Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Chapter 665: Sand Servant

The sandstorm vortex spun rapidly, condensing and forming, emitting a deep and dense metallic friction sound.

In an instant, three tall, heavy figures, their bodies shimmering with a dark metallic luster, surrounded Duke like the most loyal guardians.

They were nearly three meters tall, with outlines similar to humans but bulkier, featuring intricate layered joints and eye sockets burning with cold dark gold flames on their heads.

Though they hadn’t formed weapons yet, their massive fists made of countless compressed metal sand grains were terrifying heavy blunt weapons in themselves.

The Sand Servant at the front, facing the direction of the incoming spear, reacted with astonishing speed.

It seemed to have a premonition of danger, and the moment it took shape, it lowered its center of gravity and boldly thrust its crossed arms forward.

The enormous dark gold arms, like two tower shields brought together, blocked the inevitable path of the moonlight spear.

"Boom——!!!"

A crash ten times more intense than any previous collisions exploded in the forest.

The intense silvery moonlight fiercely clashed, annihilated, and splattered with the dark, heavy metallic sand light, creating a terrifying shockwave that radiated outward, blowing away and shattering all the fallen leaves, moss, and small shrubs within ten meters.

The tip of the moonlight spear plunged deeply into the crossed arms of the Sand Servant, embedding nearly half a foot.

The violent moonlight energy attached to the spear frantically eroded, trying to tear apart the sand body, producing an ear-piercing sizzling sound, as the silver and dark gold lights fiercely intertwined.

However, the body of the Sand Servant, formed by highly compressed metallic yellow sand, was far tougher than expected.

Strangely, the sand particles around the part penetrated by the spear wriggled, compressed, and devoured the invading moonlight energy crazily.

The dark gold light continuously flowed, steadily digesting the intense moonlight.

The massive body of the Sand Servant was pushed back over five meters by the terrifying impact, plowing two deep furrows into the ground, with noticeable dents and cracks appearing at the crossed arms, sand grains cascading down.

But it, stopped it.

The dark gold flame in its eye sockets just flickered violently, not extinguishing.

It stood like an insurmountable metallic wall, firmly protecting Duke behind it.

"What?!" This time, the startled shout came from the Level 2 Elf Warrior, his once determined face now fully transformed into shock and incredulity.

He was, after all, a Level 2 Life, and even a casual strike shouldn’t have been stopped by a summon from a Level 1 human Wizard.

Moreover, this Level 2 Elf Warrior’s strike was deliberate, its power shouldn’t have been something an ordinary Level 1 Life could withstand.

Yet these three enormous, bizarre yellow sand summons managed to block his strike, completely beyond his expectations.

Duke’s eyes lit up, as he had summoned the Sand Servant with testing intentions to block this attack, outperforming his expectations.

The body of the Sand Servant itself, composed of metallic yellow sand, was extremely strong.

Coupled with its energy absorption feature, it could absorb the energy contained in enemy attacks, further enhancing its defensive capabilities.

Moreover, with the empowerment of the giant ancient stone tablet’s power, the Sand Servant’s strength reached another level.

This Sand Servant was nearly invincible among Level 1 Lives, at least defensively, making it hard for any Level 1 Life to pose a threat to it.

The Qingyang Defense Energy Art Duke mastered was quite unconventional, though triggered by energy, the resulting Sword Qi behaved like a physical attack, as if a truly sharp giant sword slashed through.

Now it seemed that even against attacks from Level 2 Lives, the Sand Servant had formidable defensive capabilities.

Common tactics of Level 2 Lives couldn’t pose much threat to it, exceeding Duke’s prior estimations.

"What are these three suddenly appearing, mysterious metallic giants? Summons? Puppets? Why are there no indications of summoning or activation? Where did they come from? How can they be so sturdy, able to withstand his long-prepared full-force strike without collapsing?"

This completely overturned the Level 2 Elf Warrior’s understanding of human Wizard spell casting methods and combat rhythm.

As he was mentally shaken, Master Ted, who had been responding steadily without making a full attack, suddenly had his eyes filled with determination.

He had been waiting for this moment! Waiting for their strongest point to show a flaw or become restrained.

Master Ted always appeared to be contending with Silent Moonstorm while guarding against other directions, but most of his focus was locked onto this most threatening Level 2 warrior.

At this moment, he decisively launched a long-prepared counterattack.

He slapped an inconspicuous pouch on his waist with his left hand, launching three streaks of black light at a speed difficult for the naked eye to discern, not at the Elf Warrior’s body but in a triangular pattern toward the ground beneath him and by his side.

These were three fist-sized metal orbs, their surfaces covered with intricate alchemical patterns, that exploded upon contact with the ground.

Massive gouts of viscous, dark green luminous gel burst forth like a volcanic eruption, covering a seven to eight-meter radius around the Elf Warrior.

This gel emitted a pungent stench of corrosion, possessing strong adhesion, corrosive properties, and neuroparalytic toxins.

The Elf Warrior reacted swiftly, attempting to retreat the moment the black light shot out.

Yet Master Ted’s attack angle was extremely cunning, sealing his most convenient evasion route.

Although he unleashed silvery moonlight Fighting Spirit around him, forcibly shaking off most of the gel, some splattered gel still touched his shoes and pants.

His high-grade leather armor and Enchanted Boots immediately emitted sounds of corrosion, with a numbing sensation quickly spreading upward through his legs.

This was no ordinary toxin, holding significant threat even to a Level 2 Life.

"Damn it!" The Elf Warrior, both startled and enraged, retreated rapidly while slashing off the contaminated pant leg, circulating the moonlight energy within to dispel the paralyzing toxin.

Taking this opportunity, Duke slightly moved his Heart Thought, and the flames in the eye sockets of the three Sand Servants flashed simultaneously.

The frontal Sand Servant twisted its arms forcefully, with a crisp snap, breaking the moonlight spear, which had lost its owner’s continuous energy infusion, right at the crossed section.

Half of the spear shaft fell to the ground, its radiance quickly dimming.

The other two Sand Servants strode forward heavily, making deep thuds, like two moving hills, pressing in from left and right towards the remaining Dark Elves, who appeared flustered due to their leader’s setback.

They displayed no flashy skills, but their silent, metallic friction-laden steps and the dark luster on their fists brought unparalleled pressure.