You Might Die If I Cast My Healing Spell

Lin Ye was confused.

‘Isn’t this… Primordial Hive?’

‘Wait no.’

‘It should be called the Primordial Gravel Tribe!’

Lin Ye frowned as he looked at the Gravel Tribe’s stronghold on the mountainside, the dense horde of orcs wandering around, and the little demons flying around in the sky.

‘Sh*t.’

‘One versus thousands of orcs and thousands of demons…’

‘Can I win this fight?’

‘Should I just give up?’

After all, this place wasn’t Primordial Hive. There was no clear indication that he could resurrect infinitely until he cleared the dungeon or gave up halfway…

While he was thinking, a group of orcs from the Gravel Tribe who were patrolling the forest noticed him. They decisively pulled out their weapons and charged at Lin Ye.

“Ji Ji Ji! The mud is too beautiful!”

“Break away from Garat!”

Seeing this, Lin Ye also summoned his Hidden Moon and quickly retreated while observing the orcs’ attack patterns.

As expected.

The situation here was exactly the same as that in Primordial Hive.

They had no skills or equipment. If they wanted to kill the enemy, they had to use the most primitive cold weapons and fight in close combat.

The martial arts techniques left behind by the ancient ancestors would also play an extremely powerful role at this moment. It was even more effective than Mythical skills…

After understanding the situation, Lin Ye raised his hand and used the movement and swordsmanship that he had trained in Primordial Hive to easily defeat this group of Gravel Tribe orcs.

He examined the bodies of the orcs and found that he could take their equipment and weapons and put them on himself.

At this moment.

All of Lin Ye’s defensive equipment had lost their effects, and his defense depended on the thickness of his clothes. Instead of wearing a soft corpse demon Warlock robe, it was better to strip off an orc’s plate armor.

As for weapons…

Even if Moonblade’s equipment effects were sealed…

Its sharpness was still far beyond the Long Knives and Hammers the Gravel Tribe’s orcs used.

So there was no need to change.

‘Uh… Although it’s easy to fight an orc who’s traveling alone, it’ll be troublesome to attack the tribe’s stronghold and deal with the demons of hell with unknown abilities.’

‘Can I do this on my own?’

‘Or should I just give up?’

Lin Ye started to carefully consider this question again.

‘Or?’

‘Use some tactics?’

‘Assassin’s Creed style: sneak into the orc village, and kill the last Boss?’

‘How about a war of attrition? Kill a few orcs, draw them away, and then destroy them one by one?’

After thinking about it, Lin Ye felt that these two plans were unrealistic. When the difference in strength between the two sides wasn’t that big, whoever had more people would be the one with justice. Schemes and tricks wouldn’t work at all.

“As expected,”

“It’s better to give up.”

‘Although I didn’t get a Godkiller-level reward for clearing a one-time secret dungeon, I got a Mythical-level item and an insane equipment ability like ‘United As One’. It’s good enough for now.’

Lin Ye wasn’t greedy; he knew he should stop while he was still ahead.

So, Lin Ye made up his mind to walk around the Gravel Tribe’s stronghold and kill a few teams of black-skinned orcs that were far away from the main group to see if there was anything that he could use to “cheat”.

After confirming that there were no shortcuts, he would decisively leave the dungeon.

If there was, then he’ll try to clear the dungeon.

With that thought in mind, Lin Ye walked around the dense forest and found another group of orcs from the Gravel Tribe who were patrolling the area.

There were a total of ten of them, and nine of them were the same as the members of the patrol team he had encountered earlier. They wore heavy plate armor, held all kinds of weapons in their hands, and their eyes were filled with promised violence.

The last black-skinned orc was wearing a Black Wizard robe and holding a dried-up magic staff in his hand. Many small transparent jars were attached to his belt, containing various colored liquids.

The orc Wizard of the Gravel Tribe.

In the original dungeon, the way these guys dealt damage was to throw all kinds of dark magic at the Sin Dragons flying in the sky.

When placed in a dungeon like Primordial Hive…

He would most likely throw out a bottle of poison and fog, use an item to affect the enemy’s combat power, and then pull out a small knife from his waist and stab the enemy to death.

Lin Ye guessed.

However, things were out of his expectations. The black-robed orc raised his magic staff and began to chant an incantation.

Lower level. Dark Magic. Shadow Ball!

‘The f*ck?’

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‘You don’t care about martial virtue?’

Seeing the black shadow ball rapidly approaching, Lin Ye subconsciously took a step back and bent his back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Lin Ye was speechless.

‘No way!’

‘You’ve disabled all my skills!’

‘But they didn’t ban the skills of the monsters in the secret dungeon!’

‘So this is where the difficulty came from?’

‘Fine!’

‘Can’t afford to offend!’

‘After this fight, I would immediately escape!’

‘Wait… The way this guy cast his spell was completely different from when he cast his skill. Could it be that the spell was actually the same as my “Qi”, and was just an imitation?’

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While he was thinking, the orc Wizard chanted another spell, and the other Melee orcs swarmed up, surrounding Lin Ye, and began their crazy attacks.