Chapter 153: Combat Spellcasting
Bang bang block!
A whistling gust of wind came, mixed with the sounds of weapon clashes, followed by Gloria’s playful voice laced with a teasing reprimand: “Is this all you can do? I didn’t expect you to be such a useless man! Where are your spells? Why are you so easily interrupted? Didn’t you feel proud last night? Why aren’t you showing off your masculinity now?”
“Come on!”
“Use a spell to attack me!”
“Right now, you seem as weak as a woman! What happened to that fierce spirit from last night? Have you really gone weak in the knees?”
Bang bang block!
Gloria, in her white fitted dress, looked as beautiful as a blooming snow lotus, but her attacks were extremely fierce, as if empowered by a dragon’s might, swinging her heavy staff to strike at Soren’s vital points. As a near-legendary Northern Witch, she was not without melee capabilities; on the contrary, high-level wizards in this world all received melee training. It could be said that even without spells, her close combat ability equated to a warrior above the second tier.
“Come on!”
Whether due to physical exhaustion or the thrill of her own words, a faint blush appeared on her alluring face as she mocked him: “Is your ability really this limited? Or can you only show off your heroics at night with women, being so easily distracted in battle?”
Her ample chest heaved vigorously with her movements, creating enticing curves.
Bang!
Gloria performed a beautiful and agile spinning sweep that directly pushed Soren back a step, then leaped up, swinging her staff down toward his head.
“Ha!”
Soren took a deep breath, his expression indescribably sour, feeling quite frustrated.
From the beginning to the end, he had been on the defense, and Gloria’s relentless attacks had forced him into a slightly awkward position. Several times, when he attempted to cast a spell, he was immediately interrupted by her powerful assaults (no typo here). After blocking and dodging her attacks for two rounds, he finally seized the chance to counter with two Arcane Missiles, though they couldn’t even break through Gloria’s protective energy field. This outcome surely left Soren feeling a bit frustrated, as if he was being suppressed uncomfortably.
Bang bang block!
As the new round of attacks ended, Gloria stepped back gracefully, like a butterfly flitting through flowers. She took a slight breath, her ample chest still rising and falling as she said, “Let’s call it a day for now.”
After all, wizards’ stamina couldn’t compare to that of melee professionals.
Soren irritably sheathed his curved blade and looked up at the woman before him, whose expression was strangely excited, her delicate features resembling peach blossoms, muttering, “I didn’t expect your taunting skills to be so strong!”
This woman with her taunting skills.
How had he never noticed before how high her taunting technique was? The words exchanged during their skirmish had indeed slightly affected Soren’s performance.
Weakness.
Soren, as a very dominant male, even with a strong will and composure, found that when being taunted by a woman about personal matters, particularly by his own woman, it inadvertently caused some distraction.
Hearing this, Gloria glanced at him with a sly look, raised her fair finger to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and with a gentle smile, said: “Wizards must learn to ignore their enemies’ taunts. This is the first lesson in mastering combat spellcasting. Many enemies can perceive your emotions and use words to provoke or anger you, thereby affecting your spellcasting.”
“Perhaps you wouldn’t be affected in close combat. But from the perspective of spellcasting, you’re still not focused enough! Mastering the ability of combat spellcasting is not just about dealing with enemy attacks. You must also learn to ignore their verbal distractions.”
Focus is the key to Combat Spellcasting.
Just a moment ago, Gloria had been confidently powerful with her fierce attacks, but in an instant, she transformed back into a gentle and alluring woman, as if the person who had previously said all those provocative and even slightly shameful things wasn’t her at all. She raised her elegant brow to loosen her headband, letting her smooth long hair fall freely. Her gaze flicked toward Soren playfully, “Are you angry?”
“No.” Soren replied, sounding sullen.
Then he directly walked over, lifted the noble witch into his arms, tossed her over his shoulder, and turned toward the room.
“Bad guy!”
Gloria seemed to foresee what would happen next, her charming face flushed with a rosy hue, but she didn’t struggle. Instead, she lightly struck Soren’s shoulder and said softly, “Stingy man! You said during training that you wouldn’t get angry no matter what I said!”
Smack!
Soren raised his hand and gave her rounded rear a light slap, replying sullenly, “I really am not angry.”
