The group quickly approached the altar, the ground around it densely littered with white bones.
CLACK~ CLACK~
As they neared the alert range, a grating sound of bone on bone arose. Amidst a faint purple glow, all the surrounding skeletons stood up, leaving only a few scattered bones on the ground.
Five hundred skeletons might not sound like a lot, but gathered together, they formed a vast, white massâan incredibly intimidating sight.
"Rock Druid, go. Test their attack power first."
Kirklandâs voice called out from a distance.
A huge brown bear strode forward, its body enveloped in an earthen-yellow light that greatly boosted its Defense Power.
The horde of skeletons naturally swarmed it. The few closest to the brown bear raised their decayed scimitars and, with a WHOOSH, slashed down at it.
The brown bear was unfazed. The earthen-yellow light around it flared brighter as it rose onto its hind legs, raised a massive paw, and slammed it down.
âAccording to the advance scoutsâ report, these skeletons have low attack and defense stats, and not much health either.â
It had no fear of the impending attack, imagining the scene of a single swipe sending a pile of skeletons crumbling to dust.
The massive paw struck the skeletonâs skull first. Then, the brown bearâs expression changed. It felt as if it hadnât struck a fragile bone, but a hard stoneâand no ordinary stone at that.
âWith its transformed strength and defense, it could normally crush a boulder to dust with ease.â
But now, when its paw struck this skeletonâs head, the skull didnât shatter. Instead, it felt like being pierced by needles as sharp points dug deep into its paw.
âShit, its Defense Power is this high??â
The brown bear cursed inwardly, lamenting how wildly inaccurate the scoutsâ information was.
The next moment, it changed its downward strike to a grip, seized the skeletonâs head, and, using all its might, performed a sweeping motion, intending to knock away the other skeletons lunging at it.
âIf their Defense Power is this strong, their attack power canât be weak either.â A sliver of doubt crept into the brown bearâs mind about whether it could withstand the coming blows.
Although the skeletonsâ defense was far beyond the brown bearâs expectations, they were thankfully very light. Under its immense strength, they were easily sent flying.
Finally, just before the skeleton in its grasp could strike, the bear hurled it into the distance.
Only then did the brown bear breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to return and report the skeletonsâ abnormal properties.
"Watch out!"
A comradeâs panicked shout came from behind.
The brown bearâs expression changed. It frantically looked around and spotted a short skeleton raising a small knife to strike at its belly.
It was too late to dodge. The brown bear frantically channeled its energy to its abdomen, where the earthen-yellow light coalesced into a shield.
SHLK~
A faint tearing sound echoed, as soft and almost inaudible as the rustle of leaves in the wind.
But to the brown bear, the sound was deafening. It couldnât believe that all its concentrated energy couldnât stop the small knife.
The small knife sliced through the earthen-yellow shield, leaving an incision as smooth as a mirror. The cut surface was tinged with a layer of purple, making it look strangely alluring.
The knife continued forward, soon making contact with the brown bearâs body. The tough hide it was so proud of was like tofu before the blade; it was sliced open with ease.
Just as the brown bear was about to be disemboweled, a flash of light shone, and the massive beast vanished. In its place stood a squirrel with a wounded abdomen.
It leaped into the air and, scrambling on all fours, scurried back to the main group in a flash.
The gap it left was instantly filled by a rhinoceros from the rear.
Having lost its target, the small skeletonâs knife struck the ground, instantly carving a fissure in the earth that was dozens of meters long and over ten centimeters wide.
"The fuck? I thought you said they couldnât take a single hit? Is *that* what you call a single hit?"
Lin Yu stood in the distance. Chenxi had cast an Eagle Eye buff on him, and seeing this scene from so far away, he couldnât help but curse loudly.
"My Lord, that was probably one of the skeletonâs skills," Chenxi speculated.
"Possibly. Letâs see how Kirkland responds."
By now, the squirrel had reverted to his human form. With the help of his surrounding companions, his wound began to heal.
This Druid was also a young man. He, too, saw the fissure in the ground, his heart still pounding with lingering fear.
Thankfully, he knew not only the brown bear transformation, but also a squirrel Transformation Technique, which had allowed him to avoid being gutted.
The primary skills of Shape-shifting Druids were still based on transforming into various animals, but every Druid had their own additional abilities. It wasnât like an assembly line where everyoneâs skills were exactly the same.
It was just that to obtain the Shape-shifting Druid title and receive the attribute bonuses, one had to learn the specific abilities required for that role.
For example, the Druid healing him now was not actually a Healing Druid, but a Fierce Raptor Druid, a type of Shape-shifting Druid. Of course, his healing wasnât as strong as a true Healing Druidâs, but it was more than enough.
Once his wound was stabilized, he hurried to report his experience from the fight to Kirkland.
Even though he had witnessed the entire sequence of events, Kirkland fell silent after hearing the Rock Druidâs description.
He had been one of the initial scouts. Along with the others, he had easily defeated several skeletons. It had been effortless, nothing like the perilous situation this Rock Druid had just faced.
He thought for a moment but couldnât figure out the reason. Finally, he transformed into a cheetah and reached the front line in a few leaps. He was still skeptical and prepared to test them again himself.
Ripples spread across the cheetahâs body, and within a few breaths, its figure vanished. It had turned invisible.
These skeletons seemed to have a strict territorial range. Although they had all been roused from their slumber by the Druidsâ arrival, they wouldnât attack as long as the Druids didnât step within the altarâs range.
The invisible cheetah stealthily approached the skeleton horde. Even after stepping into their attack range, the skeletons did not attack.
âWhew... they havenât spotted me.â
Kirkland breathed an inward sigh of relief.
Next, he raised his right paw. Golden light gathered, turning his claws a sharp, metallic gold. He began to build up energy; with the added defense-ignoring effect of an attack breaking stealth, he refused to believe he couldnât take down this skeleton.
As if sensing something was amiss, the skeleton in front of him shifted uneasily, wanting to move. But it was surrounded by other skeletons and was blocked every time it tried to change its position.
When the golden light reached its peak, Kirkland aimed for the skeletonâs neck and struck with full force.
SCREEECHâ
A harsh grinding sound erupted between his claws and the skeletonâs neck, sending sparks flying as if two pieces of metal were scraping together violently.
Kirkland gritted his teeth and put in more force. At last, his golden claws broke through the skeletonâs defense and sliced through its neck, sending the skull tumbling to the ground.
Kirkland was visible now. He hurriedly snatched up the skull in his jaws, swiftly dodged the attacks from the surrounding skeletons, and with a few nimble leaps, returned to the Druidsâ position.