Mercenary Wars

Chapter 95 Night Attack
Calcrow hesitated for a moment: "Sir, my friend John hasn't gathered his prey yet..."

The examiner interrupted, "Don't worry, you will pass the test."

“Thank you,” John said.

Calcrown wanted to say something more, but the examiner had already waved him away, so he had no choice but to give up.

The five of them then went to rest.

Gaugano was put up in a tent.

He crawled into the tent, used a magic trick to "remove the bloodstains" and cleaned the remaining blood off his body, then lay down to rest.

He first glanced at his "experience bar".

[Experience: 1794/3600]

Almost exactly half.

This nearly 1,800 experience points mostly came from today's battle with the trolls. So, although the process was not without its thrills, looking back, Gaogano still felt quite exhilarated.

While feeling exhilarated, he also reflected and summarized a lot, after all, this was his first time fighting as a "Bloodblade Mage", and he had many feelings about it.

As he had learned before, the Bloodblade Mage's fighting style emphasized "not being bothered by details" and "trading injury for life".

The difference lies in the fact that, in actual combat, knowing which injuries to take and which to avoid is a rather profound subject that requires careful consideration in order to maximize combat effectiveness.

"If only the blood regeneration could be more powerful," some daydreams flashed through Gao Jiano's mind.

In terms of repairing disabilities, if he wants to repair his disabilities through blood-devouring regeneration, he must find blood that is four levels higher than his own.

He is currently at level four, which means he would need level eight blood to repair his disability.

He did have some level eight Rosier avatar blood on hand, but unfortunately, there was only one bottle, which was probably enough to repair a few fingers at most.

Gao Jiano had absolutely no idea how to obtain more level 8 blood.

He definitely couldn't defeat an eighth-level creature, so he could only buy it, but the price would be outrageously expensive, and the supply would be scarce. At least in South Sea Town, he had never heard of any news related to eighth-level blood.

If the threshold for repairing disabilities could be lowered to level six blood, Gaogano could purchase and stockpile a large amount of level six magical beast blood to gain near-infinite disability repair capabilities. At that time, he would probably be able to ignore all attacks except for beheadings.

The idea is wonderful, but it seems impossible to achieve.

At least in all the information Gaugano currently has, there is no way to enhance the effects of Blood Regeneration to this extent.

Even blessings bestowed by the holy name are not enough.

According to the Blood Magic Notes, the Holy Name Blessed version of Blood Devouring Regeneration can lower the threshold for repairing disabilities by one level, but that's all; level seven blood is still not easy to obtain.

Besides "trading injury for life", another major characteristic of the Bloodblade Mage is that he can use Blood Rush for offense.

Before mastering Blood Regeneration, Blood Dash was almost only used for escaping. Now, it can also be used to quickly break through enemy lines. As long as enough enemies are eliminated, the blood consumed by Blood Dash can be fully replenished.

After a moment of contemplation, Gao Jiano realized that the camp was completely silent, and then quickly fell asleep.

However, he had only been asleep for a short time, perhaps only half an hour, when the silence of the camp was suddenly broken.

"Enemy attack—it's trolls!" The cries of the humans rose and fell.

The troll's roar grew even louder: "Woo-wa-wa—"

"For Mosa!"

"Whoa!"

Gaucano rolled to his feet, quickly grabbed his longbow and the Blood-Summoning Sword, and then peered out of the tent.

Humanity's awareness seemed to have been timely, but the situation remained far from optimistic, or rather, quite dire. The number of attacking trolls was enormous; a quick glance revealed that there were seventy or eighty trolls attacking the camp.

In contrast, the human camp only had a dozen or so people.

Not only are the total numbers vastly different, but the disparity in high-end combat capabilities is even more pronounced.

Originally, there were two level 5 hunters in the examiner's camp, but one of them had already gone to report the news. Together with John, who was in poor condition, they were only equivalent to one and a half level 5 combatants.

The trolls, on the other hand, have at least three or four combat-ready units that reach level five.

The leading troll warrior, in particular, let out a piercing laugh as he easily cleaved the nearest human in two; his formidable strength and abundant magical runes indicated that he was at least level six.

With such a disparity in strength, as soon as the battle began, some humans attempted to escape, running from the edge of the camp into the distant dense forest. However, they were quickly discovered and caught up by the trolls, followed by a series of terrifying screams.

The five-person team came together.

"What should we do?" Andrew asked in a panic.

"Run!" Colin looked around. "To Camp Three!"

Andrew: "With so many trolls, they've practically surrounded the camp. Can we escape?"

At that moment, John said, "Follow me!"

With that, he took his shield and charged toward the direction with the fewest trolls.

A dozen or so trolls immediately rushed over to stop them, and arrows rained down from afar.

Without hesitation, John let out a loud shout, and patterns lit up on his arm and shield.

Shield Wall!

As the shield wall was activated, John's skin immediately took on a metallic texture, and his hands seemed to merge into the shield.

"Clang clang clang!" The arrows that hit him only produced some sparks and could not penetrate his skin.

Of course, as a price, his shield was gradually breaking, with more and more cracks appearing and widening, and it clearly wouldn't last much longer.

"Go!" John roared, smashing two trolls blocking his way with his shield and continuing his charge out of the camp.

The other four followed closely behind, rushing outwards while using ranged attacks to try and block the approaching trolls.

Before long, they successfully broke through the trolls' obstruction and gradually moved away.

But before they could even catch their breath, a piercing troll laugh came from behind them, growing louder as it approached: "Hahaha!"

The group felt a gust of wind sweep past from above, and a tall, axe-wielding troll leaped over and appeared directly in front of them.

The newcomer was none other than the leader of this group of attacking trolls.

“You can’t escape!” he shouted, seemingly still able to speak a few broken human words, and charged at John with his giant axe in hand.

John gritted his teeth, raised his shield, and charged forward.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the troll leader's battle axe cleaved directly into John's shield. Although it didn't split the shield in two, it did dispel John's shield wall status.

"Boom!" Another loud noise.

Unsurprisingly, the shield shattered with a crack, and the immense impact sent John flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

"John!" Calcrow rushed forward and immediately noticed that John's hand holding the shield had become a bloody mess.

(End of this chapter)