as he quickly cast another spell on the slumbering high-level troll assassin.
The troll, still stumbling forward, was about to colpse from its inability to maintain bance.
O hit the ground, it would likely wake up from the shock!
But it wouldn’t live to see that moment!
Arnold, charging forward, even in his old age, g his former speed and explosive power.
But against a defenseless enemy, he could still keep up. Without hesitation, Arnold brought his greatsword down.
Crack!
The troll's hard spine blocked the sharp, heavy sword.
But Arnold’s strength broke through, cutting deep into the troll's body.
“Aargh…!”
The slightly frail figure of the troll crumpled to the ground. The immense pain jolted the high-level troll assassin awake, unleashing a blood-curdling scream.
However, with its neck half-severed and blood spraying everywhere, not even its extraordinary regeive abilities could save it without immediate treatment.
Trembling in fear, it clutched its gushing throat, attempting to rise, but a dark green streak of light struck its head.
Spt!
The highly destructive Melf’s Acid Arrow pierced straight through its skull!
“Ding, you have killed an 11th-level troll assassin. You gained 1,000 experience points and 1 skill point!”
“Surprising people—that’s ellcasters do best.”
Matthew lowered his staff slowly, meeting Arnold’s amazed gaze with a slight smile.
Suddenly, a bck spear flew through the air, pierg Matthew’s chest in an instant!
FAL
