"Is this talent really that terrifying?"
Orson was stunned. Based on practical combat, Chaos Chain wasn't just a simple double true damage effect. It seemed to have a hidden effect of a two-second group drag.
For a skilled mage, two seconds was enough to cast two rounds of spells, which could be decisive in PvP battles!
The only downside was that for Chaos Chain, each level-up only increases the activation chance by 0.5%, and even at max level, the trigger probability only reaches 5%.
Of course, in a 1v1 duel, this probability was a bit like gambling with your life. But in a chaotic battle, it could be quite frightening—if you keep dealing damage at a high frequency, a single slip-up could lead to true damage/control that could kill you.
The mutated crocs in the area were wiped out, and Orson continued to hunt for monsters. However, his speed was so fast that after clearing one round, he had to wait for the next spawn. Soon, a large empty zone appeared in front of him.
"Too slow."
The monster farming efficiency was much slower than expected. After a full three and a half hours, he had only killed 2,000 elite monsters, and his Soul Seal was still 700 short of leveling up.
It seemed that the dream of leveling up his Soul Seal before the guild stronghold battle was shattered.
However, if other players knew how efficient he was, they'd probably curse him for days. For the current players in this area, they'd be overwhelmed by the mutated crocs, and if they're not careful, they'd get bitten to death by the crocs, who were excellent at crowd control.
Looking at the time, there was still an hour before the battle began, and the guild members were starting to gather at the stronghold war preparation area.
At the NPC's gathering point, it was bustling.
A massive group of players blocked the main road, and there were ten different sub-areas with hundreds of thousands of players getting ready for the battle.
Bradley: "Damn, can you be a little more active as the guild leader? The people are almost here! We've got three level 20 elite squads ready, isn't that awesome?"
"Almost done. My legendary weapon should be ready now," Orson replied.
"Wait, what? Legendary weapon??" Bradley was shocked and immediately asked.
Madman: "Damn! So you've been busy making a legendary weapon? What level is it?"
God of Iron Cavalry: "Damn, you're tough. How much did it cost? I'll go make one too when I have time."
"Just you? Go sleep, do you think legendary weapons are like cabbages? There are only nine on the weapon leaderboard, all owned by guild big shots," Bradley sneered.
God of Iron Cavalry: "Don't look down on me, everything is possible in Infinite Dimensions."
Orson, hearing the ongoing bickering, didn't want to tell them it was actually a legendary three-piece set.
"Level 20... I mean, if I'm lucky, I should be able to take a legendary weapon into battle," Orson smiled wryly, uncertain whether Veijander had tricked him.
Wild Gale: "Looking forward to your performance, Guild Leader."
Texas Musk: "We need the melee king to lead us to victory!"
Gingerbread House Gatekeeper: "Yes, with the melee king, taking down three or four strongholds will be a piece of cake. Please carry us!"
"Melee King?"
Orson looked confused.
"Hehe, stop chatting, hurry up, you're the last one we're waiting for!" Bradley laughed mischievously.
Many new faces had joined the guild, but Orson couldn't accept the title they had given him—he wasn't sure what went wrong.
Orson entered Pondenorlin City, heading straight for the Dwarven Blacksmith's shop.
Standing at the door, Orson furrowed his brows because he noticed... the blacksmith's shop was closed!?
"Shit!! Does this game have any normal NPCs at all!?"
Orson was enraged, seriously doubting that the damn dwarf had failed in crafting and had run off with his Elven Diamond.
Not willing to give up, Orson, filled with rage, kicked the door.
It wasn't even locked?
Walking into the dark blacksmith's shop, Orson began feeling around: "You damn dwarf, come out and face me!"
"Here already?"
A tired voice responded. Orson froze, almost disconnecting in fright. In the corner, he saw a dark figure, nearly scaring him out of his wits.
Upon closer inspection, it was that damn dwarf, Veijander.
Turning on the magical light, the workshop became much brighter.
