Catastrophe Card King

His acute perception and the “Demon Pointer” allowed him to easily avoid the demons in the forest, like a ghost hidden in the darkness, accompanied only by the howling wind.

Since he deduced the possible direction the white-robed Mage Gandalf might be heading, he also planned to get there first to wait.

To see if he could trigger some hidden plots.

If not, he wanted to explore the Ghost Wind Cavern directly.

After all, he was certain that although the main plot was in Ironforge City, the Holy Grail was definitely not there.

However, after running more than ten kilometers, Leonard came upon another hunter team engaged in battle with demons in the Nameless Canyon, a necessary path leading to Twin Tower Cliff.

“Huh?”

Leonard watched the team moving in the same direction as himself, and instinctively thought of something else.

With many experts involved, coincidences were usually the first thing to be ruled out.

So, did someone in this team receive other information pointing to this route?

After all, the composition of people this time was complex, and not many were easy to deal with; only cautiousness could potentially lead to survival until the end.

With this in mind,

he also wanted to assess the situation of the team.

Originally, Leonard didn’t want to meddle in affairs and was content to wait and observe the outcome of the battle.

But he spotted a mushroom-headed youth among the team.

It was none other than Reuel Bible’s little assistant, Noah Wright.

…

“This guy is actually in the team…”

Leonard carefully watched the battlefield, his expression showing slight hesitation.

This thirty-person team had very formidable combat power.

Although seven or eight human bodies already lay on the ground, demon corpses had piled up like a mountain.

The battle was still intense.

Leonard, looking at the black-garbed Elf enveloped in a vitality-and-blood shield, who was fighting off a group of hunters, murmured to himself, “Third Tier B-rated Catastrophe ‘Blood Elf’…”

There was a detailed introduction about this half-Elf Superior Demon in Mage Rolan’s manuscript. Not only were they proficient in Element Magic, but they also excelled at Blood Magic.

Like vampires, they could remotely absorb the vitality and blood of living beings within a range, continuously recovering from injuries and maintaining their condition during battle.

Melee classes were at a disadvantage against this monster.

If they couldn’t kill it quickly, the longer the fight dragged on, the more difficult it got.

Leonard stood on a large tree and watched for a moment, internally admiring, “However, the guys in this team are really strong. Are they noble private soldiers?”

At the moment, although the Blood Elf was fierce, the surrounding hunters were methodical, with Black Knights enduring damage in Heavy Armor, Spellcasters launching spells from afar, Fighters transformed into Demon Beasts and Weapon Experts dealing damage on the flanks, and the Doctor handling the dispelling of negative conditions…

The tactical arrangement was perfect.

It looked like a team that had a well-coordinated, longstanding partnership.

The speed at which the card masters released spells was very short; as long as they were well-prepared, they were far stronger than Magicians of the Same Tier.

Although there might be casualties, the probability of them killing this Blood Elf was also quite high.

However, things were not looking good for the Loose Practitioners who had no organization.

In the fleeting moment Leonard observed, two more individuals were injured by the cold arrows of a Dark Elf in the forest, and in an instant, they were torn into pieces by other demons.

Leonard had no concern for others, but as he watched Mushroomhead desperately fleeing with a Curse Power Shield, he frowned slightly.

Noah Wright was a graduate of the Federation Card Master College, excellent in his class, specializing not in combat power but in support abilities.

Leonard’s most vivid memory of this guy was his exaggerated ability to remember, which Reuel Bible mocked as having memorized almost the entire library of the Federation.

Whenever asked a question, Mushroomhead seemed to know everything and could talk a bit about anything.

He would probably pursue a path as a “Scholar” in the future, a very powerful late-game profession.

But now, his physical combat power was really weak.

Such card masters with support abilities were in great peril in a melee like this without the protection of familiar teammates.

Surviving up to this point, in Leonard’s view, was entirely thanks to the excellent equipment provided by the X Bureau. Although Mushroomhead appeared slightly panicked, the Rare Cards he pulled out and the Excellent Leather Armor he wore helped him avoid several mortal dangers.

But Leonard felt that if he continued to stand by and watch, the next arrow might take away Mushroomhead’s life.

After all, the cold death rate of War Mode was undeniable.

Almost at the instant of the thought, Leonard’s eyes narrowed slightly, because he saw an Elite Red Demon appear behind Noah Wright, swinging a large machete that aimed straight at the back of his head.

The kid had no teammates; he probably wouldn’t be able to dodge this unavoidable strike.

If he got hit, he would be left dead or severely injured.

Without much thought, Leonard took out an Enchanted Spear and hurled it with force.

“Whoosh,” the sound of the spear cutting through the air was sharp and urgent.

Some of the veteran hunters heard the sound and their expressions changed, fearing another sneak attack by a High Tier demon.

But in a flash, a Silver Enchanted Spear pierced through the chest of an Elite Red Demon, and they realized it was a human’s doing.

Mushroomhead, who had almost felt the spear brush past his scalp, instinctively ducked, and a spatter of stinky hot blood splashed onto his neck. He turned around and realized what had happened.

Noah Wright blinked, tilted his head, and looked in the direction from which the spear had come.

Leonard hadn’t intended to reveal himself, but his position was exposed the moment he made a move. Almost immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he instinctively assumed a blocking stance.

At the same moment, he heard a “thump,” like a sandbag being hit hard.

Leonard was struck by a thick, scale-armored leg, sending him flying backwards.

He wasn’t transformed, and the powerful kick almost tore his soul from his body.