Human skin…
Griffith's scalp felt numb, and he looked at the object picked up from the branch again to confirm that his judgment was correct.
Some kind of man-eating monster had invaded the roads into and out of Canaan.
Following the water flow that brought this human skin, Griffith gradually went deeper into the dark sewer. At the corner ahead, blue mist was steaming, making the deep darkness even more eerie.
This is the light mist. The underground magic energy network transmits magic power to the ends of Canaan's twigs. It is a diffraction phenomenon caused by the action of diffuse energy and particles in the air.
Following the path of light mist, Griffith found a flat land above the water.
It was a large dry ground strewn with torn tents and blankets, and grooves dug into the walls where brass kerosene lamps were placed. Blackened, messy footprints and drag marks stretched into the black water.
Pots, bowls, kettles, rifles and daggers were scattered on the ground. There had been a fierce fight at the scene, and some smelly unknown liquid was left hanging on the objects.
It seems that this is a temporary camp, probably the camp of the Confederate agents responsible for the response... Griffith immediately started and found a diary among the debris.
The author of the diary did not leave his name, but the elegant cowhide cover and paper, as well as the broken new muskets in the debris pile, all indicate the identity of the author.
【Log 1】
“The swamp here is eerily quiet.
“Before we set off, we were told that the poor people living in the sewers tied newborn lambs to rafts and pushed them into the water.
“Sacrifice is offered every blue moon night, but children still go missing.
"But this can't shake my will. My superiors have assigned me to be a guide and serve a big shot. This is my chance to get ahead!"
【Log 2】
"We set up camp in the sewers leading to the city. Although our noses gradually adapted to the stench, the magic mist that dispersed in the pipes still made us feel uncomfortable.
"The indigenous people here, if you can call these addicts, are really disgusting. They hide in the dark like cockroaches, and their withered faces and fingers make it difficult to connect them with humans, but more like some kind of insects. The only thing in the minds of the owners of these stinky ponds is to go to the cracks in the ground regularly to suck the magic mist that leaks out. Diazine can no longer satisfy them.
“They always keep saying that there are black tongues in the water, and their confusion makes me question the reliability of all the information.
"I have to re-plan the route and not let the big man down."
【Log 3】
"Good news: I can get free mushroom soup.
"Bad news: I have a mushroom on me."
【Log 4】
"There are a lot fewer drug addicts! Those cracks in the ground where the magic mist seeps out should be packed with people.
"It's strange that I didn't notice their migration. Although they are all insignificant idiots, I must pay more attention to the dangers in the dark."
【Log 5】
"A few scouts did not report back to the camp at the stipulated time. I ordered the others to double their sentries and be on alert at all times."
【Log 6】
"The witcher has finally arrived.
"These bastards in riding boots have high eyes, but it's undeniable that they are all first-rate, great boys. I assign tasks and they clean up." …
【Log 5】
"I found a severed foot wearing a witcher's riding boots."
Griffith stopped suddenly, something touched his spirit. He looked at the black water not far away, and suddenly felt that something was staring at him under the water.
Other parts of the diary draw the roads that have been explored. Starting from the camp at your feet, you can reach the city of Canaan in about one day.
Moving forward from here is a road full of dangers and unknowns, and no one knows what monsters are lurking in the darkness. Most of the people originally scheduled to take over are no longer available.
To move forward or to retreat, that is the question...
The safety of Galadia and the movements of Canaan are completely shrouded in fog. What is happening and what will happen next must be carefully investigated and studied, otherwise there is a great possibility of falling into a trap or running into a trap. An unspeakable mysterious and desperate situation.
"The enemy situation, terrain, troop situation and social situation, we can't be lazy." Griffith took a deep breath, calmed down and cheered himself up.
"As long as you have a clear understanding of the enemy's situation, our situation, and the terrain, your determination will be quick, hard, and firm. You will not be confused by any illusions or frightened by any difficulties. If the situation is unclear, you will Hesitating, hesitating, missing out on good opportunities, or reluctantly making up his mind, he will be easily shaken when encountering trouble, hearing complaints about difficulties and incorrect suggestions, and his efforts may be wasted in one wrong thought.”
