Swiss!
A massive hole opened right in the middle of Darothil's forehead, and he fell backward peacefully, to unite with his loved ones.
Eric felt he had killed enough for a day.
The smell of blood and the sight of so many dead bodies lying densely packed with grotesque wounds and gore was making even him want to vomit.
He held back his nausea and quickly sped up toward his latest dream girl, toward the sweetest-smelling, gorgeous green-haired and green-eyed Elf.
After taking a shameless deep breath of the pleasant-smelling, graceful, and elegant Elf, Eric finally calmed down.
Elara swiftly turned deep-red from head to toe. She felt butterflies fluttering inside her stomach and couldn't form any proper thought, so she simply kept her head down and avoided any eye contact.
Eric felt his mouth twitch. 'Shouldn't she at least be disgusted?'
After being speechless for a while, Eric sighed, noticing how Elara was completely indifferent to the entire bloodbath all around them.
This was the effect of hooking themselves to something or someone too deeply, and so they received an immunity buff to almost everything—at least against psychological debuffs.
Just like Elara here, who was completely fine with so much blood and corpses despite being a 'flower' before this day, and 'he', who was currently on probation toward becoming the Final Evil Boss, was already feeling sick from the smell of a mere thousand corpses.
He was pathetic!
Lysandra frowned a little as she didn't quite understand what had just happened with the Tribal Chief's son at the last moment, but she stopped thinking about it, as it might be that he was just mentally too devastated watching his entire tribe in such a grotesque state, and being out of Mana also disturbs one psychologically.
She then wondered what the next person would show her, as the true battle was only beginning for the naive, cute children. Hehe.
While Eric was finally calming down after killing another Mana Wielder before he could even become one, Lysandra cried out with her signature panic-filled tone, "Ayo, another one has escaped! She is only at the early stage of Rank 1 Warrior. Do your best, both of you! This mother has complete faith in her children and son-in-law!"
Eric rolled his eyes, but he also turned serious.
Warriors are far stronger than Mages at earlier stages, as they get far superior advantages in agility, constitution, and strength—Mana or not, as long as they have stamina, they are still very powerful.
Eric had no interest in trying his luck against this new Dark Elf in melee combat. So, he swiftly prepared his bow with three arrows. He also gave a quick nod to Elara to attack as well.
Elara was feeling very happy and satisfied with Lysandra's 'declaration,' but she knew what was coming, and so she also turned solemn while pulling back her bowstring.
Within moments, the Dark Elf Warrior arrived, but she was already gasping for breath, almost as if she was out of stamina as well.
Similar to Darothil, when she saw the carnage at their tribe's gate, she shrieked toward the sky and charged toward both Eric and Elara.
Elara's face flushed—not due to embarrassment but for the opposite. She was furious at this shameless woman, who was completely naked, including her lower body!
Eric was dazed. He wasn't bothered by nakedness, but the jiggling effects… And this one had much larger assets than the chief's daughter!
He no longer knew where to shoot. It was oddly a very attractive sight—not because of his sexual preference but because the jiggle was too perfect! Not exaggerated or ugly jiggling, just the appropriate amount—perhaps because she was a Warrior. Even without using her Mana to control them, her breasts and the jiggles were far too perfect compared to a pure Mage's…
Unlike Eric, who was mesmerized by his hormonal effects, Elara was enraged.
Before Eric could even come to his senses, Elara released a barrage of arrows and turned the pretty Dark Elf woman into a beehive.
Elara shot the Dark Elf dead so fast that Eric felt she was even faster than when they were nearly ganged up by naked mortals.
Elara couldn't stay calm over the shameless Dark Elf woman.
Previously, when she and Eric were shooting arrows at countless naked men and women, they were too focused, and the Dark Elves were dying in bunches, so neither of them was too bothered. But now that it was a sole naked, pretty Dark Elf woman shamelessly displaying herself to Eric, Elara could no longer hold back.
Only 'she' was allowed to be in such a state in front of Eric—not some random woman!
Eric glanced speechlessly at Elara's fuming expression and smartly decided to avoid making any comment.
Just as both of them relaxed, a similar yelp reached their ears.
"Ahh, both of you, hang on! Another two early-stage Rank 1 Warriors are charging toward your location. Don't worry about me—I'm doing fine here. Good luck!"
Eric and Elara's faces convulsed.
They wanted to complain, but both Warriors had already arrived at the village gate.
And so, another battle broke out.
Eric took it very seriously this time, as it was two naked Mana Wielders vs. two clothed mortals.
Dealing with two Warriors would only be possible if Eric and Elara didn't let them get closer. Otherwise, fighting two Mana Wielders in close combat was guaranteed suicide for them.
And so, volleys of arrows were shot.
Thankfully, for whatever reason, none of the Warriors had arrived with a weapon nor picked one up along the way—otherwise, even if they threw someone's shoe or sword toward the two overly confident mortals, the difficulty would reach new heights, forcing Eric and Elara to dodge everywhere without being able to aim properly.
So, after some difficulty, they finally managed to put down both Warriors before they could even reach halfway toward their location.
And just as Eric expected, another panicked voice arrived from far away, and another two early-stage Rank 1s appeared.
After those two, with almost no break in between, more—half-naked to fully naked—Dark Elf early-stage Rank 1 Mana Wielders kept arriving.
Eric and Elara had no time to thunder at the sky for the 'injustice' they were forced to face by the cougar-like sadistic demoness.
They continued shooting arrows after arrow, almost as if they'd gone crazy. They were even forced to fight three early-stage Rank 1 Mana Wielders all at once!
After a long time, both Eric and Elara had killed over three dozen early-stage Mana Wielders. Even Eric was feeling that both his hands might just fall off from being so tired and strained.
