This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 22 I have a bold idea!

"This vitality is simply monstrous."

Watching Bashamu's living wooden leather armor, they gradually extinguished the flames.

This scene shows Basham surviving the flames.

Tucker was increasingly amazed by the warrior-type superhumans, whose vitality increased with their rank.

"I wish I had such a strong life force."

"Only by surviving can we create opportunities to contribute."

"With my current physique, if I get hit at point-blank range, don't ask, I'll just die on the spot!"

Tucker, who was secretly preparing his magic, tried his best to conceal his presence.

Just now, Tucker threw a fire oil bomb.

Burn the other side.

It would be good if the opponent could be burned to death, but even if they weren't burned to death, their senses could still be disrupted.

In this way, Tucker can effectively conceal his presence.

Nabashamu, shielded by the exposed wooden hand shield, dared not look directly at it.

Tucker could only be tracked by the hunter's keen sense of smell for his prey.

That's why Tucker was running around the bonsai just now.

This guy has smashed quite a few flowers and plants.

After Tucker precisely concealed his aura.

So here's the question.

How will Basham, who cannot use his hunter's sense of smell to detect Tucker, find him?

With your eyes?

Ha ha……

Tucker thought so too.

The flames went out.

The altar site, which was just a moment ago bustling with activity.

At this moment, a deathly silence fell.

Basham sniffed around with his highly trusted hunter's sense of smell.

His heart sank.

He could no longer find the wizard.

Even if I can't find you, I'll still find a way!

Bashamu, his heart filled with a chilling aura, took a deep breath.

The power of shadows rolled deep within his throat.

"Awoooooo..."

The howl of a dark wolf, born from the power of bloodline.

Against the backdrop of the dark, gloomy sun at the altar, the energy surges back and forth within it.

Without a sound.

Three shadow wolves leaped out from the depths of the shadows behind Bashamu.

"superior!"

Following Basham's orders.

The three shadow wolves charged forward.

soon.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Immediately following this, the sounds of slapping followed one after another.

It looked as if a leather whip was fighting three shadow wolves.

And in the battle.

Basham amplifies his senses of hearing, smell, and other sensory abilities to the extreme.

I hope to locate that damned wizard.

However, no...

The wizard didn't move at all, hiding in the blind spot behind his shield.

"I don't believe you can hide for long."

"My Shadow Howl can summon an unlimited number of Shadow Wolves."

The Shadow Wolf, summoned in shadow form, is not particularly powerful, and its level is only slightly above ten.

The first wave of three Shadow Wolves was quickly wiped out by the Bloodthorn Vines.

"Awooo..."

Just as Basham was conducting his second summoning.

Suddenly.

Basham caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"not good!"

I was just about to move the shield.

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

The gunfire subsided.

After the initial eye pain, a deep numbness followed.

Basham was surrounded by darkness.

"It's over!"

A chill ran down Basham's spine, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"No...it's not over yet."

Suddenly, Basham seemed to realize something.

He raised his head and looked towards the altar.

Even though he could no longer see anything.

However, he could still sense the power of the Dark Sun God right there.

There is also the power he has accumulated through sacrifice, waiting for the A-level extraordinary talent to be sacrificed together.

Now, immediately, pray to the god of the dark sun.

Pray that he will restore you and grant you strength.

Then you can turn the tables completely.

Just then, Basham felt something suddenly hit his back.

Flames rose up again, scorching hot, all around.

"Damn wizard."

As he cursed, Basham ran swiftly toward the altar.

Just as he was about to approach the altar.

He vaguely sensed the aura of divine light.

"laugh……"

A spear of light, about a meter long and as thick as a finger.

It pierced through Basham's skull, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The steps of the altar were already within his reach.

Unfortunately, he will never reach it.

"call……"

Tucker let out a soft breath and put the alchemical bomb back into his storage bracelet.

If this attack fails to kill the guy, Tucker is prepared to use an alchemical bomb to knock him over.

But this incredibly resilient monster finally died after the Spear of Light pierced its head!

"The power of the Spear of Light is indeed formidable. This guy is wearing Living Wood Leather Armor, which is comparable to superhuman steel armor of the same thickness."

"Yet it was still pierced by the Spear of Light. As expected of a two-star light-based magic spell, it is indeed powerful."

"It just takes a little longer to cast the spell, and the energy consumption is also a bit higher."

"But these are not problems."

"Once I have enough source energy experience, I'll conduct some serious research (on magic points)."

"The casting time and energy consumption of this spell will be improved to some extent."

"At the same time, the problem of the Light-Shaping Spear's flight speed being too slow can also be greatly improved."

With the death of the hunter Bashamu.

The altar area returned to calm.

Tucker dragged Basham's body a little further away from the altar and began to clean up the spoils of war.

First of all, there's that living wooden leather armor.

Living Wood is an extraordinary armor crafted from the tough leather armor of the Tree People.

Although it has been pierced by Tucker's Spear of Light, the advantage of the Living Wood Armor is that it can devour extraordinary wood materials and regenerate itself.

"This thing is not only light, but also very strong defensively, much better than my chainmail."

Bashamu's body was still warm when Turk put his living wood armor on him.

After opening Basham's extraordinary bracelet and examining it, Tucker frowned slightly.

There's not much of value in this.

There are only about thirty pieces of magic gold.

He's not even as rich as Eden Gladstone.

"That shouldn't be the case! According to Eden Gladstone..."

"The Hunters Guild, Basham, has taken almost half of the entire guild's wealth and income."

"It's impossible to be that poor."

"Has this guy hidden his wealth?"

"Or perhaps?"

Tucker glanced at the altar out of the corner of his eye.