Veijander looked exhausted, bloodshot eyes, chugging beer into his stomach.
"Failed?" Orson asked, seeing his disheveled state. He had originally planned to confront him, but seeing Veijander in such a sorry state, Orson couldn't bring himself to be angry. At least Veijander had compensated him with the Will of the Battle Beast. Even if the crafting failed, he could always find more materials and try again. Eventually, he'd get it right.
"Done."
Veijander shook his head, crossed his short legs, and began an ultimate humble brag, "I didn't expect it to be so easy. Maybe it's because the equipment level is too low, and it wasn't difficult for me."
"Shut up," Orson laughed helplessly, letting out a long breath of relief.
According to Veijander, he had never crafted equipment with relics as the main component. His estimated success rate was only 40%, but the actual crafting success rate turned out to be 80%, likely due to the hidden properties of the relics doubling the chances.
Veijander handed the equipment to Orson. It was a brilliant blue staff, slightly extravagant in design, with the Elven Diamond embedded at the tip.
Holy Power Staff · Holy
Quality: Legendary
Level: 20
Class: Mage
Spell Power: 600
Attack Speed: 1.1
Crit Rate: 15%
Effect 1: Reduces skill cooldown by 30%.
Effect 2: 20% chance to trigger two extra normal attacks/skills.
Set Activation - Unique Awakening Skill: War Roar
Effect: Consumes 1000 MP to grant allies a Roar aura. Within 10 minutes, critical damage is doubled, life recovery speed is doubled, and life leech increases by 5%. Cooldown time: 30 minutes.
"This skill is quite powerful!"
Orson's heart raced. The staff perfectly inherited the attributes of the Elven Diamond, with top-tier base panel stats for its level.
But the most insane part was the War Roar aura skill.
Doubling critical damage—if paired with Bradley, his double crits would trigger double crit damage, which would be incredibly frightening.
Add in the Fox Clan accessories, with the awakened skill Swiftness, reducing cooldowns by 10%, and the staff's 30% cooldown reduction... the Roar buff's downtime would be just a few minutes.
It was a game-changer in group battles, greatly boosting the strength of guild members.
For Orson, with his Fox Clan's awakened skill Thunderclap—100% crit rate for one minute—if stacked with the War Roar's double crit damage…
In just one minute, Orson was confident no guild could withstand his relentless assault!
The other two pieces of Holy Power armor were also great, with stats surpassing his Fox Clan Robe and shoulder armor.
The 20% resistances were raised to 30%, with significant increases in defense and health.
However, compared to the legendary staff with the word "Holy" in its name, the armor clearly lagged behind by more than one level.
After equipping the new gear, Orson checked his character panel.
Name: Orgod
Race: Human
Level: 27
Spell Power: 920
HP: 5700/5700
MP: 49200/49200
Attack Speed: 1.3
Agility: 40
Defense: 240/30% resist
Crit Rate: 28%
Range: 4922 meters
Remaining Attribute Points: 350
Remaining Skill Points: 100
He spent the 350 attribute points he had accumulated, adding 180 points to attack power, bringing his panel attack to 1100.
The remaining 170 points were distributed evenly between health, agility, and attack speed.
Attack speed reached over 2.0, allowing him to attack twice per second. This high attack speed was beneficial for Chaos Chain, and the staff's multi-strike effect required frequent damage output to trigger.
Health increased to 6000, comparable to an average A-level class.
Agility was raised to 60, with a 2% increase in crit rate, reaching a total of 30%.
After putting on the new gear, Orson packaged and listed the three pieces of Fox Clan Mage Set for sale in the auction house.
After finishing these tasks, Orson opened the blacksmith's door and prepared to meet up with the guild members.
However, just as he opened the door, his expression changed slightly as he saw several old acquaintances from the SSR guilds blocking his way.
"Sorry, Orson. You won't be able to participate in this stronghold battle."
Wedge smiled at him, but there was a flicker of coldness in his eyes.