Durin quickly scanned them. These two specializations had nothing to do with combat, but their applicable scopes were completely incomparable. The former could increase his communication with others and could be useful in many aspects.
Although the latter passive specialization effect was also good, increasing stamina recovery speed in forging and reducing the probability of captives escaping.
But the problem was, he was in Piltover, where would he find captives to capture? Moreover, he was about to become a Mage, so what was the point of forging?
Durin immediately chose the [Walking and Talking] specialization.
After confirming, Durin could clearly feel that his tongue and oral muscles seemed to have become much more flexible. Could it be… that persuasion could also increase oral muscle flexibility?
Finally, there was one attribute point left. Durin invested this last attribute point into Endurance, upgrading it from Lv.4 to Lv.5, still five skill points away from the max level LV.10.
At the same time, he felt his nerves and ligaments becoming tougher, and the muscles in his arms and waist rapidly thickened and bulged. He always felt that some inexplicable change was happening to his body, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but it seemed to be something on a subtle level.
The stamina that had been consumed earlier began to rapidly replenish itself.
There were already many scattered skeletons and broken, decaying corpses under Durin's feet, but zombies continued to emerge from graves in the depths of the graveyard, shambling unsteadily towards him.
By this point, Durin's right arm already had a claw mark wound, bleeding profusely.
He looked around, confirming that there were no living people nearby.
At the same time, he felt a bit annoyed with himself for being careless, after all, being infected with zombie poison was no small matter.
His gaze refocused on the special zombie holding the staff. If there truly were no Necromancers in the vicinity, then this special zombie was the creator of the summoned corpses and skeletons in the graveyard, and the staff in its hand was some kind of spellcasting medium.
Durin just didn't understand how a zombie could still cast spells?
Was it a Mage in its past life?
Durin, with his extensive gaming experience from before his transmigration, couldn't help but entertain a bold guess: could this special zombie be some kind of undead creature similar to a Lich?
If it really was a Lich, then it would definitely have something like a phylactery to protect its soul.
Only by shattering the phylactery could he truly defeat the opponent!
But the problem was... where was the phylactery?
Durin racked his brains for a solution, watching the constantly surging zombies and skeletons. His gaze inadvertently caught sight of a gem embedded between the jawbones of the skull at the top of the staff.
—Could the phylactery be right there!
Durin made a snap decision, charging forward like a spring, raising the Morning Star in his hand. His right arm, like a vortex, slammed forward fiercely.
Bang!
In an instant, his entire body's muscles exploded, suddenly swelling by a circle, rippling like corrugated iron, spreading and vibrating from his entire skin.
As the Morning Star struck down, the neck of this special zombie holding the staff was directly smashed open, and the splattering dark black blood stained Durin's Mage Armor.
But Durin didn't stop. Instead, he immediately changed his attack direction, slamming the Morning Star fiercely onto the special zombie's arm holding the staff.
Crack!
Clatter!
The staff with the skull at its top slipped from Durin's hand, sending dust from the grass splattering around.
Durin nimbly dodged behind the special zombie, then swung the Morning Star again, accurately smashing it onto the special zombie's head.
For a moment, zombie blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
Looking at the special zombie that had fallen to the ground, Durin stepped on its back with one foot, then picked up the staff from the ground with his left hand, immediately pulled out the gem inside, then threw it on the ground and smashed it hard with the Morning Star.
Crack!
The hexagonal dark black gem was directly shattered by the Morning Star, breaking into a puddle of gem residue on the ground.
The battle ended. The zombies and skeletons that were originally approaching all stopped. The ghostly flames that should have been burning in their dark eye sockets all extinguished. The puppet strings woven by some twisted and evil necromantic magic were all cut.
Whew!
That was a close call.
Next up was clearing the battlefield and looting the spoils.
Mainly, he had to search this special zombie. Durin basically stripped it inside and out, and he only found a rusty black iron ring.
As for the item that resembled a staff, after Durin destroyed the phylactery, it visibly rotted away at a speed discernible to the naked eye, turning into a pile of dust that merged with the grass.
And then there was nothing else; don't even think about money, not a single copper circle coin was found.
As for the other corpses, Durin adhered to the principle that he had already disturbed the deceased's rest, so he shouldn't do such an unconscionable act!
Thinking this, Durin began to examine the spoils he found on the special zombie.
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