The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1120: Patience Is A … Waste Of Time

The boss collapsed into a pile of burning fungus, and the Dungeon team celebrated.

“Good work everyone, let’s keep moving on. From here on, the Myceloids will all spray spores when they attack, so if we can get Hawk to keep burning them, it will save the healers a lot of aggravation.

Karl, same routine as before. The Undead can grab them and turn them away from the group to limit the damage. Just try not to turn them toward the next group.

If you use the far side of the path, it will point away from anything we have to walk through, and the majority of spores can be ignored. That way lets everyone focus on damage, and avoids exhaustion.

This dungeon is short, only the two bosses, but the exertion levels are pretty high with the durability of everything.” Steve explained.

Karl nodded.

“In that case, I will remain in humanoid form, so I can use my bow and not crowd up the front lines of the fight.” Karl agreed.

The Warriors chuckled. They had no choice but to be within five or ten metres of the fight, as that was the maximum range of most of their skills. So, the more people who could move back and fight from a distance, the better.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Is everyone rested and at full mana?” Steve asked.

Karl nodded. He had never been anything but at full mana, due to his increased regeneration rate.

The undead army charged forward, this time mixed with Rae’s copies, and began drawing the Myceloids to the far side of the road, where they could be pummelled to death in peace.

“Did we really need more of them?” Reggie asked as he cast an area healing spell over the fight.

Karl shrugged. “Probably not. But Rae was the first one to get the spell, so it’s only natural that she wants to show off her own. Functionally, they’re identical to the ones that I use, since almost all our buffs are shared.”

The balding dragonkin cleric chuckled. “Well, at least we have job security. With all that damage output, you will need at least a couple of healers in your party. I can see why you had three of them in your Guild when you arrived.”

Karl laughed as he sent [Void Blast] arrows in to the fight.

“Actually, that was more coincidence than anything. We started out with two, then I got a Rank ahead of them, and I met Nachtia in the Bara Dungeon area when I was finding a group.

I am a friend of her Uncle, and we worked well together, so she agreed to join us.

Now, the Darklight Host is slowly becoming home to a whole pantheon of dragon clerics. We’ve got nearly half of them, I think.” Karl joked.

“You’ll just need silver, gold, white, bronze and blue, and you will have someone from each of the major Dragon Clans.” Steve agreed.

“We’ve got Blue Dragons now. The Immortal Regent recruited them for us. Once they get settled in, we will have a second Totem Ranked Runecrafter and more apprentices for the less powerful utility items.” Karl explained.

“That’s just unfair. Most of the top Guilds can’t even get a meeting with the King, and you got a personal visit from Immortal Regent Azov?” Cindy asked.

“He had some concerns about a vision that his Seer had which involved our Guild. The other Guild Masters brought him over.”

If the warriors at the front could hear how the ranged members were casually chatting as they struggled to take down the massive Myceloid Warriors, their mood would have quickly changed. But they were too busy, and Karl’s arrows flying overhead gave them the impression that everyone was working hard.

Only when it was time to move between groups did the melee group that the ranged combatants were in a much better mood than would be considered reasonable for a group that was in a dungeon.

Sure, it was going faster than usual, but weren’t they a bit too casual?

There were still just as many spores being tossed out for every Myceloid killed, and they were coming out faster than usual, which normally stressed the ranged group to the extreme. But today, they were laughing and joking.

That was when they noticed all the Ghostfire.

Those slackers of the ranged team weren’t doing any spore control at all. They had left it to the bird, who was happy to just set the entire dungeon on fire if someone let him. So, they were just attacking the group without a care in the world.

No wonder they weren’t stressed out.

Only the melee group had to protect themselves, as Hawk couldn’t light up the spores landing near them without setting the melee group on fire as well. His fire wouldn’t affect them, but the burning spores inflicted damage of their own, separate from the attack that set them aflame.

“Keep it moving. We’re almost at the second boss, and then we can finish this run with a nice clean kill.” Steve instructed.

Karl chuckled as the Undead Army followed Rae’s group to the next Myceloid location and began hacking into them, not waiting for the rest of the group to catch up.

They had enough healing that they could survive a few minutes without any intervention. Plus, they would switch out and let the regeneration abilities heal them if they got too low.

Remi floated over to the edge of the group and began to cast [Frozen Apocalypse] for the first time. It was the perfect counterpart to [Ghostfire], she thought. Hawk would set everything on fire, and she would freeze it.

The warriors paused as they saw the snowstorm start, and then the frozen vortexes filled the area, while Hawk screeched and began bombarding the whole area with Ghostfire and Meteor Strikes.

“Maybe give them a minute, they’re having a discussion.” Karl suggested.

“A what now?”

“You know, water versus fire magic. They do that from time to time, and I think that they forgot the rest of us are here. The spells won’t hurt you, we’re all in the same group. It will just be hard to see until I tell off Remi for taunting her brother.” Karl explained.

Don and Reggie, the clerics for the group, began to laugh.

“Remind me to send someone responsible to babysit if we’re having a family event at the Darklight Host.” Reggie joked.

Karl winked at him. “Fear not, we have a Red Dragon High Priestess.”

“The badger would be less likely to traumatize the children. I still have nightmares about the Orphanage Matrons catching me sleeping in.”