"These are the last bottles." Kenjaku gave Kevin and Hank a red and blue bottle.
The two didn't hesitate to drink them. Dylan, on the other hand, also took the HP potion and chugged it down his throat in one gulp.
Dylan nodded as he saw his health value slowly increase. 'Unfortunately, I've consumed the mana potions already. Next time, I'll make sure to buy in bulk.'
'Now, I need another ten goblins to level up to 11. That way, my mana and HP would instantly recover.'
That is the good perks of each level up. They instantly replenish the consumed mp and the hp to their full state.
Now though, how would he kill ten goblins without mana and with only his sword?
The average level of goblins is 7-9. Just as Dylan was busy thinking. More and more goblins appeared near Hank and Kevin.
"At this rate, we won't last longer!"
Kenjaku said with a grim expression. "Guys, we need to retreat or we'll be overwhelmed with this sea tactic."
Dylan didn't want to become baggage. He helped Kevin and Hank fend off the increasing numbers of goblins.
"My God, so this is the feeling of fighting endless fodders."
Dylan, who successfully dodged a sword, swung at him and tried to sidestep in an attempt to evade another two swords. In the end, he was a little slower. One of them aimed at his neck and was about to pierce him. The most he could do was to move at his best to avoid any vital points.
As a result, Dylan got pierced in the chest. Almost near his heart. The other sword went through his shoulder. Dylan cried out in pain. He was dizzy at this moment and he felt weak. Blood continuously poured out from his chest and shoulders.
Hank, who saw Dylan's fate, couldn't help but curse. "Damn it!"
Kenjaku took a deep breath. Then, disappeared from his position and reappeared beside the unsuspecting goblin that was about to attack Dylan again
A glint of white light. Kenjaku crossed his dagger and newly separated the madly grinning goblin's head from its neck.
Suddenly, Kenjaku felt his mana and hp become full again. He couldn't help but smile. Every time this happens, NPCs know they've successfully broken through the bottleneck. The full restoration of HP and mana out of nowhere was their one major indication.
After all, NPCs didn't know the concept of level-up or experience points. They only know that they can become strong by killing monsters or creatures stronger than them.
Kenjaku appeared in front of Dylan and said. "I'll cover you. Once any of us dies, we'll be fucked. Actually, I dislike you for becoming useless in the end. However, we're in the same boat now."
Honestly, Kenjaku had a scheme to make Dylan bait to escape. However, he was aware that it wouldn't solve the current situation because the number of goblins was just too much.
Dylan nodded and didn't hesitate to hide behind a tree to recuperate. The shadows of the tree made his figure a little vague. He looked at the holes inflicted on his chest and shoulder. Now, his clothes were full of bloody mess. Due to adrenaline, he doesn't really feel that much pain compared to the initial pain when the swords penetrated him.
'Once the adrenaline wore off, the pain might make me lose consciousness...'
He looked at the battlefield. He saw how Kenjaku fought with a renewed ferociousness. Kenjaku's fighting style leaned more on finding openings and opportunities. He doesn't mindlessly swing his dagger.
He dodges, conserves energy, and lets the enemies attack. Once he finds an opening, a head would fly out. Dylan had to admit that it was indeed an efficient way of fighting.
'It seems I still need more experience in battle. This isn't like a game at all where I control the character with mouse and keyboard behind a screen.'
Kevin, on the other hand, fights gracefully, much like himself. Every movement was flashy and cool without much intention but to look good. If not for him being level 15, killing one or two goblins would be already considered good.
On the other hand, Hank and the Savage Deer fought with the standard Berserker Style. Unbridled, injury for injury, and pound for pound. It was a blood-boiling battle.
Dylan found that with Kenjaku's assistance and command. Hank and Kevin became more coordinated and purposeful with their moves. They managed to barely defend themselves against the onslaught of goblins that surrounded them from all directions. But Dylan knew that this stalemate wouldn't last long.
Then, Dylan shifted his gaze to his Savage Deer. It was as savage as ever. The savage deer wasn't afraid of the swords. The grievous wounds had accumulated on its body, impairing its mobility. Still, it fearlessly moved forward and killed another goblin using the pointed edge of its antlers.
At this rate, Dylan knew that the Savage Deer would die which would be a pity. A living Savage Deer was more useful than a dead one.
Yes, he would obtain its skills. However, he would lose a level 9 companion. The Savage Deer was useful because as long it fought, the level of the skills it possessed also went up. It's a huge help on the battlefield because it's not afraid of death
On the other side, not far away from the Savage Deer, Orochi threw a kick, which sent a goblin that intends to sneak attack behind him. One punch, one kick, and a goblin would lose their life. Orochi was literally a killing machine due to the gap in level between the goblins and him.
A level 30 versus a bunch of level 7-9 goblins? Even without mana, with his basic attributes alone, Orochi wasn't at a disadvantage.
Then, Dylan saw Orochi appear behind a goblin and grasped its head. His face, as expressionless as ever, pulled the head of the goblin from its head with his bare hands.
The goblin screamed in agony. With a hideous expression, Its throat snapped from the force before its head was even completely pulled out.
Even Dylan, who wasn't green and saw a lot of deaths, felt like vomiting. 'Shit, that was too graphic and barbaric.'