I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 55 Sneak Attack
A pool of dark brown grease appeared at the entrance to the cemetery. A few seconds later, a group of pale skeletons staggered out of the bluish-gray tomb door. The lead skeleton trembled as it stepped on the grease, but luckily managed to maintain its balance until it stepped on the remaining bear trap.

With its leg bone broken, the skeleton could no longer maintain its balance and fell to the ground. Touching it caused the skeletons behind it, who were also struggling to maintain their balance, to fall as well. However, after six skeletons had fallen due to the chain reaction, the subsequent skeletons were able to step on the remains of their companions and continue forward.

But what greeted these skeleton warriors were only three flash missiles made of magical force fields.

"Magic Missile!"

Swift force field energy flew from DuPont's slender fingertips, and the magic missile collided fiercely with the necromantic aura on the skeleton. However, to DuPont's surprise, these skeletons were of varying quality. Some had their necromantic aura reduced significantly, but one skeleton was directly broken into a pile of broken bones.

This quality
Even the skeleton warriors summoned by DuPont's first-order necromancer wouldn't be this weak, so there's only one answer.

These are undead servants summoned autonomously by the necromancy circle; the caster who presided over the circle has likely already left.

Thinking of this, DuPont immediately summoned a shield spell, and in the next second, three magic missiles flew out, but they were all destroyed when they touched the eggshell next to DuPont.

The sneak attack failed, and a surprised voice came from the graveyard. Just then, the arcane light in DuPont's hand flashed again, and the incantation of a shield spell echoed in the tomb passage. But to his surprise, the three magic missiles did not fly towards him, but instead hit three more skeletons.

This caused the spellcaster hidden in the tomb passage to turn red instantly.

Is this kid playing me?

Anger welled up on his face, but caution still made the black-robed spellcaster in the tomb passage take a step back, looking at the figure who picked up the mace and destroyed the skeleton with some doubt.

Is this guy a mage or a priest? He seems to be neither one nor the other.
But it's normal that Mystra's lackey likes this kind of incongruity.

The thoughts in his mind did not affect the actions of the black-robed man. Evil black light emanated from the skeletal eye sockets at the tip of the staff, and a cloud of yellowish-brown smoke enveloped the figure holding the shield. Instantly, shouts and coughs came from inside.

Three-ring spell, Stinking Cloud spell.

The foul-smelling clouds obscured the view, making it impossible for even the black-robed man to see what was happening inside. However, upon hearing the screams and chopping sounds from within, the spellcaster hesitated for a moment, looking at the fireball scroll in his hand, before deciding not to activate it.

This scroll costs as much as 100 gold coins. Now that victory is assured, using it would be a waste.

Neither priests nor mages are known for their physical strength; under the effects of the Stinking Cloud spell, they would inevitably be unable to counteract the spell's effects, constantly coughing and vomiting, rendering them virtually useless in combat. However, the skeletons summoned by the necromancer's circle would be completely unaffected.

Although the skeleton soldiers themselves are not particularly strong, given their hostility towards the living, they should be able to quickly hack this guy to death with their swords.

However, hearing that the battle had not yet ended, the man in black robes stepped forward and released a terror spell on the area of ​​the Stinking Cloud spell to prevent those inside from having any chance to resist.

As the screams grew increasingly low, the sounds of fighting within the Stinky Cloud Technique gradually faded. A skeleton warrior slowly walked to the black-robed man's side, putting his mind at ease.

The guy inside must be dead; even the skeleton soldiers have retreated.

The man in black robes began to move forward, preparing to cancel his focus on the Stink Cloud Technique.

Since this guy dared to come here alone, he must have quite a few treasures on him. He needs to carefully examine them and take them with him to make up for the losses from his sacrifices these past few days. Unlike the villagers who were scared away, this person should have close ties with the church; he might even be a witch hunter. He needs to leave as soon as he finishes cleaning up the battlefield to avoid being hunted down by other witch hunters.

However, just as the man in black robes was about to sever the connection with the Stinking Cloud Technique, he suddenly thought of a problem.

Hey, these skeletons he summoned with his staff don't obey commands, how come they're coming back?

In an instant, the man in black robes knew something was wrong, but the skeleton warrior moved even faster, thrusting his sword directly at his waist!
The rusty sword did not penetrate the black-robed man's mage armor, but the pain from the stab made him cry out in pain. He swung his staff to barely block the skeleton soldier's next attack. Just as he was about to release a magic missile to finish him off, he heard a strange gust of wind coming from the direction of the Stinking Cloud spell.

Years of experience made him subconsciously cast a shield spell, but the next instant a spiked mace shattered the transparent shield in front of him, and the residual force of the hammer made his ribs ache.

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The man in black robes realized something was wrong. The deadly crisis made him want to take out the scroll from his pouch, but the skeleton warrior's attack directly hindered his movements. Meanwhile, a ragged boy leaped out from the dissipating clouds, and his ferocious face terrified him.

Is this guy human or ghost? How did he survive attacks from so many skeleton soldiers?
The Elf Boots kicked the black-robed man in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Even with the protection of the mage armor, the black-robed man felt his heart stop, and the scroll he had painstakingly taken out slipped from his hand.

"You Mystra's lackey!" the black-robed man cursed as he activated the ring on his hand. A pale yellow light enveloped his gaunt body, but just as he was about to use this false life force to buy time to unleash his scorching ray, the cowhide shield smashed into his face, knocking out several rotten yellow teeth. This interrupted his spellcasting and filled his eyes with terror.

How could this guy shatter his own fake life with a single blow?
However, with the next few punches, the man in black lost consciousness, and only one last thought remained in his mind.

I should have known better than to skimp on that scroll.
You gained 2500 experience points.

Upon seeing this news, DuPont finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Canceling the rage, DuPont's body trembled from uncontrollable hunger and weakness. He looked at the corpse beneath him, spat out a mouthful of thick saliva, took out a bottle of milk and the remaining half-bottle of life-healing potion from his spatial bag, and poured them directly into his mouth without a care for the inappropriateness.

Although he didn't use Berserk for very long, it consumed a great deal of his energy as soon as he activated it. Once Berserk ended, he was almost completely exhausted and had to rest for a while to recover his energy. Eating could help him recover his energy faster.

He tossed the empty milk bottle aside, and the unbearable hunger finally eased a little. He panted heavily as he looked at the corpse beneath him and quickly searched for valuables on his body.

The first thing was the spellbook at his waist. The other party had spells he didn't know, so this would definitely be useful if he got his hands on it.

The second one was the ring that this guy had activated not long ago. DuPont tried to pull it off but couldn't, so he took out his short sword and cut off his finger.

Ring of False Life
Quality: Rare

Attribute: Can release a False Life of caster level 3 once per day, lasting 10 minutes.

Value: 400 gold coins
After flicking away the blood and stuffing the ring into his spatial bag, DuPont began to tidy up the valuable items on the ground.

Fireball scroll, wow, this is a good thing, it's valuable whether you use it or sell it.

(End of this chapter)