Farewell, Dragon Bro

Guarding the Obsidian Hall was the second boss, Duri Il, the dragon-blooded Ogre Shaman.

Mo Fei did not have high hopes for this ogre boss, but the Ogre Shaman's signature skill, Lightning Storm, dealt tremendous damage. It might be able to thin out the enemy ranks, or at least reduce some of the pressure later on, so he paid close attention to this battle.

[System Notification: Duri Il (Dragon-Blooded Ogre Shaman) has chosen the combat strategy "Cluster Casting."]

Cluster Casting: All friendly units on the field shared mana. Mana regeneration speed increased by 30%, and casting range increased by 30%.

This was a wise choice. As an Ogre Shaman, Duri Il's underlings were all spellcasters: four Goblin Flamecasters, four Ogre Flamebearers, and eight Kobold Fire Diviners.

However, whether Goblins, Ogres, or Kobolds, none of them were particularly outstanding spellcasting races. Their mana pools were not very high—in other words, they ran out of mana easily.

Moreover, bows generally had greater range than magic. With Cluster Casting, they could maximize both sustained firepower and range.

As the adventurers entered the Obsidian Hall, Duri Il reacted immediately.

Duri Il (Dragon-Blooded Ogre Shaman): "What a surprise. You actually managed to defeat that big fool Borlax. But don't celebrate too soon. Before the great Duri Il, you have no chance of victory. My magic will tear you to pieces.

Storms, lightning, and flames, heed my summons!"

With a roar, dense lightning immediately swirled around Duri Il, as if the God of Thunder had descended. His Goblin Flamecasters and Ogre Flamebearers also raised their staffs and began casting spells.

A massive magic circle appeared beneath their feet, linking everyone's mana together.

For a moment, magical radiance filled the Obsidian Hall as flames and thunder shone at once, creating an imposing spectacle.

The adventurers had already responded. Midnight Arcane God raised his staff—Greater Fire Protection Barrier!

An enormous red dome enveloped and protected them all.

At the same time—

Lightning Storm!

Fire Bolts!

Explosive Flames!

A barrage of magic bombarded the adventurers. Yet every fiery spell that rained down was blocked by the dome. Explosions rang out one after another, but the red barrier did not budge.

Fortunately, the barrier was ineffective against Lightning Storm.

Lightning Storm crashed down, bolts striking within the barrier one after another. Some people convulsed from the shocks, while others had their hair standing on end.

However, they were all high-level players above level fifty. Most had eight or nine hundred HP, with some even exceeding a thousand. They could endure one or two bolts of lightning.

As lightning fell, the white glow of healing spells lit up as well.

Most of the fifteen spellcasters were healers or support classes. They began restoring health together: Healing Wave, Healing Barrier, Rain of Tranquility... even a bard began singing the Song of Healing.

Under the restoration of all kinds of healing magic, someone who had been charred black by lightning one second would be brimming with energy again the next as Holy Light flashed. Not a single person's health fell below 50%.

At the same time, the ten sharpshooters began pouring a rain of arrows onto the monsters across from them.

Spellcasters were frail, and monsters were no exception. Under the concentrated barrage of arrows, they had no chance of survival. One after another, they were shot full of arrows and fell.

Watching his underlings die one after another, Duri Il shrieked anxiously and could only cast with all his might.

"Lightning Storm! Lightning Storm! Lightni—" A figure charged over and delivered a leaping chop straight at him.

Fearless Slash!

Crack! The Dragon-Slaying Sword cleaved down from his neck, forcibly splitting Duri Il's body diagonally into two.

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95000 (Critical Strike)!

[World Announcement: In the year 1437 of the Sky Era, the human hero Dawn Divine Sword slew Duri Il, the dragon-blooded Ogre Shaman, in the Dark Dragon Nest. This event has been recorded in the Sky Annals.]

Mo Fei was speechless for a moment. He had thought the first three boss fights could wear down the enemy's strength, but now it seemed he had been overthinking it. The average battle had lasted less than three minutes. The last boss had at least taken three slashes, but this one was finished in a single hit.

Was this a dungeon clear or a high-level account carrying low-level players?

At the same time, he began deeply doubting the second tactical strategy he had just selected. Greater Fire Protection Barrier was far too strong; its counter against fire attacks was simply outrageous.

The triple AOE damage he had prepared was all fire damage. He had clearly been hard-countered.

