Chapter 1010: Mud Lizards
Seeing that this approach worked, Leon kept casting spells. With ice and fire attacking from both sides, and after carefully calculating the effects, he realized that when low-level fire and frost spells collided, equal forces would annihilate each other, drastically weakening the Moonlight Deer's power. The dozen or so energy orbs hanging from its antlers were also completely shattered...
In less than ten minutes, the Moonlight Deer let out a mournful screech and collapsed like a small mountain. Its body was covered in wounds from frost and fire, half its neck blown apart, blood gushing out like a river...
Meanwhile, the Mage Legion and Reina were about to finish their battle. The Legion's pure fire and Reina's pure frost combined for devastating effect against the Moonlight Deer.
Attacking from both sides, they reduced the Moonlight Deer's strength to less than half. After a dozen minutes, this Moonlight Deer was impaled through the neck by a massive flaming spear and an ice spike over ten meters thick, both at once...
On the other side, all the spells unleashed by Anderson turned into fire, while the patched alchemical golems cast only frost magic.
With attacks from both sides, their results were no worse than the Mage Legion—if anything, even more ferocious...
"Damn bastard, come on, taste Lord Anderson's magic..."
After being suppressed for so long, nearly sliced apart by Radiant Moon Blades several times, Anderson was getting twitchy, casting spells with wild laughter.
All the Moonlight Deer's energy orbs were destroyed, and its body was covered in wounds.
A layer of green wind swirled around Hubert's body, making him agile—nothing like a typical orc. He leapt from the ground, swinging Slaughter, and smashed it hard into the Moonlight Deer's knee.
A yellow halo suddenly appeared on Slaughter, doubling its weight. Ripples spread out from the hammer, expanding in waves...
"Crack..."
With a sound like metal shattering, Hubert's brute force smashed the Moonlight Deer's knee, throwing its balance off.
But Hubert, like a flea, bounced to the other side. In less than five seconds, he had broken all four of the Moonlight Deer's legs, then leapt onto its head and started pounding its skull.
Loud bangs echoed one after another, shockwaves rippling from the Moonlight Deer's head. The heavily wounded beast rolled its eyes, and after a few seconds, couldn't even cry out—just convulsed wildly on the ground, flinging Hubert off...
Hubert, eyes red, thought the Moonlight Deer was about to make a dying counterattack. But before he could charge again, he saw it lying there, twitching, eyes rolled back—completely dead...
Hubert scratched his head, looking confused, and dumbly asked:
"Dead?"
Anderson rolled his eyes, all three faces looking at the Moonlight Deer with sympathy.
"Damn, a perfectly good Sky Rank magical beast—even if it's just a pseudo Sky Rank, it's still Sky Rank. And right before it died, Hubert smacked it so hard it went crazy. What a pity..."
Leon glanced at the Moonlight Deer's skull—its skin was pulped, blood seeping into the bone. The bone itself wasn't shattered, but the beast's brain had been scrambled by that brute force...
With the battle over, everyone was left shaken. If Leon hadn't discovered the Moonlight Deer's weakness, they'd all be in serious danger today.
At first, everyone thought these were the weakest of their rank—after all, only relatively weak magical beasts tend to group up. The strong ones are almost always loners.
Who could've guessed these would be three tough bones—so troublesome they nearly dragged everyone to their deaths here.
Now, with the fight finally over, nobody felt tired. Eyes red, everyone rushed to deal with the three Moonlight Deer corpses.
Light-element Sky Rank magical beasts—and the Moonlight Deer's hide is the best material for making magic scrolls. Nobody here thinks you can ever have too much of that.
Each Moonlight Deer was dozens of meters tall. Even though only a small part of their hides remained intact, that small part could still be used to make dozens of magic scrolls. The best-preserved hide from one deer could yield over a hundred scrolls.
And these aren't low-level scrolls—they're all seventh- or eighth-level magic scrolls. Advanced healing spells from light magic are sometimes more useful than life potions, especially the eighth-level spell 'Limb Regeneration.' That's something no potion can do.
With these materials, everyone's safety will be greatly improved. As long as they're not killed instantly, almost nobody will die.
Three or four consecutive eighth-level healing spells—even if your head gets chopped off, as long as it's reattached immediately, you won't die...
Hubert, who fights like a maniac but is terrified of dying when not fighting, now squatted off to the side, watching the Mage Legion process the loot, insisting Leon give him three eighth-level healing scrolls.
