Chapter: 33
“Oh well, time waits for no one.”
Looking around, he spotted another clearing.
He began to solemnly walk towards it, with his Don’s leading the way.
Jay announced his presence as he entered the next clearing, leisurely walking into it with his hands behind his back, he cleared his throat to get the rats attention.
*Ahem*
Jay didn’t need to sneak attack anymore, and he was enjoying this sense of superiority.
The 3 rats present looked up and hissed, a warning not to step any closer.
Jay, with a proud smile plastered on his face, held up one hand and snapped his fingers.
Without hesitation, the Don’s both dashed out from the reeds behind Jay, their glowing eyes creating green lines as they sped past Jay. Snapping the reeds as they sprinted at the nearest rat, they stabbed their claws into its jugular and bit into it.
Before Jay could even lower his hand, the first rat was deceased.
[15 Exp]
The other 2 rats each tried to fight the Don’s, but were culled almost as quickly as the first rat.
[15 Exp]
[15 Exp]
“Oh man, this is too easy,” Jay bragged, glad no one heard him. He was having a hard time when he had to fight alone, and was beginning to respect adventurers – but now it was like a walk in the park.
“Hehehe… They will probably want to kill me out of pure jealousy, disregarding the fact that I’m a necromancer” he shrugged “Time to loot.”
[Fur Scraps]x6
[Soap Rat Teeth]x9
Jay continued like this for the next few hours – leisurely strolling to a clearing, taunting with a whistle or a cough, then having his minions slaughtering anything moving; unknowingly making a large dent in the local soap rat population.
His knapsack was getting heavy with fur scraps and rat teeth, and before long, he decided not to carry anymore. Getting bored, he was not even bothering to taunt the rats anymore.
His strategy had changed too – he would simply send his minions ahead. By the time he entered the clearing, there would be 2 or 3 soap rat corpses waiting for him to loot them.
“Man, I’m getting lazy. Maybe I should try to get another weapon proficiency or something”
Pulling out his cooking knife, he wondered what he could do..
“Hmm, I could start throwing it to get knife throwing proficiency?”
As the soap rats were being decimated by the Don’s, he began to throw his degraded cooking knife at them – to little effect.