Those adventurers were no pushovers either. Their healing was absurdly strong. Even if his triple fire attacks broke through their barrier, they would probably be at the end of their power. And Lava Spray only lasted sixty seconds. It would be difficult to overwhelm them within sixty seconds.

Furthermore, those ten sharpshooters posed too great a threat to the black wyrmlings. The black wyrmlings had less than eight thousand HP and could not withstand two volleys at all.

Once the black wyrmlings were all dead and Lava Spray ended, he would be left alone again, and he would probably be finished.

No, no. He had to change tactics.

At that moment, the livestream chat became lively once again.

[This Midnight Arcane God is so broken. His magic damage is insanely high, and his defensive magic is this strong too. Compared to heroes, adventurers feel like trash. And that Dawn Divine Sword... bosses can be one-shot like this?]

[Of course. They spent money. A gold-tier hero must cost two or three million, right?]

[What pleasant dreams are you having? A gold-tier hero costs 2.5 million just to create. These two are nearly advanced to epic heroes, and they're both max level with top-tier gear. At minimum, double that. I doubt five million would even be enough.]

[Damn, they're rich. Five million just to play a game.]

[What's five million? A friend of mine spent more than five million playing Legend.]

[These two heroes hard-counter Murphys. One puts up a barrier to block dragon breath, and the other uses a Dragon-Slaying Sword to execute. Dragon Bro has no chance. Everyone, mourn in silence. Farewell, Dragon Bro.]

[Farewell, Dragon Bro.]

[Farewell, Dragon Bro.]

[Take care, Dragon Bro.]

[Dragon Bro shall live forever.]

[Dragon Bro, you will always live in our hearts.]

[Dragon Bro, why not just admit defeat? Sign the Dragon Knight Contract. I actually really want to see what a Dragon Rider looks like.]

Watching the rows of "Farewell, Dragon Bro" comments, Mo Fei cursed furiously in his heart.

Couldn't these people say something nice for once?

There was no way he would sign any Dragon Knight Contract. If it were a beautiful female hero, he might consider it for the sake of preserving himself. But with two grown men? He could not afford that humiliation.

They were all working for others to make money, but he still had principles.

He continued studying the lineup of this dungeon-clearing team before him. No team in the world could be perfect. With such a bizarre lineup, there had to be some hidden weakness.

After studying it for a while, he really did find one.

This team appeared powerful, slaughtering monsters like chickens and bosses like dogs, all because of their incomparably strong damage output.

But compared to ordinary teams, they had one fatal flaw—they had no tank.

Among the thirty adventurers, only five were melee fighters, and all of them were agile types like rogues and scouts. None could hold the line.

The only one who could withstand monsters was the hero Dawn Divine Sword. But Dawn Divine Sword was a dragon-slaying swordsman who used a two-handed weapon. Strictly speaking, he was not a true tank. He did not even have a shield, nor was he wearing armor.

His muscles looked intimidating enough, but his defense was probably not that high.

The reason they had fought their way here was mainly because their damage output was too fierce. Before ordinary monsters could even get close, they were wiped out and never had a chance to hurt them.

If he could find a way to kill that guy, everyone else would be nothing but crops waiting to be harvested. He could kill them all with basic attacks.

But that guy's fire resistance had to be very high. Borlax had blasted him with dragon breath before, and he had not lost even a sliver of health. He definitely had equipment that increased fire resistance.

Combined with Midnight Arcane God's barrier, killing him with dragon breath was probably impossible.

Or perhaps he could deal with him using physical attacks?

Mo Fei carefully considered the feasibility of this plan. He had not invested any talent points into melee skills, but the Black Dragon Lord was still a giant boss. Its physical attack power remained extremely formidable.

With the right combat strategy, he might not be unable to kill him.

Mo Fei quickly came up with a tactical set.

Form Shift: War Behemoth Form + Death Berserk + Summon Dragonkin Priest.

In War Behemoth Form, he gained a 50% physical damage bonus, and his attacks also carried a crushing effect. Combined with the 50% damage bonus from Death Berserk, his melee damage would reach an utterly terrifying level. The Dragonkin Priest could also cast Bloodlust on him, increasing his attack speed by another 30%.

By then, even a basic attack from him could deal several thousand damage. No matter how strong Dawn Divine Sword was, he only had a little over six thousand HP. Mo Fei could slap him to death in two or three hits.

As long as Dawn Divine Sword died, everyone else would be nothing but crops waiting to be harvested. Then he could resume slaughtering them with ease.

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