Book 8: Chapter 60: Encircled
Crunch! Stark smashed the alchemical device under his steel boot that looked eerily like a Beholder. A pool of dark green juice oozed out; it seemed this alchemy item also incorporated biological materials.
“Since luck and terrain favor us not, then we’ll crush them fairly with raw strength. A mere hundred lowly Undead, even mixed with a few Necromancers, can’t stand against us.”
A ferocious look crossed Stark’s face. Longer and his companion’s peril had angered him. It was only after Qin Lun’s reminder that the big man realized only six original Fortress Team members remained. Continue down this path and, like the kid said, even if Fortress retained its Silver rank, it wouldn’t be the same team anymore.
The Apostles didn’t react to Stark’s words. Their team truly had little difficulty handling one or two high-rank Necromancers. Stark could tie one down. Though Kelly wasn’t a tank, she could hold another independently. The rest, including the Elf skilled in archery, could burn down a Necromancer in minutes.
Back at Ironstar Fortress, they’d taken down an Earth Salamander rivaling a Legendary Creature that exact way. If even a Legendary Creature could fall, what did one or two high-rank Necromancers matter?
Truthfully, after Apostles reach high rank, they break out of the old team role mold. Apostles like Kelly, at high rank, have fully matured skill systems. Apart from lacking healing capabilities, they could temporarily fill almost any team role.
As for Legendary Professions… Although the Toril World might be touted as crawling with Legendary beings and Demigods being common, one mustn’t forget they were in just a small valley in Amn’s remote mountains. Had a Legendary been present, Bonnie’s team of Amnian cavalry would never have escaped.
“Come, let’s head inside.” Kelly patted the dust off her knees, her expression calm. Her golden ponytail swayed. The clatter of her wooden sandals echoed sharply in the silent valley. The not-so-tall Female Martial Artist shielded everyone behind her silhouette, solid as a city wall.
“Philip, keep an eye out for those alchemical familiars Angelo shot down earlier. They seemed to evade our Perception.” Robin moved closer to Philip, speaking softly.