Professor Bell's record is chilling. What's even more frightening is that Sonia's divination-"safe food" actually points here.
Looking at the severely damaged corpse and the separated and piled up flesh and bone tissue, everyone had some crazy and crazy thoughts - could this be food for Sonia?
"Let's go down and look for it." The fortune teller himself didn't think there was any problem at all. "Look, there are blood stains and scattered debris left on the stone steps. There may be something edible living below."
Griffith and Lana were both hungry and panicking. Powerful Extraordinaries like them needed more food to maintain their movement and combat effectiveness. Considering that there was really no better idea and everyone was in urgent need of food, continuing to explore the tunnel became the only option.
What is also concerning is that the professor himself is not among the debris. Although he is not as powerful as the professor at Homemon Watts, he is probably also an extraordinary person with a certain degree of fighting ability.
"Let's go, I'm the queen," Lana nodded, "Professor Bell's expedition team should also bring dogs and mules, who knows~"
…
This long tunnel extends diagonally downwards of the pyramid. The ancient stone steps are clean and leave no traces. There are some luminous minerals and mushrooms in the stone walls that have fallen on both sides, shining with a long blue light in the darkness.
I don’t know if this mushroom is edible. Griffith walked in front holding a shield with a large hole in it and holding the hammer "Meteor" in his hand.
Galadia followed his footsteps with her bow half-opened, her vigilant eyes scanning the shadows in corners and cave-ins from time to time. Everyone was quiet and nervous, wary of the man-eating monster that would jump out of the darkness at any time.
"Listen to the sound of water? An underground river?" Galadia suddenly whispered, "There is an underground river ahead."
Soon, everyone came to the end of the stone steps. This is a huge cave with an underground river running through the conical stalactite pillars. Sonia cast an illumination spell to light up the place.
The wide cave was filled with light, the strange and rugged rocks cast hideous black shadows, and shadows swimming in the river actually appeared.
"Ha, there are fish here!?" Lana exclaimed excitedly and prepared to catch it. He took steps towards the river, and suddenly there was a crunching sound under his iron boots.
"Griffith," Sonia exclaimed in a low voice, "there are some fish bones and shells on the ground. These bones have not been around for a long time!"
"Retreat to the passage!" Galadia shouted urgently almost at the same time.
The last remnant of this civilization hid in this temple while escaping from monsters, and relied on food brought by underground water for a period of time.
Before he finished speaking, swarms of swaying shadows emerged from behind the stone pillar, surrounding them as silently as cockroaches. They had been lurking around for a long time, and their quiet aura was actually integrated with the stalactites, cave plants, and darkness. They did not reveal the slightest aura, and even the keen elves were not aware of their existence.
Griffith and Lana protected the others on the steps in the middle of the retreat. However, many spider-like crawling creatures appeared on the stone wall above the staircase exit, and they fell down one after another to block the place.
There were probably more than two hundred creatures lurking in the darkness, quickly surrounding them from all directions. They appeared in the light armed with spears, axes, and various weapons. These creatures have a humanoid build, with sharp fangs at the corners of their mouths, pointed and long ears, slender and powerful torsos and limbs, and dark green or bronze skin. They use colorful paints to paint patterns and patterns on their bodies, wear clothes made of vines and leather, and move quickly and steadily.
This is a bunch of trolls!
Griffith and Lana clenched their weapons, fighting spirit and murderous intent surging in their chests, their sharp eyes patrolling among the densely packed trolls, ready to tear them apart.
"Wait a minute, Griffith, they may be the remnants of Bellomont," Sonia shouted hurriedly, "Let's talk to each other first, they should be able to communicate!"
As she waved her wand, arcane light enveloped her. Sonia chanted a short spell and shouted an unintelligible word to the trolls coming from all directions.
She was answered with a barrage of spears.
Galadia immediately activated the magic spell, gathering invisible strong winds in front of everyone as a barrier to block the rain of spears. The others hurriedly retreated to a convenient and hidden corner, preparing to fight.
A troll with a huge square mask on his head walked out from his tribe. He stared at the humans huddled in the corner. The words under the mask were so weird that they were incomprehensible.
"He is the elder of the clan. He said that we are all bugs and should be nailed to the wall or used as sacrifices." Sonia translated for everyone while preparing a new round of spells. "He spoke the language of ancient trolls. I will activate a communication spell for you, which can translate the conversation. It is not very accurate, but it is barely usable."
The radiance of arcane magic immediately fell on everyone. Griffith suddenly understood the troll's words, as if they were human lingua franca.
