Abel frowned. There's something odd about this quill rat. Maybe it was a pack leader. Talk about back luck. He didn't expect to see one right after getting out of the Rogue's Encampment.
It wasn't the worst situation to be in, though. Whether it was a pack leader or not, quill rats were the weakest hell creatures out there. The one Abel encountered just now was only a little bit harder to kill. Yeah, "harder to kill" as in it could be killed with five fireballs.
Wait a second. If it's just an ordinary quill rat, it could be killed with one or two fireballs that's not even upgraded. Abel's fireball was in level seven. If he had to use five of them to kill this pack leader, that means it was already stronger than a knight's commander in terms of its defensive capability.
The leader one used its final strength to let out a loud, terrible squeak, which spread far away from the Blood Moor. Just to be safe, Abel threw another fireball at the dying rat.