While muttering military principles in his mind, he mustered up the courage to continue groping in the darkness.
High-end equipment comes with some built-in lighting functions, coupled with powerful perception and dull light haze, Griffith gradually mastered the environment, carefully observing and recording along the way. Gradually, he began to doubt his and Roland's judgment, and questioned why he should take such a path.
The elves drain their filth into the forest through the sewers here. The pipes had long been damaged and were exposed to the night sky at intervals. The tunnel leads to a pool, which is connected to the crypt. The surrounding water does not seem to be deep, but there is a swamp enough to swallow an army hidden under the fallen leaves and dead branches.
Waves of owl calls echoed in the treetops. The refreshing maple and birch forests have long since disappeared, replaced by endless darkness and corruption.
The rotten stench ferments in the forest, and there is a swamp hidden under the thick fallen leaves. The smell comes from the unfortunate victims.
The night here is thicker than sewer filth. In the panic-stricken silence, there was a faint sound of never-ending illusory dripping water, and reason was passing away bit by bit.
Such a dangerous environment can no longer be called a forest, it is simply a breeding ground for evil creatures. Not to mention the regular army, even the elite squad of Beyonders will have their sanity swallowed up bit by bit and become lost in the darkness. No wonder the armies of monsters and trolls have been attacking for thousands of years, but they can only pave the way with dead bodies repeatedly under the elven fortress...
Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound.
The moon above the head has long been dyed green, hanging high in the sky, casting evil thoughts and weirdness on the earth. There was no smell of living things around. Only furtive murmurs emerged from the dark depths. …
In the shadows illuminated by the green light, shadows that were shriveled and ugly than the dead branches flashed past.
coming!
They are silent and blend into the withered environment. Before I knew it, they were already densely packed in the gaps and shadows.
Griffith immediately retreated into a sewer. Waves of abnormal neighing noises that did not belong to human or animal organs revealed the ferocious nature. This strange and ominous sound was mixed with the dripping sound of mucus, as if it would melt the bones and flesh of a person.
The monster is no longer hiding, and dense terrifying auras are following from all directions.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
They seem to be the embodiment of terror, dripping with indescribable saliva, accompanied by the distant and strange sound of the flute, making people tremble from the heart.
They resemble insects and animals, and every corner is imprinted with anomalies and grotesques that evoke primal instinctive fear.
They have been waiting for a long time.
There are curling, weird shadows everywhere.
Griffith felt that he was surrounded from front to back, left and right, and immediately threw a box behind him. The predator web opened its tentacles like a jumping spider, ejected in the air and nailed to the wall. The spider silk strengthened by evil iron shimmered in the darkness, weaving a fine and sharp trap.
Griffith successively laid spider webs in both directions to block the road. No matter where the enemy comes from, he can face it head-on.
"The shield unfolds,
"Domination, tactical control.
"Super-level battlefield awareness, combat status activated."
Griffith dispersed his psychic energy, activated the four-layer shield of frost, medal, fortitude shield and emblem of the chosen one, ignited three vetoes, inserted them on the ground, opened the condemnation hammer, and took one from his waist Grenade, sword-like gaze swept across the shadows surging in the darkness.
"All fear stems from...
"Insufficient firepower."
Griffith threw a grenade at the approaching group of black figures.
"boom!"
The strong light illuminated the outline of the dragon, and thick liquid dripped from its petal-like mouthparts densely packed with sharp teeth.
A son of Domon, covered with a metallic black carapace, rushed towards him.
Griffith grabbed a veto and threw it. The top-level armor-piercing spear let out a shrill roar, shattered the monster's heavy armor with one blow, and exploded into a large ball of green juice.
The second veto was thrown immediately, and this blow shattered the top of the sewer, knocking down the two monsters that came around from above along with the rubble.
The third shot of veto made a thunderous explosion, tearing off the entire upper body of a monster.
At this moment, a scream suddenly came from behind, and the spider web arranged behind locked a son of Domon. This monster was obviously stronger than the same kind that appeared in Beyeland, biting desperately, trying to break free from the deadly net. However, Griffith didn't even need to take action, the sharp net rope began to tighten rapidly, splitting and crushing the monster's carapace bit by bit!
