Chapter 94: Chapter 84: Hit the Jackpot
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’So, my name is Bone Shaman Blazing Flame.’
The twin Soul Fires in the newly born Skeleton Shaman’s eye sockets flickered, as if excited to have found its place.
It raised its head, looking at the black-robed figure who had given it new life.
The sense of familiarity and awe stemming from the Soul Contract made it instinctively lower its head slightly in submission.
Meanwhile, Lynch was sizing up the freshly-minted goblin Skeleton Shaman. He felt that although it was newly born, the intensity of its Soul Fire was already on par with a Bone Mage, and an excited smile couldn’t help but touch his lips.
"Another lucky streak~"
Lynch couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.
He had originally thought that after just obtaining Bone Spear Haymen, a Tier Two elite Javelin thrower, his luck might turn bad for a while.
After all, luck always has its ups and downs.
But to his surprise, this old Shaman had brought him a huge windfall.
This was a Caster unit that had reached Tier Two in its previous life!
Although its power was drastically weakened after being turned into a Skeleton, its foundation was still there. The Bone Shaman was Tier One right from the start.
As long as he invested resources into cultivating it, it wouldn’t be difficult for it to recover its Tier Two strength. It might even be possible for it to reach a higher tier.
Its strength and potential were leagues above that wretched Fish Priest.
At this thought, Lynch couldn’t help but shoot a disdainful glance at the creature hiding behind a pile of Skeletons, casting spells furtively.
From today on, the Bone Shaman was the number one damage-dealing Caster under his command.
To show his appreciation and fondness for this newly promoted general, Lynch picked up the brightly colored, feather-filled Shaman headdress and the magnificent feathered cloak.
He then personally placed the headdress on the Bone Shaman’s head and draped the cloak over its shoulders.
It had to be said, once dressed up, the Skeleton Shaman instantly took on a more mysterious and majestic aura. It was also immediately recognizable and had the impressive bearing of a powerful mage.
Next, Lynch inspected its Magic Staff and ring.
The Magic Staff was an ordinary Fire Element wooden staff. It could hold one Tier One fire spell and had the effect of slightly increasing the casting speed of fire spells. The ring, meanwhile, was a standard Magic Shield Ring that could instantly cast a Tier One Magic Shield when charged.
The shield’s level was a bit too low to be of much use to Lynch.
In truth, Lynch had earned a good seven or eight thousand Gold Coins from the academy assessment. It was impossible that he’d spent it all on Awakening Potions and concentration potions. At a wholesale price of less than five Gold Coins a bottle, he’d have to drink until he puked to use them all up.
Influenced by his senior, Amadis, and her philosophy that "money is power," he had made a special strategic purchase at the Blackthorn Store.
He had spent about two to three thousand Gold Coins to purchase ten Tier Two Magic Shield Scrolls and one Tier Three Magic Shield Scroll.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to buy a Tier Four Magic Shield Scroll; the price was just so staggering he couldn’t afford it at the moment.
Furthermore, he had spent another two thousand Gold Coins on a Tier Three Chain Lightning Scroll and a Tier Three Great Fireball Skill Scroll, both of which he kept as life-saving trump cards.
He just hadn’t used a single one of these Scrolls yet. He had blocked the old Shaman’s great Fireball using the Tide’s Tear’s Water Curtain Shield, which cost him practically nothing.
These trump cards were the source of his confidence in coming to wipe out the Bloodfang Tribe alone.
Therefore, he really couldn’t be bothered with a mere Tier One Magic Shield Ring. He might as well let the Bone Shaman keep it for its own protection.
However, the ring might accidentally slip off its fleshless fingers. To prevent this, he thoughtfully threaded it onto a string and hung it around its neck. He would let it recharge the ring itself after use.
After dealing with his newly acquired general, the Bone Shaman, Lynch turned his gaze to the war Barbaric Beast.
This type of war Barbaric Beast had low intelligence to begin with. Having lost its master’s command, it had long since gone berserk under the siege of the Sea of Skulls.
Although it was tough-skinned, immensely strong, and could shatter several Skeletons with each charge or stomp, its struggles grew increasingly futile against the fearless Undead that swarmed it relentlessly.
Bone Shield "Steel Plate" led the Guard Skeletons, steadily advancing and continuously compressing the beast’s room to move.
Meanwhile, Bone Spear Haymen commanded its squad of Javelin throwers, subjecting the beast to continuous ranged attacks.
Finally, with a sorrowful cry, the enormous beast, riddled with bone spears, crashed to the ground.
While he was on a hot streak, Lynch immediately cast Skeleton Resurrection Skill on it.
Soon, a war Barbaric Beast Skeleton staggered to its feet amidst the blood and gore. Its huge, empty eye sockets were pitch-black, with no trace of Soul Fire to be found.
"Er..."
’Oh well. It’s good enough as a mount or a meat shield.’
Lynch consoled himself.
Even if it was just a blank slate, the sheer size and skeletal strength of such a large unit had value in itself.
Then, with a thought, he assigned the Barbaric Beast Skeleton to the Bone Shaman.
Following Lynch’s command, the Bone Shaman clambered onto its back. But with no basket to sit in, it could only straddle the bony frame.
The Bone Shaman, holding its Magic Staff, wearing its feathered cloak and Shaman headdress, sat atop the tall Barbaric Beast Skeleton.
This whole look gave it the intimidating air of a "heavy magic unit" from an Undead Legion, its presence brimming with menace.
"Very good." Lynch nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand.
The Undead Army regrouped and surged toward the final area of the battlefield.
There, the goblin Chieftain Bloodfang was still putting up a desperate, final struggle.
