Groups of illusory black figures gathered from every corner of the village, holding weapons such as hoes and hatchets in their hands, moving towards the hill where the altar stood like real living people. The firelight flickered on their charred bodies, leaving footprints of ashes and sparks along the way.
The ending of the history of the villagers of Xiluo Village is sad. They gathered together to fight against the monster that could annihilate the extraordinary team, and they were destined to meet a tragic ending.
Griffith and Galadia walked among these terrible residents, and curses were whispered in their ears from time to time.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Kill that monster!"
"Throw him into the pit of the earth dragon!"
Griffith looked up at the top of the hill. In the shade of the trees, a black whirlwind that looked like mosquitoes and ashes was rising straight into the sky from the top of the mountain.
The battle is about to begin.
Griffith looked at the elf. They had been together for a while, and sometimes they could sense each other's thoughts without words.
His zombie subordinates all turned their heads away, staring at her with rotten and pale eyeballs.
Galadia was furious at being stared at, so she began to honestly explain her abilities and share information:
"I have the dual characteristics of the Spellcaster Path Sequence 8 Loremaster and the Ranger Path Sequence 8 Traveler.
"Needless to say, the characteristics of the Erudite. Even without a wand, I can also add light and wind spells to the weapon, mainly to enhance the damage, movement restriction, and purification effects.
"The traveler trait has strengthened my agility, precision and insight. I am good at discovering magic, traps and abnormal conditions. I have two extraordinary abilities. One is the 'blast', which can burst out a powerful single shot with the help of energy storage and mental power. Attack, or enhance the rate of fire for a short time; the other is called "Wind Movement", which can improve agility, get rid of magic constraints and greatly increase the probability of evading physical attacks.
"With the attention and blessing of the gods, I will have unusual good luck. If I consume a lot of mental power, my innate magic eyes contain the 'power of nature', which can catalyze and mobilize plants for attack or assistance. , and can also use 'mental whipping' to traumatize the target's consciousness, restrict its actions and thinking in a short period of time, and deepen the damage. You have seen most of these abilities."
"It's awesome," Griffith nodded, "But when the fight starts, you still have to stay mobile and don't be greedy for the temporary attack results."
"I got it!~"
A charred crowd gathered at the top of the mountain. Griffith and the elf found a location with a wide view and waited for the vision to happen.
"Griffith, have you noticed? The style of this altar is a bit weird," Galadia pointed to the side of the top platform. There stood a tall tower.
The entrance to the tower is an irregular semicircle, decorated with gloomy and pale carvings that look like fangs. Walking in from the entrance, the dark passage narrows little by little, and there are layers of carvings of fangs along the way, just like walking into the mouth of a monster.
The tower body is even more strange. It is made of unknown materials and is about 50 meters high. It looks like a gray wrinkled texture, gradually narrowing as the tower stretches upward, leaving a section that has long been broken.
This thing looks like a dried earth-boring devil insect.
"The villagers here worship the Earth Dragon, and they must have received its favor," Griffith said of his thoughts. "Maybe the Earth Dragon helped dig the ditches in the village."
Galadia poked at the strange material on the tower: "It's not earth or stone, but it's very solid. By the way, there should be an earth dragon's cave nearby. Let's go look for it."
The elf pulled Griffith's sleeve and walked towards the back of the tower. As expected, there was a deep well covered with a wooden shed. The mouth of the well is very wide, and the darkness is so deep that I don’t know where it leads.
Just then, the vision appeared again. Accompanied by the unsettling and frightening sound of the trumpet, the scenery began to peel off and decay, and the flat floor tiles felt as hot as if they were being burned by fire. Bursts of shrill cries and screams came from not far away.
On the altar platform directly in front of the tower, the charred black figures gathered together were in a mess. They dropped their weapons and pushed each other around. A black shadow rushed over in a hurry, passed Griffith's side, and plunged into the dark well.
The monster wearing a torn bag appears again. It was about the same height as the dead butcher, but stronger and taller. It wielded a huge scythe, refused to listen to the cry for mercy, and killed the phantoms of villagers crowded together like wheat.
The fallen villagers immediately disintegrated into broken ash and disappeared without even leaving their bodies behind. Huge cockroaches also swarmed in from all directions, almost filling the wide platform.
"Fight," Griffith said. "Find out the true identity of this monster under the mask, and then the will of this sealed object will be satisfied."
The cold air surged around him, and one ice gun after another materialized around him. The increasingly powerful Frost Spell can in many cases replace the inconvenient heavy-throwing gun to provide considerable damage.
He condensed an ice spear, weighed it gently in his hand, and then opened his stance.
At the same time, five living corpses scattered. They did not rush to fight, but instead covered Galadia's periphery, trying to follow her movements to drive away and block the dense cockroaches.
The monster that was massacring the villagers suddenly slowed down and swayed in place as if it was unconscious.
Galadia mentally whipped the monster. Monsters affected by this ability will fall into a state of sluggishness and confusion, during which the trauma they receive will become more severe.