"I will use you as millstones for warriors," the troll elder said.
"What's the use of translation!" Galadia shouted, "Don't you just want to kill us?"
"If we can communicate, maybe we can negotiate." Sonia actually started to rummage through her backpack under the rain of bullets, and found a book. "Yes, you see, in the ancient troll civilization, there is a legend called 'Na Zak's ritual, outsiders can propose a glorious and sacred duel."
"Nazak, Nazak!" Before Galadia could explain Nazak's rules in detail, Griffith and Rana were already shouting.
The trolls drowned out their voices with an ever-increasing barrage of spears.
"I'm sorry, it's really useless..." Sonia covered her face with a book.
"It's not necessarily useless. I didn't see any trees along the way. They couldn't have thrown a lot of spears." Griffith pointed to the spears that fell on the ground. "As long as we can hold on for a while, we can Opportunities can be found.”
The two sides were locked in a stalemate. Sure enough, not long after, the rain of spears became rare. Suddenly a few of the trolls besieging them ran towards them with bare hands.
"Don't let them recover their weapons!" Griffith shouted, "I'll go first, Lana, you cover everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the enemy, pulled out a hammer and smashed it towards an enemy.
The hit troll let out a scream, but held on to the hammer and refused to let go. Several of his fellow tribesmen around him stopped picking up spears and pulled out a black knife and rushed towards him howling.
Griffith drew his "Eviscerate" dagger and stabbed a troll warrior in the chin. Immediately, two people grabbed his arms and stabbed him in the waist with daggers.
"Bang!"
The black short knife made of unknown stone hit the ice armor. Griffith twisted his hands, smashed their heads together, and then swung his elbow to smash the head of another troll who had just rushed forward.
The underground cave suddenly became the scene of a melee. Griffith thrashed around like a bear surrounded by wolves, grabbing one troll after another and knocking them to the ground. These creatures pounced on and besieged him one after another, and then one after another their arms were twisted off and their cheeks were broken. But the more they fought, the more courageous they became, and more of the same tribe watching the battle behind them rushed over to join the battle group, shouting wildly.
"Griffith, come back quickly!" Sonia saw his contracted knight being surrounded by enemies like a candy bar looking for ants, and immediately began to arrange dust crystals and magic circles, preparing to launch a large-scale attack Magic spells take care of these enemies.
"Slow down!" Galadia hurriedly held her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then said firmly, "Don't be in a hurry."
A rolling ball of flesh appeared in the cave, and many hands and heads rose and fell one after another. Suddenly, a powerful energy surged in the flesh ball, and with a loud noise, the troll warrior flew out radially in all directions.
Cold air currents, broken ice, severed arms, and blood splashed everywhere. Griffith's streamer shield exploded amidst the dense attacks, knocking all the groups of trolls to the ground.
The chaotic cave suddenly became quiet, and the carnival-like shouts were silenced by waves of low moans.
Griffith wiped the corners of his mouth, picked up a troll crawling at his feet and threw it aside. His eyes swept across the dark troll clan, and he said coldly in a language they could understand: "Next one."
Gradually, a rhythmic low cry began to emit from the trolls, which was eerie, mysterious and majestic. The other trolls began to echo, and they beat the ground with their weapons rhythmically, making a rumbling cry:
"Nazak, Nazak!"
The elder wearing a huge wooden mask stood out from the crowd and shouted majestically to Griffith:
"Outsider, you already have the qualifications to challenge our warriors. You will be hung on the highest cliff to dry and become our food reserve, and your shriveled head will be hung on the wall of the warrior hall. Your girl will be Become a sacrifice to the son of Domon.”
very good! Griffith turned to look at Lana. The latter carried Xia Long's two swords on his back, retreated between the stone pillars in a tacit agreement, and sneaked into the darkness to move quietly.
"Send out our warriors." The troll elders raised their arms and shouted.
The rumbling war drums echoed in the darkness, and the silent remnants began to roar with a unified and powerful voice. The heart-stopping and uniform roar seems to have some kind of magic power, awakening the most cruel and bloody desires in human nature.
"Nazak, Nazak!"
"This is the Nazak Sacrifice, a legendary blood sacrifice ceremony," Sonia said softly. "Both warring parties send warriors to take turns to fight until the last person is killed. The winner will have everything."
This is not the version I heard... Griffith thought back to the countess's promotion ceremony, in which even light cavalry and spear formations joined the battle, and felt that Sonia's statement was very unreliable.
