Gaining Sargeras's Sight definitely comes at a price; the spell I just cast must have been tampered with.
Unas clutched his chest, the pain intensifying. His Holy Power was depleted, leaving him no room to retaliate. "You damned demon! What do you want?"
"Wait a minute, the real show is just beginning, hehehe!"
An unnamed fear suddenly descended upon Unas. What did Bessarius's unbridled attitude signify? Had it grown tired of being trapped inside him and wanted to perish together with him?
So why did it help itself just now?
Unas sensed something unusual about the contradictory behavior.
The heart is the engine of the human body. The intense pain disrupted all the muscles and nerves in his body. Unas lost the ability to continue thinking, and his limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.
"What good will my death do you!" Unas lay sprawled on the ground, his chest aching so badly his legs were weak and he couldn't even stand. "Don't forget, we are one and share a common destiny!"
This was a line Bessarius often used to brainwash him, which Unas had always scoffed at, but now he could only hope it was true.
"You won't die, how could I bear to let you die?" the demon said mockingly. "As long as I see more killing and bloodshed, your pain will naturally stop."
The pursuers were rapidly closing in from behind; twelve red dots appeared on the thumbnail. Under these circumstances, the demon's words were meaningless; it was a fight to the death, Unas had no choice but to kill the enemy.
"Perform a good show for me!" Bessarius laughed arrogantly, pleased with himself for manipulating the Paladin.
As the laughter subsided, Unas felt the pain in his heart gradually disappear. He quickly hid Luisa in the canopy of a large, lush tree, then moved behind another large tree, anxiously awaiting the enemy's arrival.
Having "Sense Undead" and "Sargeras's Sight" is like having dual radars, allowing Unas to clearly see the enemy's movements in his mind.
The pursuers first noticed that their prey had stopped running, so they slowed down as well—not knowing why, and fearing a trap, they dared not rush blindly. Soon, three men each went to the left and right to outflank the prey.
Unas rallied his spirits. As the heartache subsided and his strength returned, he could see the enemy's every move clearly. This advantage was actually quite significant.
He pulled a bundle of spare javelins from his bag, briefly estimated the attack range, and then unleashed a barrage of fire like a machine gun at all the blue figures that entered his attack range.
One after another, javelins flew through the air with a whoosh, Unas used all his strength to repeatedly raise and swing his hand without stopping for a moment.
Exclamations came almost simultaneously from the left, center, and right. The enemy never expected that the Paladin's vision in the woods would be better than theirs, and almost everyone in the front row was hit.
But they were Undead, so even being pierced through the chest by a javelin was only a minor injury. Only one unlucky fellow on the left had his eye socket pierced, and most of the soul fire in his head was scattered. He was not far from true death.
From Sargeras's Sight, the enemy lay on the ground, his ghostly blue figure transforming into a scattered, faint blue light, which was rapidly fading like a candle flame in the wind.
Unas suddenly realized that the intensity of the light also indicated the enemy's condition and combat strength. He glanced around and saw that none of the pursuers here were stronger than the previous Bat Knight, which greatly boosted his confidence.
Although this barrage of javelins only took down one enemy, it greatly affected the enemy's formation and their desire to attack. Unas drew his sword and one-handed shield and launched a sudden Charge to the left.
Dodging several hidden arrows and rushing around a bend created by several trees, Unas finally saw his opponent with his naked eye—two enemies, each grabbing a thigh, dragging their heavily wounded companion backward.
Their attire was very familiar: hoods, robes, and long and short bows tucked into their arms, almost identical to those of the Dark Rangers. The only difference was that they carried two short axes instead of rapiers at their waists.
But they all seem to be male, and they don't have the long ears typical of Elves. Does that mean they can be considered Dark Rangers?
Unas didn't have time to think any further; he only felt sorry for these two fools—trying to save their teammates during the most intense part of the battle? They should have thought about how to save themselves first!
With someone dragged along, the opponent's speed was greatly affected, Unas rushed behind them in a few strides, striking out with his shield in his left hand and his Firekiss in his right hand at the same time.
The two opponents had no choice but to abandon their comrades and leap away, one to the left and one to the right.
But it was too late. The Firekiss grazed a calf, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash, and the shield flew out of his hand, slamming heavily into the back of another enemy.
A loud crack!
Unas stomped on the head of the heavily wounded man on the ground, then instantly pounced on the man who had been knocked down by the shield, plunging his sword into the man's eye socket and mercilessly extinguishing the man's soul fire.
The other guy with the injured calf hadn't run more than a few steps when a ball of light carrying a scorching aura appeared behind him. He quickly dodged to the side, but his calf injury dragged him down with him. With a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere, and Cross Flame Slash blasted him to pieces.
Unas took a deep breath and eliminated three enemies on the left flank in less than ten seconds. While excited, he also had to rest for a moment.
Three small dots of light floated into his body. He checked and found that his experience, which had been stuck at 89%, hadn't moved an inch; it was still at 89%.
As your level increases, the experience requirements also increase. Killing three small fry only yields this little experience, so it seems unlikely that the idea of turning the tide by leveling up will be realized.
"Clap clap," the demon actually simulated applause. "Excellent! See? You didn't even need to run. Those chasing you were just a bunch of trash!"
Unas remained silent, the idea of countering the demon constantly swirling in his mind, but he hadn't yet come up with a feasible solution.
Having lost three comrades in such a short time, the enemy from the other two directions seemed to be stunned, and the three red dots that had been flanking from the right flank quickly retreated.
Even the most foolish enemy should realize that their position and tactics have been exposed, and that being scattered will only increase casualties.
The remaining nine Forsaken quickly gathered together, awaiting their commander's next order.
Nathanos the Blightcaller was enraged. He had almost lost half of his body, a serious injury even for the Undead, but he still insisted on staying with the pursuing group.
These subordinates were carefully selected and painstakingly trained elites, the foundation of his strength. However, he never expected to lose three of them on his first battle, and in just a few seconds. This was something he found hard to accept.
In the dark Forest, how did that troublesome Paladin manage to spot enemies faster and more accurately than the Dark Ranger?
Without understanding this, Nathanos dared not act rashly again.