Chapter 258: An Alternative Way to Use the Elven Perfume

Chapter 258 An Alternative Way to Use the Elven Perfume

If the elven perfume Abel gave grand Duke Edwin had an effect like this, Abel believed that he would definitely be held up and questioned on his alchemy method. With a potion that possess such strong effects on the entire elf race, someone with the profile of the grand Duke would easily disregard his morals. Abel was only his daughter’s boyfriend. That was nothing compared to the entire elf race.

The sky was already dark when Abel put away the 20 bottles of dark gold elven perfumes in his portal bag. It also meant it was time for his meditation.

The ambergris wood bed had vanished inside his Akara tent, leaving behind only a meditation Jade the on the floor.

Abel placed a mana gathering circle at where the bed was, but unfortunately, the crystal core had already been depleted. This meant that he was forced to meditate with only the dense mana in the air. However, due to the lack of a fresh crystal core, his meditation speed was much slower, even meditating for one hour had not produced many results.

Abel had left early the next day. He was determined to undo the embarrassment those fallen had caused him. In his mind, being preyed upon by the weakest infernal creature was among the greatest embarrassments.

As they reached the hill, Abel conjured a set of armor made of ice on himself by casting “frozen armor.” Afterward, he infused it with his golden combat qi. With the sword of victory on Black wind, a shield on his left hand, and a golden elven perfume on his right, the preparation has been completed.

“Black wind lets go!” Abel shouted. Black wind dashed ahead, following his master’s command, moving so fast it all became a blur.

“Bishibosh!” There were more fallen shamans than yesterday, so he had to be more alert. A moment after they went down the hill, Black Wind was spotted.

Thousands of the fallen rushed towards Black Wind with weapons in hand. However, Black Wind did not engage them. Instead, it weaved and dodged, avoiding several fire bolts to get close to the horde of the fallen.

Through his intuition, Abel was able to sense around 10 spells were aiming directly at him; countless fire bolts might be coming his way anytime soon. But Able was not a slow-moving guy. He sensed with his intuition where most of the fallen shaman was and threw the golden elven perfume in his hand directly towards. As the perfume hit the ground, golden droplets flew in every direction, leaving behind a intoxicating soul mist.

Before he even had time to look at the result, Black Wind swiftly dodged another barrage of fire bolts. Abel immediately followed up with another elven perfume towards the direction of the fallen shaman, which he felt through his intuition. The golden liquid and the intoxicating mist were scattered towards all directions again.

As the firebolt barrage had died down, the floor was covered by the bodies of the fallen. The effects of the golden elven perfume were stronger than poison. Whilst poison causes harm over time; the elven perfume actually did the opposite. It raised the spirit of those affected. Living things aren’t affected by this, as they naturally take in this benefit.

After Abel let’s loose of several elven perfumes, there were no fallen or fallen shamans that remained. Any fallen who stepped into the area was immobilized immediately.

The fallen shaman should not be confused with wizards. They didn’t have the ‘power of will’ of a wizard. They could only channel the fire attribute through magic staffs, clan cloaks, and bone necklaces. Through that, they were able to cast firebolt and utilize dark energies to resurrect the fallen.

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Fallen shamans had higher power of the will than the fallen, so the elven potion was less potent towards them, though it was still able to bring them down.

Abel and Black Wind had since gained an accessory on their face. It was a mask, a special mask that Abel had painfully handcrafted himself yesterday, especially the one for Black Wind. The masks were wetted before wearing, in order to better perform its purpose. Although tedious, it seemed to perform well. At least they weren’t knocked out alongside the fallen.

With a flick of the wrist, 3 skeletons were summoned to finish off all the unconscious fallen and fallen shamans.

The sword-wielding skeletons chopped away at the fallen. Since they couldn’t breathe, they weren’t affected by the perfume in the air, and as long as the elven perfume did not touch their skull, they could continue their bidding.

Abel did not know how long the fallen would be affected by the perfume, so every second was very important. Abel wields the sword of victory in one hand and swapping out his shield for an ice magic swords, in an attempt to quicken the process. The pattern of ‘charged bolt’ appears on the ice sword on his left hand. Afterward, a sea of electric arcs was unleashed.

It was controlled by Abel’s weak little soul, who had ignited the ‘charging bolt’ spell through the skill tree, and the soul owner was in control of the sword of victory. Sweeping its sharp edge across the necks of the unconscious fallen, the sword of victory makes quick work of them. As long as they are decapitated, it was impossible for them to resurrect.

The years of knighthood had paid dividends, the sword of victory was like an extension of his hand; every movement was thoughtful and elegant, dancing along the necks of the fallen.

The charged bolt wasn’t any slower than the sword of victory at killing the fallen. The sword of victory could only kill one fallen or fallen shaman at a time. This would give him 4 points of mana. With the Bahamut vampires ring equipped, he could gain 6% of mana every time he took a strike. Therefore, every fallen or shaman wizard he killed would give him at least 5 points of mana, and the ‘charging bolt’ he unleashed in his left hand required exactly 5 points of mana.

Abel’s dream after becoming a wizard was to possess unlimited mana, and this might be as close as he gets. The charged bolt in his left has seemingly never stopped, with the fallen everywhere, every cast of charged bolt yields a soul of an infernal creature.

Within the horde of the fallen, anything that comes into proximity with Abel perishes. It seems that the role of the demon was now played by him. Every fallen that get closed to around 10 meters from Abel would drop dead automatically. Those clever fallen shamans had now called the retreat, not allowing any fallen to enter this area.

Bishibosh had also left its giant fire hole. Under his command, a sea of the fallen had to surround Abel tightly. With the numerous amounts of enemies staring him down viciously, it was hard to suppress the feeling of impending doom.

Although Abel was fully committed to killing the fallen, his attention was fixed on Bishibosh. He calculated the distance between them. He knew fully well that as long as he could kill their leader, the fallen will retreat with their tails between their legs again.

Using his power of will, the skeletons he had summoned before were being absorbed into a black portal.

Bishibosh commanded several fallen to get close to Abel, perhaps to test if getting close to him really results in the fallen fainting instantly.

130 meters – Abel was constantly recalculating the distance between him and Bishibosh, despite both his hands are constantly dealing with the fallen.

The opportunity arrived. Bishibosh had wandered within 100 meters of Abel. It thought it was safe; why wouldn’t it be? Only the fallen less than half the distance away was in danger.

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