This unknown relic has been eroded by the years, and the original solid building has become dilapidated. The half-ruined passages, tilted columns, and limestone floor tiles are all heavily cracked, revealing unreachable shadows deep within, far more so than at Watchfort at the edge of the forest.
Even so, the ruins of the ruins are still solemn and solemn. The inexorable gloom and decay in the Whispering Forest cannot invade here. Even the dead vines and old trees on the roadside have an aura that cannot be underestimated.
Griffith passed a cracked floor tile. The pale moonlight cast into the deep gap, and a huge shadow flashed from below. He wanted to speak, but no words came out.
The group of people walked through the air-tight passages and came to an open platform like an altar. The platform was built on the edge of a towering cliff, and part of it has collapsed. From there, you can look into the deep distance of the night, and you can faintly see the flickering light.
There may be reinforcements there! Griffith's heart was lifted and he hurriedly looked at the sky. According to the direction of the stars, the location of the shimmering light is north-northeast, which is most likely the direction of Watch Castle.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Griffith almost jumped off the cliff and ran for a safe way out. However, his body was completely out of control, and he was still pulled by the strange force to keep up with the team.
On the south side of the platform, which is still intact, seven tall columns stand in the darkness, covering seven half-collapsed small doors. While looking at these pillars, Griffith heard some vague and distant voice, which seemed to be telling or cursing.
Professor Lordes raised his wand. Seven of the goblins who were restrained by Karius immediately walked out and entered the seven small doors without saying a word. Each goblin's ankles were wrapped with thin black shadows, unable to resist at all.
"Prepare for battle," the professor said to everyone present in a rare moment, "light a bonfire in the center of the altar."
This is really an altar, offering sacrifices or something? Griffith was curious and wanted to ask questions, but couldn't.
Apprentice witcher Hank immediately took out flint and wool, chopped some dead wood nearby and lit the fire. Raven deftly removed the arrows and scattered them into the gaps in the stone slabs next to the fire. It seemed that he was preparing to maintain mobility in the coming battle.
"The tunnel on the left is a trap. My goblin has been killed," Karius suddenly said, "Monsters are pouring out of the tunnel."
Maggots thicker than buckets and shaped like giant pythons emerged from the deep darkness. They squirmed their short gray-black lower limbs out of the hole, opened their sucker-like mouthparts, exposed layers of jagged fangs, and rushed towards the crowd.
"It's better to use flames to deal with them," Karius touched the long sword, and the blade was immediately wrapped in flames. He thrust his sword into the mouthparts of a maggot, and the flames on the blade immediately made a crackling sound, and the maggot immediately twitched.
Hank shouted, raised his buckler and charged forward. He fought like a heavy infantryman in the army. While resisting the swarming maggots, he retreated steadily. From time to time, he took out a vial containing potion from his pocket and smashed it to the ground. A green mist rose from the place where the vial was broken, and the movement speed of all the maggots shrouded in the mist dropped significantly.
When all these maggots entered a slowdown state, other trainee witchers began to attack. Raven and Pella shoot with rockets, while Hakan's giant wolf bites maggots that are about to leave the slowdown zone.
These five people spread out in an arc, taking turns to cover, always compressing the maggots' range of action. Their attacks were methodical, and the maggots burned by the arrows exploded into masses of minced flesh and pus under the attack, and they were about to be annihilated.
Griffith couldn't help but admire in his heart, becoming very interested in the way the witcher fought. However, Professor Lordes beside him suddenly said impatiently:
"too slow."
Suddenly, a swarm of venomous snakes emerged from the adjacent passage. Their bodies are black and green, and they are equally large in size. The densely raised horns on their heads have just been raised, and they are surrounding them from all directions.
Hank, who was still maneuvering, suddenly swung his hands and feet. He was attacked by a poisonous snake in the back and ran away in a hurry. As soon as he withdrew, the maggots who were about to be destroyed suddenly found a gap and swarmed forward, immediately breaking through the demon hunter's defense line and throwing the demon wolves to the ground.
Raven shot an arrow at the maggot, and the rocket shattered the monster's limbs, but the remaining limbs still bounced on him as if they were alive. A group of tiny fangs quickly grew from the broken maggot limb, biting into Raven's arm.
"Ah!" Raven screamed when he was bitten, and the serrated mouthparts tore his leather armor bit by bit, sawing on the flesh.
"No!" Pella was shocked and waved two daggers to drive away the approaching monster. But the short blade was inserted into the maggot's limb, like it was inserted into cotton, and it could not block the monster's movements at all. Instead, it alarmed the poisonous snakes and maggots nearby, and they immediately swarmed towards her in dense numbers.