“I just think I need to prove myself again!”
Hearing this, Gloria involuntarily softened, her face becoming even redder, as she whimsically requested, “I was wrong. You were so fierce last night, like a mighty tiger!…”
Soren kicked open the door and continued, “It’s too late now.”
His palm lingered on her rounded rear, giving it a not-too-light, not-too-heavy squeeze, then he tossed Gloria onto the bed, raised his hand for a wizard’s trick to close the door, and immediately reached to grasp the witch’s ample chest, kneading at her slightly perky nipples, without even removing any clothing, directly biting down with his mouth.
“Mmm!…”
Gloria trembled, wrapping her arms around Soren’s neck, her face as red as the evening glow, her voice softening: “So stingy! I clearly told you that training for combat spellcasting would involve getting you angry!”
“Take it easy!”
“Ah!… Mmm!… So annoying!…”
Soren did not remove Gloria’s clothes but simply lifted her fitted long dress and reached down, brushing a few fingers against her, withdrawn to find them already damp. A hint of a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said slowly, “Looks like you’re not entirely convincing either!”
“Were you trying to provoke me with those words? You’re feeling excited too, aren’t you?”
Unforgivingly entering.
Soren lifted Gloria’s soft body, placing her on his lap. He leaned in and kissed Gloria’s lips, moving his waist gently, resembling a fervent, ardent rhythm.
“Mmm!…”
The deep kiss made Gloria close her eyes in a bit of daze, her face flushed as she clutched Soren’s neck, swaying her body lightly with the thrusts. In the intoxicating bliss of their merge, she suddenly felt Soren’s lips near her earlobe, then, with a low breath, he said, “Gloria, I think I’ve fallen in love with you!”
A moment of complete stillness.
The next instant, Gloria felt as though she had been electrocuted, her entire body spasming, unable to suppress a soft moan, her body slightly convulsing.
She suddenly threw Soren onto the bed and kissed his lips, a bit wild and a bit obsessed.
After quite a while.
Gloria gently lifted her head, wiped her lips with her fair fingers, her face radiating the charm of blooming peach flowers, and gently placed her palm on Soren’s chest, her slender waist swaying with his movements as she softly said, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long time!”
“I love you.”
“I don’t know when it started, but I think this is what love is. Do you know? When I first realized I missed a man, I felt a bit lost!…”
In intimate union.
The fervent rhythm seemed to turn into a gentle entanglement as Gloria leaned down to kiss Soren’s lips again, then gently reached behind to undo her dress.
Outside, the sunlight slowly poured in.
All desires melted into tenderness within their fusion, as if everything were so beautiful.
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Continent, Okto Valley.
A fully armed squad of warriors approached, dressed in black full-body armor, their expressions cold and ruthless, resembling fallen Dark Guardians rather than ordinary soldiers. Behind these Dark Guardians were a group of robed priests, who bore no insignia of any deity on their chests, yet this indicated that they belonged to some dark forces. Behind these individuals stood a black-robed priest, coldly observing the valley before issuing orders for everyone to enter.
Cackle!
A strange sound echoed from all directions within the valley.
Dark bats circled in the shadows, along with some eerie figures leaping around the valley’s perimeter, their scarlet eyes and sharp fangs exposed.
“Welcome to my territory.”
A vampire son in a blood-red robe descended from above, smiling as he looked upon all present, eventually locking his gaze on the black-robed priest, teasingly stating, “High Priest! I didn’t expect you to come knocking so soon!”
The black-robed priest stepped forward, somewhat angrily declaring: “You shameless thief! You dare to steal my lord’s divine power! Today, I’m taking you back!”
“Is that so?” A hint of mockery appeared on the handsome face of the vampire son as he snapped his fingers, and suddenly a large group of vampire servants appeared around him.
The black-robed priest showed no sign of fear, disdainfully glancing around him, he said solemnly: “Do you really think this trash can help you defeat me? You are too naive!”
A brief silence.
Then, another thin figure materialized, standing at the valley’s exit, seemingly isolating nearby space and bringing a wave of evil shadow and melody to this place.
The Hell Poet toyed with the magic flute in his fingertips, glanced at the front, and smiled, “What if I join too?”
The black-robed priest’s face instantly changed dramatically!
………………(To be continued ~^~)
