Second-Tier Priest Abilities

"I'm trapped by my own doing? This is the first time anyone has ever described our race's innate talent, the Skin Changing Technique, like that."

"But you're not entirely arrogant. Kid, you are indeed quite capable, your acting is superb. However, you forgot one crucial point: the comparison between your strength and mine."

While dodging, Baron Moro had already discovered that Yveta's swordsmanship had significant issues.

At first, he was still trying to guess what kind of style Yveta's swordsmanship belonged to.

Because Yveta claimed to be from Arthas, he even made some comparisons between Yveta's swordsmanship and the famous sword techniques from Arthas in his memory.

He initially thought that Yveta's chaotic swordsmanship was some kind of special school, even suspecting it was a style used by assassins.

Although most assassins came from the Little Brotherhood of Faith, there were still some small, less well-known assassin groups.

Furthermore, across the sea to the south, in the desert, there was another renowned assassin organization—the Assassins' Secret Cult.

Because he couldn't figure it out for a while, this battle-hardened Children of the Forest became increasingly fearful as they fought, so they simply continued to evade.

But soon, he noticed Yveta's repetitive movements and realized the kid had no swordsmanship at all.

Since he didn't know any swordsmanship, it was naturally impossible to guess what style it belonged to.

He had been scared by the kid's quick thinking earlier and had overestimated him.

Feeling tricked again, the Children of the Forest, in their rage, thrust their knight sword directly towards Yveta's left eye. "Your swordsmanship is too poor; even the best plan needs the support of strength!"

Just then, Yveta grasped the bracelet on his left hand and spun it twice. The bracelet flashed with a black light.

He began to chant a spell.

Yes, I never intended to defeat you with my pathetic swordsmanship.

But sometimes, a person's weakness can become an advantage.

No one can be good at everything.

An excellent person usually gets used to leveraging their weaknesses, turning them into strengths.

Yveta had known for a long time how bad his swordsmanship was.

But it didn't matter.

What he wanted was for the opponent to realize he had no swordsmanship.

Then, they would let down their guard, as he never intended to win with swordsmanship. He still had one last magic to use.

Triple Ring's Damage Curse!

A black light, like a knife, appeared on Baron Moro's chest, cutting through his skin and clothes, exposing his true body.

The Baron looked down belatedly, "You're a wizard!"

"So young!"

The next moment, he was sent flying by the knife-like black light, crashing into a wall.

When he stood up again, the human skin he was wearing had rotted away.

Emerald green blood flowed from his body; the color of the blood was clearly not human.

A person whose skin looked like tree bark stood up. Draped over his shoulder was a human face, recognizable as Baron Moro's, but the head on his neck bore the face of a completely unfamiliar Treant Person.

All the human knights present cried out in alarm.

"An alien race! This isn't the Baron, where is our Baron!"

"The castle has been invaded! So this was Lord Branton's objective in assassinating the Baron! Sound the alarm, prepare for battle!"

Someone stood up too quickly, accidentally knocking over a table. A wine pot on the table fell and shattered on the ground.

The wine spilled onto the floor, and the once clear liquid quickly turned into a gray-black viscous fluid.

The knights exclaimed.

"There's something wrong with the wine they made us drink! Did anyone drink it?"

"I... I..."

"I didn't drink it just now..."

Everyone then realized that they had been tricked without them noticing.

Many people, at this moment, discovered a terrifying truth.

After drinking the first cup of tainted wine, they would involuntarily drink the second and third cups, as if addicted.

Unless they couldn't see the wine, they would involuntarily drink it.

And if they resisted this instinct, they would feel as if their whole body was being bitten by ants, extremely uncomfortable.

Because everyone had been drinking and reveling earlier, these people hadn't noticed.

Now that they had stopped drinking, they realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

The leader of the Children of the Forest clutched the wound on his chest and looked regretfully at the tattered human skin of Baron Moro. He pulled it off and threw it on the ground. "I thought I could use it for a while longer."

"The plan has failed! How can I explain this to the Ancient Forest Souls! We've been exposed!"

"Our whereabouts must not be revealed!"

"We have no choice but to kill everyone here!"

Since their leader had been exposed, the guards in the hall stopped pretending and immediately began attacking the humans around them.

The entire hall instantly descended into chaos.

As one knight severed the head of a Treant Person, he also knocked out a pile of matches from the hall's fireplace. Sparks scattered like stars across the heavens.

Before long, the carpets on the floor and the tables and chairs in the living room were all ablaze.

During the fight, the human knights, by cutting through their opponents' skin, discovered that these creatures disguised as human guards were actually humanoid monsters with skin resembling tree bark.

The entire hall became a stage for a drama of fire and sword, sorcery and alien races.

At this moment, Yveta suddenly remembered the prophecy made by the Forest Duke earlier. Hadn't she said then—

The era of peace was over, and now we've entered an era of sword and fire?

The Treant Person leader walked up to Yveta, clutching his chest with his right hand and picking up a knight sword that someone had dropped into the flames with his left.

He pointed the sword at Yveta. "Humans, detestable. Why do you humans get all the good things?"

"A brat your size, in a situation of absolute disadvantage in power and status, managed to foil our plan."

"Thousands of years ago, humans like this would appear. Thousands of years later, must history repeat itself?"

"Are we, the Children of the Forest, destined to fail!"

"Why are humans the correct direction on the evolutionary path, while we are considered the failed route by you?"

Meanwhile, a maidservant fighting with the old witch suddenly tore off her human skin, revealing bark-like skin underneath.

She was extremely impatient. "Ji, you must take full responsibility for this failure!"

She took out some white powder from her person, bent down, and in less than half a second, drew a triangle on the ground with the powder. Then, she suddenly bit her own wrist and dripped her blood onto the triangular pattern.

Instantly, the center of the triangle seemed to sink in, and a pit formed on the flat ground.

The emerald blood that fell into the pit evaporated, turning into a plume of green smoke that rose to the heavens.

The woman then tilted her head back and began singing a song used in religious ceremonies in a non-human language.

The song formed by this language was very strange, like tanks advancing, each word distinct, stiff, primitive, rough, yet possessing a primitive, wild, violent beauty.

And the melody was very eerie, making anyone who heard it feel deeply uncomfortable.

The old witch's expression changed. "Stop her quickly."

"She is a formal priest of the Ancient Tree, a second-tier professional. The professions of these Children of the Forest are usually priests."

"She is making a sacrifice to the Ancient Tree."

"Don't let her complete this Ancient Spirit Ritual."