The two rushed out of the cave and saw three small, green monsters with spiky backs and ugly, frog-like heads desperately pulling their warhorses into the sea.
Without a word, Unas pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, quickly knelt down on one knee, and aimed. Two shots rang out in quick succession, and two Murloc fell to the ground. The remaining one threw off its reins and fled into the sea in a panic, disappearing from sight.
"We are all sharpshooters, every bullet kills an enemy..." Unas hummed a little tune as he easily gained experience.
His accuracy is thanks to the target practice he's done in his spare time these past few days. Perhaps he really has a talent for shooting, as he can hit the bullseye almost every time at short distances.
After quickly reloading, Unas ran to the beach and fired two more shots into the water. These were purely a show of force, Murloc who escaped into the sea would not be easy to find.
"Good shot. You might have been a hunter before." Gordon finished off the two Murloc corpses with a few more stabs to ensure their deaths.
"Maybe." Unas thought of his main hunter character. If only he had transmigrated when he was in his main form, his equipment and skills would have been enough to crush everyone else.
"Murloc are naturally bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong, and they are most adept at ganging up on the few. If one escapes, it might attract more. We can't stay in this cave any longer." Gordon kept stroking the necks of the two warhorses to soothe their frightened mounts.
"Where shall we go?"
"There's an abandoned tower further west. Let's tidy up and head there."
The two looted the Murloc's corpse and actually managed to get a few small pearls, but such luxuries were useless now, as there were no noblewomen in the Monastery.
Under Gordon's guidance, Unas strung the two Murloc's corpses onto their harpoons, then plunged the harpoons deep into the beach, where the Murloc's corpses fluttered in the sea breeze like two green flags.
This is cruel, but Gordon's admonition makes a lot of sense: since the Murloc bully the weak and fear the strong, then we must let them know—we are very tough!
Of course, what man would dare admit to being weak?
Two tiny fireballs, no bigger than fingernails, danced between Unas's hands, moving with effortless grace—the result of a day's training.
The abandoned tower that Gordon mentioned was not far from the sea. This stone tower had three floors, and the stairs on the first floor were damaged. The two climbed up the outer wall and stayed on the second floor, where they spent the rest of the day.
Unas has good talent. Gordon told him that he needs to be able to control five small flames at will to be considered qualified, but there isn't that much time now. He has to move on to the next stage of training tomorrow. After that, it's up to him to train to ten or eight on his own.
The fire energy stored in the Fire Ring is also limited. Using Gordon's Flame Slash as a benchmark, it can probably unleash seventeen Flame Slashes without considering losses.
The power of Flame Slash is similar to that of a fire mage's Great Fireball. In terms of destructive power alone, casting seventeen Great Fireballs instantly is already stronger than some intermediate mages. With the amplification of Firekiss, it may even surpass the combat power of some academic high-level mages.
There's a reason why the Flame Knight's reputation has been passed down from generation to generation. Unas felt the energy in the Ring and was very excited. He dared not slack off at all in this novel way that could improve his strength, and he practiced constantly during his night watch.
With a thought, another small fireball appeared out of thin air, and the flight paths of the other two fireballs immediately became chaotic. One of them crackled and shattered in mid-air, while the other two collided with his palms and the backs of his hands, leaving two charred marks on his skin.
After countless failures during the day, he had become numb to these minor injuries and pains. He didn't need Holy Light; the Holy Power within his body was enough to heal them. Otherwise, his hands would have turned into chicken claws long ago.
As expected, three attempts still didn't work, Unas was somewhat frustrated. Just then, a noise came from across the fire, and Gordon, who had been sleeping, sat up.
Looking out the window at the moon, which wasn't yet time for its rotation, Unas called out, "Sorry to wake you."
"It's okay, I wasn't asleep anyway."
Gordon stood up and stretched, just about to sit down again, when suddenly his expression changed, he frowned and sniffed sharply. "Something's wrong!"
Before he could finish speaking, Unas felt a sudden chill behind him as a short, black shadow appeared behind him, the weapon in the shadow's hand less than ten centimeters from his neck!
Gordon threw a punch in an instant. Unas was warned by Gordon before he saw the fist aimed at his face. He immediately turned his head to dodge. The next moment, he felt a cool sensation on his right ear, and then warm liquid splashed all over his cheek and neck.
The shadowy figure missed its target and immediately withdrew, disappearing swiftly into the distance. Gordon's punch also missed its mark. Before Unas could even feel the shock, he turned around and witnessed the assassin vanish.
He instinctively stood up and unleashed a "Consecration" attack. Golden flames spread rapidly across the ground, quickly covering the entire floor of the room.
"Waaah!" A strange scream came from the left corner of the wall. The Stealth assassin was burned by "Consecration" and forced to reveal himself. Gordon rushed forward with his sword, and Unas drew his shotgun and fired.
As the gunshot rang out, two small, dark spheres shot from the corner of the wall. Unas quickly switched to two large shields to block them.
The sound of the stone shattering and the muffled thud of the small sphere exploding rang out almost simultaneously. The expected explosive shock did not arrive; instead, a gush of white smoke erupted—the small sphere was a smoke bomb.
"Hold your breath!" Gordon stepped back, Unas handed him a shield. The two of them huddled back-to-back behind the two large shields.
Judging from the sound, Unas's two shots only hit the Stone Wall. The assassin still has the ability to move and may not be willing to give up. This cannot continue.
Time ticked by, and all was silent in the smoke. In his haste, Unas inhaled a little smoke. His endurance was nearing its limit; without fresh air, he felt he was about to suffocate.
"Go to the roof!" Gordon seemed to notice his strange behavior and whispered the order.
The two walked sideways like crabs, back to back. Just as they reached the edge of the stairs, several whooshing sounds came from above. They both raised their shields and crouched down. Several throwing knives sparked as they flew against the shields and landed on the floor with a clatter.
"Charge!" Gordon roared, and the two of them rushed up to the third floor. Smoke seeped up from there, and the air was murky, but at least they could breathe.
Unas gasped for breath, never realizing how precious air was. The breath he had been holding suddenly released, making his whole body go limp, and he felt like collapsing to the ground.
"Don't stop!" Gordon him up, and after climbing two more flights of stairs, a small, square wooden door appeared overhead.
Gordon shoved the wooden door open with his shoulder, and the moonlight from outside streamed in, finally reaching the rooftop. The two of them then dove up.
Unas collapsed onto the rooftop, his mouth agape as he gasped for fresh air, his chest heaving violently. The weather was lovely tonight, cloudless and bright with a clear moon and few stars.
Gordon pulled the wooden door shut and sat down cross-legged. He exhaled a long breath and then took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart as quickly as possible.
In less than a minute since the attack, both of them felt completely exhausted.