Guild Wars

these monsters.

Draco shook his head and pulled out Pinaka once again.
At this point, his special Archery technique was about 30% complete.
Just a bit more and he would be able to create the first level of the skill.

He had tentatively named it The Star Shot Technique.
That was because his arrows shined like stars as they pierced through the atmosphere, right into their targets.

His level had reached 19, 65% and he had increased his intelligence to 15 from 10 and his spirit to 14 from 10.
Unlike other melee class users, all his stats were necessary since he could use magic.

Roma had gone to level 13, 14% and was still climbing.
Her growth was so fast that most players could only sigh with envy.
In just a matter of hours, she had caught up with the top most echelon of the playerbase.

Her Witch Slaves were now doing most of the fighting on her behalf.
Whatever filth Qiong Qi had been whispering into her ears had finally taken root, and her actions began to change subtly.

Of course, Draco knew this.
He didn ’t stop this because while being pure-hearted was good, Roma needed to became a lot more… ’unkind ’… if she wanted to follow someone like him.

Draco was evil, Eva was evil and everyone around them was varying degrees of evil except Rambunctious Buttlover.

That fellow was a noble hero with the most honorable goal.

If Roma was exposed to all of them for a while, her personality would naturally shift.
However, that would take too long.
By having Qiong Qi fill her mind with such malice, it would quicken the process.

Roma callously watched as her Witch Slaves captured various monsters and began to drain them heartlessly.
Their withered bodies became fuller each time, some of them regaining flesh and vibrancy, although at minuscule levels.

This meant that they were becoming more humanoid and regaining life.
With life came pleasure and pain, which should have weakened them, but rather strengthened them.

Their intelligence rose and their personalities began to diverge, forming something unique for each of them.
Their speed and strength drastically increased as they devoured more and more life essence.

The Witch Slaves did not have stats or levels, but their prowess could be tracked by Roma, and by extension Draco, which was how he knew all this.

Both Draco and Roma had the unique and head pounding challenge of having to manage friendly fire.
The Green Orcs were too lost in the heat of battle to even realize that the Witch Slaves were on their side.

If anything, they hated the Witch Slaves for stealing their kills! They also blocked Draco ’s arrows at times, using their weapons or their bodies.

Draco and Roma wanted to pull their hair out and use their feet to bash the skulls of these numbskull Orcs!

Fuck, we are your allies! ALLIES! Do you understand what that word even means?!

Still, it was only in the face of adversity that one could progress.
Draco had to utilize his Void of Perfection to redirect the trajectory of his arrows.
With his weak brainwaves from before, this feat would ’ve been impossible.

Now, he could barely move them a little.
In truth, this had more to do with the psychic abilities that his Dark Angel Inheritance granted.
Control could theoretically allow one to achieve telekinesis at higher levels, but the requirements for that would be too strenuous.

One would barely be able to lift a tennis ball.

Moving a high velocity arrow, although small, would directly tear one ’s mind apart.

To give an analogy, it would be like freefalling from the sky and grabbing onto an outstretched beam.
The result of that would be one ’s hand tearing out of its socket.

It made his slow refinement of his technique experience drastic improvements.
In fact it wasn ’t just the first level, even the barest foundation for the second level was beginning to form.

For Roma, she had to co-ordinate with her Witch Slaves to avoid the assaults of the indignant Green Orcs, as well as take down their enemies.
This pushed the communication between these two parties to the limit as they began to refine ways in which to utilize their growing prowess.

After all, summoning Witch Slaves was something every Queenmother could do only once.
Frankly, it would be too overpowered if they could summon these entities over and over again.

One characteristic of Necromancers was that the undead they summoned could never grow.
Only the Necromancer himself could grow and summon more powerful undead.

But Witches – which was technically the class Roma possessed – could summon undead who could drain the living of their life essence and become stronger.
They could use the same magic as their summoner, and possessed sharp intelligence.

If they could be summoned endlessly, wouldn ’t Boundless have been swarmed to death by Witch Slaves?

It took almost an hour to clear the battlefield this time, and Draco as well as Roma were no longer lax after it.
Roma ’s face was flushed with exertion as her lovely caramel skin glistened with sweat.

Draco had to rub his temples to alleviate the strain on his mind.

It would be much easier to use telekinesis if he had some idea of how to utilize his Dark Angel Inheritance, but he didn ’t, so he had to use Control to simulate the effects and have his bloodline provide the raw power needed.

When the Green Orcs finally realized that there were no longer any enemies to kill or capture, they turned to Draco with surprise in their eyes.

When had the Blessed Envoy of the Almighty Duke arrived? Had he been witness to their racial prowess in battle?

Haha, no wonder he looked so defeated!

When Draco saw this go through their minds, he began to rub his temples faster, feeling that he might burst a vein at this rate.

Roknar sidled up to Draco with a confident smile on his face.
”Haha, did Lord Drake see our mighty prowess in battle? We might have done much better had some inbred fool not ruined our flow by shooting arrows. ”

Roknar failed to see the fear and shock that emerged on Qiong Qi ’s expression as he stepped back slowly.

”Sigh, even then, it wasn ’t too bad.
However, there was some other ingrate that sent a bunch of undead to slow us down.
Truly, one could only wonder which idiot would do such a thing. ” Roknar added with a shake of his head.

Roma ’s body trembled as she lowered her head sadly.

Draco ’s body froze as his mind fell under the weight of the words he heard so far.
After going through all this nonsense, this dog-like greenskin had the audacity to insult him and his woman?

Qiong Qi made the sign of the cross as he dug a hole in the earth and stuck his head inside.

Roknar began to laugh as he thought about how the Duke ’s Envoy was so flabbergasted that he could not even deny their prowess.
Truly, they had made a good showing today!

”Hm? ”

However, Roknar soon noticed something.
He saw those very same undead that he had insulted sidled up to the woman standing behind the Duke ’s Envoy, bowing to her as they reported their gains.

When he saw this, his smile froze and light beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
He felt as if his mind had touched upon a certain conclusion, but it was too terrifying for him to acknowledge.

As if guided by the will of God himself, his eyes fell on Draco, and saw the bow in his hands.
There was an arrow still held in the nocking point of the bow, telling Roknar that the weapon had been used up to just a few seconds ago.

At this point, Roknar began to bathe in his own sweat as the threat of death whispered naughtily into his ears.
He realized that he had sent a nude picture over to death, and instead of being blocked, death had sent a nude picture back!

A black aura began to emerge from Draco ’s body as his red eyes began to glow with malice and anger.
His breathing became slow and his hair started to wave in the wind.

At that moment, Roknar made the best choice he had ever made in his life.

He fled!

Roknar turned around and threw his long legs forward, escaping as fast as he orcishly could.
In fact, the fellow began to hate his parents for not granting him four legs when he was born, so that he could run faster.

He realized that no matter how far he went, that suppressive and fearful aura seemed to be always behind him.
With despair clouding his mind, Roknar began to feel his body slow as his forward momentum weakened greatly.

In fact, his body began to move backwards even though he was taking steps forward, like an invisible rope had been tied to his waist.

”SOMEONE SAVE ME! ” Roknar cried for help, but none came.
After all, the other Green Orcs had similar expressions of despair as they were being pulled towards Draco.

They had teased the devil and wanted to go home virgins after arousing him? Too naive!

It was time to pay the price!