Viscountess Hilas Ugrihron stood on the veranda of her office, gazing at the night sky with a mix of worry and hope. She couldn't help but wonder what Ramiel was up to and if he would return safely in seven days. As she looked up, she saw the clouds forming intricate patterns, like a message from above. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
At the same time Ramiel was still fighting the Hamadryas baboons, his action attracted hundreds of these monkeys, and he has been swinging his weapon for hours now, but this was intentional as he was training his control to use his energy in a constant flow covering his entire body; there were even momentary bursts of random attack spells just manifesting from parts of his body that were unprotected, not just on his hands or palms. like an automatic, unconscious attack mechanism that he needs to master,
he can now cast small attack spells that don't need to come from his hands, With this new ability, the mage could now cast a variety of small attack spells without the need for hand gestures. This meant that he could be more stealthy in his approach, catching his enemies off guard with sudden bursts of magical energy. He experimented with different spells, from fireballs that shot out from his eyes to lightning bolts that emanated from his feet. The possibilities were endless, and he felt a renewed sense of power and confidence. With this new skill, he could take on even the toughest foes with ease. However, he knew that he still had much to learn and practice before he could truly master this technique. But for now, he was content to revel in his newfound abilities and explore the limits of his magical potential.
Ramiels' actions were a bit despicable. but he discovered a new technique to manipulate the territorial nature of Hamadryas baboons and used it to his advantage. He would use them until they were exhausted in their pursuit of him, and then he would move on to the next group. The baboons, unfortunately, paid a heavy price for his experimental training methods.
nevertheless, he gained something new, even if he had to endure many of the Hamadryas baboon's onslaught until he reached an area that made him rethink his strategy again, he was happy and proud to obtain a new fighting style,,
but after seeing a horde of death knights that could also use magic on an open 50-acre flat land field with a commander type leader waiting at the back and the area was like created with structures that seemed to look like a huge stage, while the surrounding outside the 50-acres that was not part of the arena was filled with Chewlian flesh-eating plants and other poisonous and toxic vines that could kill a war troll within seconds in the most painful way.
As Ramiel walked through the area, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The structures that surrounded him looked like they were designed for combat, with sharp edges and towering heights. It was as if I had stumbled upon an ancient arena, long forgotten by time. But the real danger lay in the surrounding vegetation. The mutated Chewlian flesh-eating plants were unlike anything he had ever seen before, their razor-sharp teeth glistening in the sunlight. And the toxic vines that coiled around them seemed to pulse with malevolent energy, ready to strike at any moment. Ramiel had no choice but to go through the hoard of Death Knights, thinking this might be his greatest challenge.
One death knight was considered a calamity by itself, with a similar level of 1700., and those were normal death knights; this doesn't include commander and general-type death knights. Ramiel took a deep breath and steeled himself for what lay ahead. He knew that going through the hoard of Death Knights would be no easy feat, but he had no choice. As he approached the first of the knights, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. With each step,
he grew more confident, drawing on his years of training and experience to guide him through this perilous journey. The first few death knights were dispatched with ease, but as Ramiel delved deeper into the hoard, he encountered more powerful foes. He fought with all his might, using every martial art at his disposal to defeat each one in turn.
Despite the odds stacked against him, even if he was about to die, the sixth Death Knight that challenged him stepped back and groan with disappointment as Ramiel saw his primary weapon shattered upon impact. The sixth Death Knight was overwhelmingly powerful.
Even with their power, Death Knights were created by thousands of warrior souls, similar to Homunculus's Imperial HellGuard command. Even if all of his commanders attacked together, they were still no match for the sixth Death Knight he faced, brutal Yes, powerful, definitely, but this horde was peculiarly honourable and respectful in the weirdest way,.
lack of breathable air and constant change in gravity he was able to overcome, the harsh weather and nonstop attacks from so many monsters, killing and decimating vast numbers of a monster, made him stronger, even obtaining a new form of a conscious enchantment attack.
