There were still some Fallen scattered around. “Rakanishu!” they yelled.
Rakanishu was another leader of the Fallen. It seemed like those Fallen who ran towards the place where Bishibosh had exploded were his loyal followers. On the other hand, those who ran the opposite direction after Bishibosh died were trying to find another leader, Rakanishu.
Just as expected, without a Bishibosh as a leader, the army of fallen could no longer be held together like a handful of sand.
Abel summoned Rib Bone no.1 and summoned 2 more skeletons from 2 dead bodies. He commanded them to pick up the ice magic swords on the ground. They no longer needed defense since all they had to do was harvest the harmless dead bodies on the ground.
With the double effect from the sword of victory and the Bahamut Vampire’s Ring on his right hand, Abel almost had unlimited mana as he relentlessly unleashed the ‘charging bolt’.
As he had whipped out around half of the fainted Fallen and Fallen Shaman, Abel realized he had unleashed the ‘charging bolt’ 1000 times today, which was the limit. Now, he switched to unleashing ‘Fire Bolt’ spells.
He had gained a lot today, 20 bottles of golden elven perfume put the Fallen and Fallen shamans to sleep for 1 hour. However, there were only around 1000 of them left before they could have the chance to wake up.
All the ones who were lucky enough to escape had gone far away, and all the ones that remained were now dead on the ground.
It was a massacre. The grey blood spilled out from the Fallen, and Fallen shamans had dyed the ground into the hellish black color. Even that restless flame had been washed away. The stench of blood was infused in the air with the buckets of rotten food on the ground. This vomit evoking smell surpassed the aroma of the golden elven perfume. Luckily the Abel and Black Wind were wearing the now blood-soaked face masks.
If the elves form Angstrom City knew what Abel had done with their Blue or Golden elven perfume, they would definitely go crazy.
Abel’s wrist was tired of the killing. It was the first time Abel had felt like this. He stopped and noticed Black Wind’s fur and himself were drenched in blood. However, he couldn’t care less. The shining magic staffs left over by the Fallen Shamans attracted his gaze.
Ever since Abel got the dwarfs’ ‘Introductions to Crafting Magic staffs’, he realized how important they were. A magic staff’s value depended on its magical ability and level. According to the ‘introductions to Crafting Magic staffs’, a blank magic staff was the main ingredient to lock down the soul of an official soul beast. It was extremely hard to get this material back in the Holy Continent, but most Fallen shaman would have one in the Dark World.
Seeing how dirty the floor was, Abel commanded Rib Bone no.1 to pick up the magic staffs with his power of the will. Since Rib Bone no.1 was cultivated with Abel’s love, only it would be able to understand his special commands and execute them perfectly out of the 3 skeletons.
Abel shoved all his weapons back into his Kong Kong spirit portal bag and took out the ‘spirit transfer’ magic staff with his left hand. His mana was fully recovered, so he could use spells to pick up the magic staff on the floor.
Around 20 meters from Bishibosh’s explosion, not only was the Fallen shamans blown into pieces, but their magic staffs had also been destroyed.
As Abel was starting to get irritated by his decrease in gains, a golden magic staff flashing in white light among the swamp of blood had attracted his attention. It was Bishibosh’s massive magic staff.
This golden magic staff was filled with cracks. Abel sighed for his misfortune; it seemed like this magic staff was damaged.
Suddenly, a gold piece fell off the magic staff’s surface, exposing a dark gold core.
“This is?” Abel quickly picked up the magic staff and began to peel off its gold surface piece by piece. At last, a long dark gold two-hand staff filled with weird patterns appeared in front of his eyes.
A Dark gold margin staff? Abel quickly shoved it into his Horadric cube, but no stats appeared. Instead, it said it was unable to detect dark gold equipment. It seemed like this thing really was a dark gold magic staff.
Abel held the dark gold magic staff in his hand, trying to think of a name for it.
“Fire elf!” Abel yelled, but the magic staff did not react. He shook his head In embarrassment. This magic staff was too big to be a fire elf magic staff.
“Razors witch!” Abel called out another name, but the magic staff still didn’t react.
What magic staff was this? Looking at tightly drawn green patterns on the dar gold magic staff, he had an idea. There was only one shorter two-hand green magic staff, “Bane Ash!”
Afterward, the weird green pattern on the magic staff began to glow in dark gold. Abel focused on his power of the will to find out this thing’s attribute.
Bane Ash
Durability: 20-20
+60% enhanced damage
+50% damage to undead
20% Increased Attack Speed
+30 To Mana
Fire Resist +50%
Adds 4-6 Fire Damage
+5 To Fire Bolt
+2 To Warmth
Abel was disgusted at Bishibosh’s sense of style as he stared at the dark gold ‘Bane Ash’. Who would surround a dark gold magic cane with a gold layer, didn’t he know dark gold weapons had a much more powerful significance?
However, this ‘Bane Ash’ was actually preserved very well. If Bishibosh had not wrapped it in gold, it might not have had full durability.
As Abel held it in his hand, his mana shot up 30 points. Now, he had 460 points of mana. His skin flashed a red light, it was an anti-fire attribute effect. Abel’s most powerful spell was the ‘firebolt’. After long years of training, this spell had reached level 8. A level 1 to level 5 novice wizard could only raise these beginner spells to level 10. Abel had not been a wizard for long, and he was already close to the limit.
Only official wizards could further level up these beginner spells to level 20. You could only became an official wizard once you hit level 6. By then, the Wizard pattern in your mind would be able to support a high-level spell without breaking down.
Abel’s ‘firebolt’ was already level 8, but now he also had the dark gold ‘Bane Ash’. This increased his ‘firebolt’ for 5 levels, making it a level 13 spell, hugely exceeding level 10.
Before their departure, Wizard Morton had given Abel some records about the ways in which beginning and intermediate wizards had trained. Accordingly, it and some lambskin parchment with spells, a novice wizard could not use a spell beyond level 10, else their wizard pattern in their mind would break down.
Abel had a hard time deciding between a level 13 spell and the warning of Wizard Morton. Level 13 ‘firebolt’ was tempting. With its power on top of the adds 4-d fire damage of the ‘Bane Ash’. Abel to hurt an official wizard.
Although Abel had killed an official Wizard before, he had used the close body fighting ability of a Knight for a surprise attack. It would be very hard for him to break the defense of an official wizard if he was facing one direction. However, if he had a level 13 ‘firebolt’, he might be able to do it.
Abel began to focus on the level 3 novice wizard pattern in his mind. He did not use t