Griffith threw a lightning-fast blow that could penetrate the shield at the nearby monster. The cold light tore through the air and exploded into a mass of flesh and blood on the monster's chest. The ice gun penetrated the monster's chest and sprayed out a large ball of yellow-brown liquid.
The monster moves wildly. It grabbed the phantom of a villager and held it against its chest. The second ice gun shot penetrated the villager's body and penetrated deeply into the monster's waist and abdomen.
At the same time, the monster had escaped from the dizziness and sluggishness of the mental whipping, and moved towards him with vigorous strides.
Griffith threw a bottle of slowing potion at the monster. The yellow-brown potion exploded around the monster, grabbing its legs and feet like muddy hands.
The burly monster continued to move forward and actually broke free from the slowdown effect.
It has good resistance against demons!
Griffith felt a chill in his heart. Such characteristics were rare in the countryside or among dark forces.
But now was not the time to think about this problem. He held the last ice gun in his hand and ran quickly. He wanted to control the distance and direction between the monster and Galadia, and give full play to the elves' long-range firepower.
Although the monster in front of him is powerful, it has no armor or magic equipment. It wastes its physical advantage. As long as it controls the rhythm and distance, it can be consumed.
Galadia's arrow hit its head, accurately hitting its left eye. Swarms of cockroaches chase her. With the lesson learned from the last time, she dexterously maneuvered under the cover of the living corpses, looking for an opportunity to bend her bow and shoot another arrow.
She and Griffith circled along the platform, always keeping a safe distance.
Whenever the cockroaches swarm, Griffith rushes into the swarm and disperses them with the bursting power of his Streamer Shield.
Galadia's light and elegant figure was rolling and jumping. Her archery skills are so superb that she can even find an opportunity to shoot an arrow accurately while running at high speed.
Ordinary feather arrows were enchanted, and each arrow came with light, penetrating the monster's thick flesh and causing severe damage.
In just a few minutes, this monster with terrifying strength could no longer hold on.
It suddenly stopped chasing, grabbed the shadow of a villager running away beside it, and brought it to its mouth under the pocket, tearing off the skin and biting it like a tomato. The murdered villagers were obviously just black shadows without flesh and blood, but they let out a scream and sprayed out ashes like water.
The wound of the monster that was devouring the villagers quickly stopped bleeding, and even squeezed out the arrows that had penetrated into the flesh. The wound was crawling with pieces of granulation, and it seemed that it would not take long to repair as before.
"cover me!"
Griffith threw the ice gun in his hand and walked around the monster's flank with the short gun in his hand. With the assistance of such powerful vitality, the elves' bows and arrows will be exhausted first, and fatal injuries must be caused as soon as possible.
The third ice spear pierced the monster's right arm, but it seemed unconcerned and only wanted to devour the villagers. Griffith dodged to the right side of the monster and stabbed the devouring monster in the ear.
"Ouch!" The short spear pierced the monster's right ear. With a terrifying howl, the torn bag flew out along with half an ear and a piece of flesh.
This violent howl is like a mountain monster, with the ability to make people dizzy and slow.
Griffith was stunned by the heart-rending roar, and before he could see the monster's face clearly, he was knocked away by an arm swept from nowhere.
The trainee knight felt like he was hit by a heavy cavalry, rolling on the ground, all the bones and internal organs in his body were wailing and shaking.
He had a vague feeling as if someone was lifting him up and pouring a warm liquid into his mouth.
This liquid feels hot, sticky and thick. It is probably the healing potion I brought with me. After drinking the potion, Griffith gradually regained consciousness and found Galadia supporting himself against a low wall.
In front of them, the monster whose hood was shot off was slowly raising its head. Yellow-green blood gushes out from its right ear like a fountain. It was only then that the two of them saw the true face of the monster.
The monster's torso and limbs are indeed similar to the human body, with a thick neck and broad facial bones. It slowly raised its head and stared at the humans and elves who had wounded it.
The ears that were previously covered were pointed and long, the eyes were blood red, and the big mouth that seemed to have torn off the cheek revealed four upper and lower fangs.
Orcs.
But compared with the orcs Griffith had seen in the east, this monster lacked the majestic momentum of the orcs, and was more agile and viciously cruel.
It is somewhat similar to Rudias' Orc, but different.
Griffith struggled to stand up, guarding Galadia behind him: "Someone cultivated it here! This area is the territory of Salorian Pavilion. He and his assistant Velonos seem to be related to Lu Diaz’s orc experiments are related.”
Galadia glanced at him with a calm expression: "We will discuss the reasons for this later. We must keep the secret temporarily after leaving the sealed object. Sequence 4 demigods are not easy to mess with. I will let my family intervene. investigation.
"This monster has shown the characteristics of resisting magic, has powerful swallowing and healing abilities, and can use the 'heart-breaking' control ability like a mountain monster. Its true physical strength is likely to be in Sequence 6, but as a seal It is part of the abnormal phenomenon of the object, it is not real, and the intelligence and some abilities may have been weakened.”