Ramiel refused to give up. He knew that failure was not an option and that he had to keep pushing forward no matter what. Ramiel's unwavering determination was the driving force behind his refusal to give up. He understood that success often requires perseverance and resilience in the face of adversity. Despite encountering numerous obstacles along the way, Ramiel remained focused on his goal and refused to be deterred by setbacks.
He drew strength from his inner resolve and used it to fuel his efforts, pushing himself harder with each passing day. His commitment to excellence was evident in every aspect of his work, as he poured his heart and soul into everything he did. Through sheer determination and a never-say-die attitude,
Ramiel never settled for mediocrity, always pushing himself to go above and beyond what was expected. Through countless setbacks and obstacles, he never lost sight of his goals, using each challenge as an opportunity to grow and learn. His perseverance paid off in the end, as he achieved what many thought was impossible.
Ramiel's story is a testament to the power of hard work and determination, a reminder that anything is possible if you're willing to put in the effort. proving that with hard work and dedication, anything is possible. His inspiring example serves as a reminder that success is not just about talent or luck but also about grit and determination.
He was never attacked discriminately; the 12-foot Death Knight even pointed toward a spot where countless different kinds of weapons were scattered all over the place. As the hulking behemoth drove its sword on the granite floor and waited for him to make his move to attack,
this made him think hard seeing that there were no other monsters daring to attack him while inside the arena, he took the opportunity to check the area but his eyes were always on high alert, forty death knights stood silently in military formation the only thing that moves there its eyes and the sounds of their heavy breathing,
Ramiel saw a chest filled with healing potions and medicine, he was even able to get items of clothing from dead remains, but due to lack of resources he had no choice, but the moment he touches a weapon the Death Knight suddenly changes its energy into an attack stance, but the moment he removes his hand they all return back to normal
Ramiel started to make a small tent in the zone, he couldn't help but notice the abundance of material outside. It was as if nature had provided everything he needed for his stay., as he gathered the materials, his mind wandered to the possibility that this might be something that the Guardian of the sacred root created. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. The hundreds of weapons scattered all over the area confirmed that this was indeed the last place where those adventurers and hunters took their last stand. It was a sobering reminder of how dangerous this zone could be. As he settled into my tent, surrounded by nature's gifts and relics of past battles, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and respect for those who had come before me. It was a humbling experience to be in such a place, and he knew that they would have to tread carefully if they wanted to survive in this zone.
Death Knight sanding on his way and countless strong monster at the back, surviving this place is actually a death march to anybody who are step foot in it. that make it nearly impossible to navigate. The air is thick with a foul stench, and the ground is littered with bones and other remnants of those who have failed to survive. Despite all of this, there are still those who seek to conquer this place, driven by the promise of untold riches and legendary artefacts said to be hidden within its depths. But they do so at their own peril,
As he sat under his makeshift tent, he closed his eyes and focused on his breath. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the distant chirping of birds helped him to clear his mind. He tried to suppress his thirst by imagining a cool stream flowing nearby and the sound of water trickling over rocks. He felt a sense of peace wash over him as he continued to meditate. The sun beat down on him, but he didn't feel its heat as intensely as before. He felt more in tune with nature and more connected to the world around him. As he opened his eyes, he felt rejuvenated and ready to continue on his battle.
He was not just hearing it; there was actual clean water in the area. As he trekked further into the area and continued on his path, he thought about how lucky he was to finally find clean water from a small, undisturbed fountain in this arena, He dipped his hand into the cool water and brought it to his lips, savouring the taste of purity. and revel in the simple joy of finding clean water in an otherwise unpredictable and dangerous landscape.
and just used this opportunity to hone his skill and on a daily basis to challenge all forty-four Death Knight One by one until he would defeated them all within seven days because this was the only thing he can do as Grandpa Tang said before
" Adapt, Learn, Overcome, and Survive"