From now on, he'd fight with three half-meter-long magic scrolls strapped to his back—every time he got hurt, he'd tear one open... then another...
"Archmage Leon Merlin, just give me half as many life potions—I'll trade the rest for magic scrolls, okay?"
Leon was busy dealing with the Moonlight Deer corpses, while Hubert chattered endlessly behind him, covered in blood and not caring at all. Just talking about magic scrolls made his eyes go green...
After collecting the Moonlight Deer's blood, Leon glanced speechlessly at Hubert, noticing the magical runes reappearing on Hubert's skin, and nodded casually.
Hubert's runes surfaced again, which surprised Leon. Either Hubert was absurdly lucky, or his bloodline was just too strong—even bathing in divine-demon blood only temporarily suppressed it.
But it made sense. Dragonblood Orcs are rare, and Hubert's bloodline was already exceptional. He'd fused with the blood of three Golden Dragons—the strongest of the five-colored dragons. A single drop could boost his bloodline by several levels.
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Then he fused with the heart blood of an Ancient Venom Dragon—far older than the five-colored dragons. Back in the age of gods and demons, Ancient Venom Dragons roamed Northend World, and even gods and demons feared their power.
After fusing two different dragon bloods, Hubert's bloodline grew so powerful that even divine-demon blood couldn't suppress it anymore. Still, breaking through to Eighth-Rank Sword Saint just by overpowering the suppression—he really was absurdly lucky...
With Leon's promise in hand, Hubert grinned ear to ear and ran off.
Everyone rushed to process the Moonlight Deer corpses—the blood and hide had to be handled as quickly as possible to preserve their potency. Delay, and the magic would fade away, losing its effect.
Once the hide and blood were taken care of, the antlers were harvested. Properly processed, they made the finest natural light-element staves. Even ground up, the antlers were top-tier potion ingredients.
They could be used to make light potions, Heart of Light elixirs, evil-dispelling draughts, healing potions...
All of them could use the Moonlight Deer's antlers...
Other than that, the Moonlight Deer didn't have much else of special value.
Still, these three were all pseudo Sky Rank beasts, so every part was precious—even the meat. Except for dark mages and necromancers, eating it could drive out negative effects, and long-term consumption could build resistance to them...
After collecting everything, everyone took life potions to heal up. Once their mana was mostly restored, they set off again.
Half a day later, they ran into an Earth Bear. Leon tested the weakness he'd discovered earlier and confirmed that the same vulnerability applied to all these pseudo Sky Rank magical beasts.
These magical beasts are poorly adapted to extreme environments—especially when both ice and fire are present, their combat power drops sharply. If elemental annihilation occurs, their strength drops even more.
Now Leon could easily kill one of these pseudo Sky Rank beasts alone. With his team, their hunting speed soared.
In just three or four days, they'd hunted eight pseudo Sky Rank magical beasts, and their stockpile of magic crystals kept growing.
Just then, the specter tracking the Henry Family brought new intel.
Until now, there hadn't been much useful news from the Henry Family—just routine hunting and beast slaying.
But now, the specter's report brought a change.
The Henry Family had found six Mud Lizards. Normally, these beasts only reach level ten—fifteen at most—and live in swamps, especially muddy ones. Mud Lizards hunt by lying in mud, waiting for prey to come searching for water.
But these six Mud Lizards were each over a hundred meters long, massive, covered in thick mud armor with terrifying defense. Their attacks were just as fearsome—one slap could shatter a twenty-meter-high boulder. Combined with their earth magic, the Henry Family was in a dire situation...
Through the specter's shared vision, Leon saw it all clearly. Somehow, the Henry Family had enraged the six Mud Lizards, who surrounded them in a small valley, seemingly dead set on wiping them out.
Normally, Mud Lizards hate prolonged fights and direct confrontations. They're ambush predators—if prey fights back too hard, even if the lizard is stronger, it'll give up rather than risk a real battle.
They're extremely lazy beasts—calculating every bit of effort versus reward. If the cost is even slightly high, even if the payoff is worth it, they won't bother. Only when a fight promises big rewards for little effort will a Mud Lizard get involved.
After these days of fighting, Leon had confirmed that all these pseudo Sky Rank beasts, for some unknown reason, had leveled up from the teens to pseudo Sky Rank, but their habits and traits hadn't changed much.