As they gasped for breath and were about to shout at the demonic cougar that they were leaving and returning to Ringwood Town to rest, a similarly 'extremely panicked' voice rang out.
"Eric, Elara, I'm almost done here. I-I've successfully killed the powerful chief! Only a few are left! But I-I'm sorry—another one is heading your way, and this one is a bit of a tough nut for you chicks to crack, as he's a mid-stage Rank 1 Warrior! Good luck surviving him—or at least hold him back for another 30 minutes before I'm done with the rest and come for your rescue!"
Eric—and even Elara—wanted to vomit. Half an hour surviving against a mid-stage Warrior was far more difficult than surviving another horde of madly charging, naked mortals!
By now, after killing so many Mana Wielders while still just mortals, both Eric and Elara had become somewhat numb in their hearts.
They no longer felt panic or nervousness facing any early-stage opponents.
Even Elara felt she was now confident enough to kill an early-stage Mana Wielder in close combat while relying only on her bow and combat skills.
Without realizing when, both Eric and Elara had turned completely at ease with fighting people far beyond their current league—something rarely seen around the world.
Lysandra had this goal from the beginning.
Eric aside, she wanted to train Elara, who had been living like a flower until this day.
Since she had decided to make Elara a Mana Wielder after they returned to their palace in the Elven Continent, Elara had to use the current opportunity to increase her mortal stats as much as possible, as this would reduce the difficulty of further training after becoming a Mana Wielder.
Fighting while being pushed to extremes was one of the fastest ways to improve in all stats, as these kinds of difficult situations pull everything out of a person and touch upon all their stats—including intelligence. And fighting people beyond one's league is always one of the best ways to improve.
The current situation was perfect for training Elara's spirit and increasing her stats toward the peak of mortal stats—which Eric was almost at.
As for this mid-stage Rank 1 Warrior, it was mostly to force both Eric and Elara to realize just how much even a minor rank difference was a massive improvement compared to the previous stage.
It would be a deadly situation for both Eric and Elara if they thought being just a minor rank higher was nothing to worry about, since they had already killed dozens of early-stage opponents.
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After Lysandra gave Eric and Elara the warning, the mid-stage Rank 1 Warrior instantly appeared near the gate.
Elara had gone numb to these naked people after killing so many of them, but Eric couldn't hold back and started laughing.
There was a similar dark rod loosely dangling on the current Dark Elf uncle who had just arrived.
Elara, who wanted to accompany Eric in every step, also took the chance to giggle together with him—though she had no idea what he was laughing about.
Riya snorted, "What, you think you're different? How about you fight naked, Eric? I'll cheer you on!"
Eric shook his head while chuckling, "The entire point is—I'm not! At least I have my bat and balls covered!"
Riya also tittered, "Well, it's you guys who are at fault here, disturbing their org-y ceremony."
The Dark Elf who had arrived had broader shoulders, was taller, and looked older compared to previous Mana Wielders—more like a middle-aged Dark Elf.
Eric wasn't surprised and realized that Warriors tended to have much broader and bigger bodies than Mages. Perhaps it was because they focused more on training strength and constitution.
But according to Bella Noll, one's figure might not change much just due to their stats.
For example, Bella Noll herself had far higher stats than most peak Apprentice Ranks, as she was a Mystical Knight. Although, as she grew older, many of her physical stats had declined and degenerated, and she could no longer release all her strength and agility like she used to—but her figure hadn't been bulkier or gigantic even in the past when Eric had arrived at the orphanage.
Lysandra was the same… Never mind—with a 9-foot height, Eric was certain she could trample all bodybuilders from Earth.
Just like his predecessor, when the mid-stage Rank 1 Warrior arrived, he gaped at the 'slaughter-gate' that filled him with horror, dread, and shattered his heart.
He raised his head toward the sky and released a long, agony-filled howl.
Tears ran from his darkish-red eyes, but he was older and much more level-headed. He soon understood what might have happened and also deduced the obvious culprits—one young human male and another similarly young High Elf girl—both of whom were currently laughing at the Umbran Wildfolk's miserable and mournful fate, which they had delivered by butchering countless innocent and good people of the tribe!
The entire Umbran Wildfolk tribe's big, happy family had perished silently and with such cruelty! And it was also obvious just how painfully every single one of them had died.
They were such good people—who always supported each other, even sacrificing their own happiness and comfort for their fellow tribe members—and now all these wonderful people had disappeared silently in such a humiliating and ruthless way.
So many beautiful memories had been violently torn apart by this human and High Elf couple—and they were both laughing!
How could he take this?!
The mid-stage Rank 1 Warrior released another loud, anguished cry toward the sky and charged toward the two cruel, cunning, ruthless, and heartless bastards.
Eric and Elara, who had been laughing at the Dark Elves' tribe's pathetic fate, suddenly felt cold chills run through their entire backs.
Both of them knew that, as a mid-stage Warrior, his stats were theoretically double those of the previous ones they had just killed by the dozens. But knowing, guessing, and visualizing were one thing—physically experiencing the real thing was another!
Right now, both Eric and Elara came to realize that even a minor rank difference was a 'huge' difference!
It was a completely different entity altogether. Early-stage and mid-stage opponents couldn't be put into the same category!
Also, the current Dark Elf's rage, fury, and resentment were directly pointed at Eric and Elara. His charge was also extremely barbaric, using his full strength and agility, making him look far scarier than any previous Mana Wielder they had killed.
Currently, the mid-stage Rank 1 Dark Elf was charging at Eric and Elara like a demonic beast—using all four limbs to run.
Not only that, but he was also using the countless dead bodies lying around as springboards to transform his strength into speed.
It was terrifying to watch.
Eric estimated that this Dark Elf would reach them within just two to three seconds—and he also had a feeling that this Dark Elf was charging straight toward him!