Chapter: 460
The dehydration debuff finally left, but Jay took a few more sips to stay extra hydrated as he drained the water; it was like he was double-tapping the water bag corpse for good measure.
“I told you they could do it.” Paul smiled as he put his hands back into his pockets and went back to idly chatting with the other guard.
Yet this was only one treant in massive swarming sea of wood; the battle was far from over, so Jay recovered as quickly as he could.
Jay and his little group of humans had successfully defeated a treant hectopede, all while holding off the level one and level five wood elementals constantly swarming them.
“I told you they could do it.” Paul smiled as he put his hands back into his pockets and went back to idly chatting with the other guard.
Jay stood up, his ribs finally healed. He didn’t really care that he looked weak, was caught by the treant and had to be helped – but the dagger girl looked at him with sorrowful eyes.
She could already imagine the foolish chatter that would soon follow:
“Wasn’t he supposed to be level 9? Pff, strongest adventurer my ass.”
“Yeah, he was probably just getting power levelled this whole time. Talented my ass.”
Still, Jay stood up without a glimpse of worry, handing the water skin back to her.
“Thanks for that, that drain ability is no joke” he gave her a sunny smile. It seemed he truly didn’t even care that he needed help. There was no shame at all. Why didn’t he care about how pathetic he just looked?
“O-oh, no problem” she smiled back.
“Sorry I couldn’t help you while you were knocked down, that treant was a real pain.” Jay said as he slashed three more stick-balls in half.
“It’s ok. I could see it was intense… with my one eye” she laughed.
“Jay, another one!” Anya called out.
She just slayed a nestling with a throwing knife before launching another heavy bolt at the new treant emerging from the forest.
*Dwoosh~*
Taking heavy damage from her bolt, the treant began charging at Anya around the side of their V-formation, completely out of their killing box.
“Fuck..” Jay only had a few seconds to think – but their problems were only just beginning.
“Another one!” Anya pointed to the forest again. A second treant was emerging..
“Shit.” Jay pursed his lips.
He was becoming flustered, only just recovering from fighting one treant hectopede and now there were two of them – and to make matters worse, the first one had completely avoided their formation.
Jay glanced back at Paul who was watching them back; he was tempted to call for help but in a split second he made a decision.
He quickly looked at the tall lanky bow-wielding guy, analysing him to find his name.
[Peter – Level 6]