A black wind swept by...
Before they knew it, their vision became blurry and their eyes lost all lustre. One by one, the bandits started falling onto the ground, devoid of all lifeforce.
One… ten… twenty… forty… all members of the Iron Blood Bandits dropped to the ground. It did not matter if they were Battle Apprentices or Battle Masters, all who were exposed to that ominous wind of energy had one end, death.
[Ding… You have committed a mischief, 75 points awarded]…
[Ding… you have committed a mischief,…. awarded]…
[Ding… mischief… awarded]…
[Ding… mischief…].
It was as if the system had gone crazy as he was bombarded with notifications. Killing that many bandits at once had rewarded him with a pretty sum.
Though Mischief points weren't all that he received, the numbers of bandits even if they were low level cannon fodder, was enough to fill his experience bar up.