Griffith kicked away the maggots that rushed to Pella, then used a dagger to cut off a piece of Raven's arm with blood and flesh, and drove away the monster, pulling them back. The demon hunter's defense collapsed in an instant, and the entire square was filled with twisted monsters crawling and surging.
"Incompetent." Lordes glanced at the Demon Hunter Captain with disdain. The wand in his hand had already sketched a complex shape, and an extremely thick salty smell suddenly filled the air, which made people sick.
The maggots that were still biting suddenly stopped. They let go of their caught prey and began to shake violently.
The thick and large limbs of these monsters began to wrinkle and break, like wood that had been dried out of moisture. A maggot fell to the ground right in front of Griffith, rolling and shrinking, and finally turned into a layer of skin stuck to the ground like a carpet.
The critical situation was immediately reversed. Lordes didn't stop. He unfolded a scroll, and icy freezing air roared out. The air cooled rapidly, freezing the trainee demon hunters who were under attack. However, the aggressiveness of those black and green strange snakes immediately decreased and even began to flee back.
Just as they returned to the exit of the passage, a sickle-like wind pressure swept across the ground. The crowded group of strange snakes was cut off and shattered in the blink of an eye, falling to the ground with a crackle.
The demon hunters broke free one after another, covering their wounds and looking at the scene in front of them in amazement.
"Use coagulant to stop the bleeding," the senior mage said coldly, "The third wave is coming."
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That's it? Your combat prowess is at this level and you still want to explore the ruins! ?
Griffith screamed desperately in his heart, completely unable to accept this situation. The demon hunter's team had just encountered a monster coming out of a passage and could still hold on, but the problem was that their attack power was insufficient and they lacked the power to quickly destroy the monster. When the second batch of monsters appears, the witcher team is immediately thrown into chaos, completely redundant for unexpected situations.
In addition, there is a more serious problem!
The defensive centerpiece of this witcher squad is Hank, quite possibly one of the weakest. His strength is limited and his equipment is not well-equipped. He is unable to deal with giant creatures or large numbers of monsters.
How could he survive if he faced more and stronger monsters next?
Griffith became more and more panicked as he thought about it. Suddenly, he grinned and laughed wildly:
"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha."
While laughing, he turned around and hugged a nearby big tree, banging his head like a woodpecker.
Pella, who had just received his support, originally wanted to say a few words of thanks, but she was frightened by this sudden crazy scene and immediately took two steps back towards Hank.
"What's wrong?" Griffith suddenly stopped smiling and looked at Miss Demon Hunter Xi seriously with his face covered in blood, "What's the problem?"
"You are the problem." Pera couldn't help but tilt her head back and stand farther away from him.
Alas, I can speak again. It seems that the silence spell and control given to me by the professor have also expired. But the situation is very serious. Although this demon hunter team is well equipped, the combat effectiveness of its members is obviously insufficient. It would be okay for them to hunt down one or two mutated creatures, but exploring such ruins would be self-destruction.
Professor Lordes is indeed powerful, but he is only one person. If the battle pressure continues to increase, he will definitely encounter a situation that is difficult to handle.
Although the professor is not lovable, at least he is on my side. If he dies, I will inevitably go to Birangpo with him.
The more Griffith thought about it, the more guilty he felt, but he did not dare to speak to dissuade him again, for fear of being hit by a more powerful imprisonment curse. His eyes moved to the edge of the cliff again, and he began to figure out what posture and angle he would use to jump off the cliff when the situation was unfavorable.
A new wave of monsters emerged from the passage. They are cockroach-like reptiles, but each one is larger than a dog. The hard carapace is difficult to break and can survive fire, lightning, and poison for a long time.
After finally repelling this wave of monsters, Griffith found that the summoned giant wolf was in a state of near disintegration. Hank's face was exhausted, and the archer Raven's arrow kettle had only The lower third of the crossbow arrow was gone.
Lourdes still stood in the center of the crowd with a calm expression. He has released several spells with different attributes in succession, and also used scrolls and other items to assist, but there is not even the slightest breath or fatigue on his face.
But Raven and the others had lost all will to fight, and they persuaded: "Sir High Mage, Captain, let's retreat! We have lost the ability to continue fighting."
"No, we can't go!" Karius objected loudly, "The Great Listener will lead us!"
Lordes was indifferent to the compliment. His eyes were fixed on the next passage, and his expression was actually a little nervous.
