Combat Casting

Clang!

A whistling wind blew, accompanied by the clanging of weapons, followed by Goria's teasing yet playful voice. "Is this all you can do? So you're such a useless man! Where's your Spell? How could it be interrupted so easily? Weren't you so smug last night? Why aren't you showing off your machismo now?"

"Come on?"

"Attack me with Spell!"

"You're as weak and limp as a woman now! Where's all that vigor you had last night? Have your legs gone weak?"

Clang!

Goria, clad in a white, form-fitting dress, was as beautiful as a blooming snow lotus. However, her attacks were exceptionally fierce, as if imbued with Draconic Might, as she wielded her heavy staff, sweeping it repeatedly towards Soren's vital points. As a near- Legendary Northern Witch, she was not without melee combat abilities; on the contrary, high-level Wizard in this world had all received melee training. It could be said that even without using Spell, her close-combat skills were equivalent to those of Tier 2 or higher Warrior.

Come on!

Perhaps due to physical exhaustion, or perhaps because her words had aroused her, a slight blush appeared on Goria's alluring face as she spoke in a Taunt voice, "Is this all you're capable of? Or are you only good at playing the hero with women at night, and so easily distracted and interrupted in battle?"

Her full breasts bounced and swayed with the vigorous exercise, tracing very eye-catching arcs.

Clang!

Goria a beautiful and swift spinning sweep, forcing Soren back a step. At the same time, she leaped up and swung her staff down towards Soren's head.

"Drink!"

Soren took a deep breath, his expression indescribable, but he looked quite distressed.

From beginning to end, he only defended and didn't attack, so he was forced into a somewhat disheveled state by Goria's unrestrained attacks. Several times, he had a little time to cast spells, only to be immediately interrupted by her incredibly powerful attacks (not a typo). After Dodge, Parry, and parrying two rounds of attacks, Soren finally managed to counterattack with two Magic Missile, which couldn't even break through Goria's Protection from Energy Force Field. This outcome of the battle undoubtedly left Soren feeling somewhat frustrated and suppressed.

Clang!

As the new round of attacks ended, Goria retreated like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Her full chest rose and fell slightly as she took a breath and said, "That's enough for today."

Wizard, after all, cannot match the physical abilities of melee fighters.

Soren, somewhat annoyed, sheathed his Scimitar, then looked up at the woman before him, whose expression was inexplicably excited and whose beautiful face was like a peach blossom. He muttered, "I didn't expect your ability to Taunt to be so strong!"

This woman has the Taunt skill.

How come he never noticed before that she possessed such high Taunt skills? The things she said during their fight did indeed slightly affect Soren's performance.

weakness.

As a very strong man, even with a powerful will and self-control, Soren was still somewhat affected Taunt Taunt by women about his sex life, especially by his own woman.

Goria gave him a mischievous look, then gently brushed a stray strand of hair aside with her slender white fingers. She smiled sweetly and said, "Wizard must learn to ignore the Taunt of his enemies. This is the first lesson in mastering Combat Casting. Many enemies can read your emotions and then use words to provoke and anger you, thereby influencing your spellcasting."

"Perhaps you won't be affected in close combat. But from a spellcasting perspective, you're not focused enough! Mastering Combat Casting isn't just about dealing with enemy attacks; it's also about learning to ignore their verbal interference."

Focusing on skills is key to determining [Combat Casting].

One moment Goria was a fierce and valiant woman, the next she had transformed back into a gentle and charming lady, as if she were not the one who had uttered those provocative, even somewhat shameful, words to Soren. She slightly raised her eyebrows, loosened her hairband, and let her long, flowing hair fall freely. Her gaze flickered towards Soren, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you angry?"

"No," Soren replied in a muffled voice.

Then he walked straight over, picked up the noble Witch in front of him, carried her on his shoulder, and turned to walk into the room.

"You bad guy!"

Goria seemed to foresee what was about to happen, so her alluring face flushed red. Instead of struggling, she lightly punched Soren's shoulder and whispered, "You petty man! You yourself said you wouldn't get angry no matter what I say during training!"

Snap!

Soren raised his hand and slapped her round bottom, saying in a muffled voice, "I'm really not angry."

"I just felt I needed to prove myself again!"

Upon hearing Goria's body went weak, her face flushed even more, and she said in a slightly pleading tone, "I was wrong. You were as fierce as a tiger last night!..."

Soren kicked the door open and continued in a muffled voice, "It's too late."

His hand caressed her round buttocks, giving them a few light pinches, before he tossed Goria onto the bed. He then used a Prestidigitation to close the door, followed by reaching out and grasping the Witch's full breasts, kneading the slightly erect nipples. Without even unbuttoning her clothes, he opened his mouth and gently bit down on them.

"Hmm!..."

Goria trembled slightly, reached out and wrapped her arms around Soren's neck, her face as red as the sunset, and said in a soft voice, "How stingy! I clearly told you that I would find a way to provoke you during Combat Casting training!"

"Be gentle!"

"Ah!... Ugh!... I hate it!..."

Soren didn't undress Goria; instead, he lifted her long, cinched skirt, ran his fingers over her waist, and pulled them out—the area was soaking wet. A playful smile played on his lips as he slowly said, "Looks like you're not entirely telling the truth either!"

"Did you get excited by those words you said to provoke me?"

They entered without any mercy.

Soren lifted Goria's soft, delicate body and let her sit on his lap. He opened his mouth to kiss Goria's lips, his waist moving gently, like the intense, fiery, and soaring beat of a drum.

"Hmm!..."

A passionate kiss left Goria slightly intoxicated, her eyes closed. Her face flushed, she wrapped her arms around Soren's neck, her body swaying gently with each thrust. In this intoxicating pleasure, she suddenly felt Soren's lips brush against her earlobe, and then he whispered in a low, breathy voice, "Goria, I think I've fallen in love with you!"

A brief period of complete stiffness.

The next moment, Goria convulsed as if electrocuted, letting out an uncontrollable moan, and her body twitched slightly.

She suddenly pounced on Soren and pinned him to the bed, then kissed his lips with a frenzy, a kind of obsession.

A while later...

Goria gently raised her head, wiped her lips with her fair fingers, her face as radiant as a blooming peach blossom. She gently placed her palm on Soren's chest, her slender waist swaying with the movement, and softly said, "I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time!"

"I love you."

"I don't know when it started, but I think this must be love. You know what? When I first realized I was missing a man, I felt a little lost!..."

Intimate fusion.

The rousing drumbeats seemed to transform into a soothing, tender embrace. Goria leaned down and kissed Soren's lips again, then gently reached behind her back and unbuttoned her dress.

A few rays of sunlight filtered through the window.

All passion transformed into tenderness in their union, as if everything were so beautiful.

Mainland, Okdo Valley.

Squads of fully armed Warrior approached, clad in black Full Plate Armor, their faces cold and ruthless. They didn't appear to be ordinary Warrior, but rather fallen Blackguard. Behind these Blackguard was a group of Priest in robes, who wore no Deity Crest on their chests, but this indicated they belonged to some shady faction. Behind these people stood a Priest in black robes, his expression cold as he surveyed the valley, before ordering everyone to enter.

Hehehe!

A strange sound came from all directions within the valley.

You can see Vampire Bat hovering in the darkness, as well as some eerie figures flying around the valley. They have scarlet pupils and sharp fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths.

Welcome to my territory.

A Vampire God Child in a blood-red robe descended from the sky, smiling as he surveyed everyone before him. His gaze finally settled on the Black-robed Priest, and he said with a playful tone, "High Priest! I didn't expect you to come knocking so soon!"

The Black-robed Priest took a step forward, his voice tinged with anger, and said, "You shameless thief! How dare you steal the divine Divine Power of my My Lord! Today I will take you back!"

"Is that so?" A Taunt smile appeared on the handsome face of the Vampire God Child. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a large group of Vampire Servant immediately appeared around him.

The Black-robed Priest showed no fear. He glanced around disdainfully and said in a deep voice, "You think this bunch of trash can help you defeat me? You're incredibly naive!"

A brief silence.

Then another gaunt figure appeared, standing alone at the valley's exit, seemingly isolating the surrounding space and bringing an Evil shadow and melody to this place.

The Hell Poet toyed with his Magic Flute, glanced ahead, and smiled, "What if I were added to the mix?"

The black-robed priest's expression changed drastically in an instant!

...(To be continued~^~)