Polusna is located underground and has not seen rain for thousands of years, but the sewers are still damp and dark, and there is even water that has flooded the feet.

"It stinks!" Hutao frowned and covered her nose.

Because there was no ventilation, the sewer was filled with a putrid stench that was so strong that it was nauseating.

"It won't rain. Where did this dirty water come from?" Jackson walked one step at a time. The stagnant water was mixed with mud. It felt greasy and uncomfortable when he stepped on it.

"The underground environment will have a lot of moisture condensation, dew, groundwater, etc., which will naturally gather in the lower-lying sewers." Downton explained casually, and turned the flame of the oil lamp even bigger, "

Jackson, what's the visibility like?"

"It's okay, no problem within ten meters." Jackson saw two low-level ghouls starting to move forward. Although they didn't want to leave, they had to follow them.

"Do you want to cast a lighting spell?" This kind of basic spell is not difficult, and it didn't take long for Celes to learn it.

"No, it's not good if it's too bright." Downton objected, "Be alert to your surroundings, especially when you encounter a curve. You must stop and let the ghouls clear the way."

"Okay!" Hutao responded loudly.

"There is no need to be so loud. From now on, if there is no situation, it is forbidden to speak or make any noise." Downton ordered, "Jackson, shut up your mouth!"

Stepping on the mud and holding oil lamps, the team followed the established route and headed towards the Holy Prayer Cathedral.

The sewer is not as cramped as imagined. It is a circular structure with a diameter of about three meters. The building material is stone. There are stability and drying magic circles engraved on some load-bearing parts. However, as it has been in disrepair over time, the magic circle has broken down early.

It fell off, so cracks appeared in some parts, or even collapsed, but fortunately it did not block the passage.

"The route chosen is good." Homer praised.

The sewer under the main street is the gathering place of the surrounding branch waterways, and is naturally the widest. After walking for a while, Homer discovered that Downton had even considered this issue long ago, so the route he chose was rather

If you go around a little further, you have to take the main sewer.

This ensures that when encountering a surprise attack, there is enough space to move around and establish a defensive formation.

The stagnant water was stepped on by military boots, making a gurgling sound. No one spoke. There was only the sound of breathing. In the barely breathable sewer, the echo was amplified, giving people a claustrophobic and oppressive feeling.

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me quickly." Downton lowered his voice and reminded again.

Hu Tao has a carefree temperament, like a hunter on an adventure in search of treasure. She wishes that Jackson would walk faster. It is impossible to expect her to be afraid.

Although Celes has been living in Polusna, she has never been down here. So she had a nervous look on her face and kept holding the shower staff tightly, fearing that something would suddenly rush out and attack everyone.

"How far have we gone?" Hu Tao still couldn't hold back and asked.

"Half!" Downton didn't even look at the map. He recalled the road he had traveled and directly gave the data.

"No way? The environments are all the same. How can you tell the difference?" Hutao didn't believe it, "Homer, is he right?"

"Correct." Homer smiled, "He has memorized the map in his mind. It's easy to distinguish by comparing it with the physical signs."

"Remember that for what? It's such a waste of brain power, and it's not like we don't have a map?" Jackson muttered.

"If you encounter a strong raid and need to move, who will give you time to look at the map?" Homer sneered, "You will definitely run around and not be able to find your way back."

Downton did not stop everyone from talking. The environment was too depressing. If the team remained silent, morale would drop. Moderate communication would ease the mood. Anyway, as long as you don't speak loudly, it will cover up the abnormal noises around you.

"After walking for so long, I didn't even see a mouse. What kind of monster could there be?" Jackson didn't believe it.

"I found that you are very suitable for the scout profession. You are fast enough, and if your head is not damaged, you will not die even if your body is beaten to pieces, so it doesn't matter if you fall into a trap." The magic book can project text in front of everyone, and it is dim

In the sewers, the flaming demonic flame text is not only clear, but also illuminated.

"Sir, please let me go!" Jackson cried and begged for mercy.

"It's a pity that I'm not observant enough." Downton sighed, "Didn't you see that pile of bones just now? There must be some kind of monster living in the sewer."

"What bones? Are there any?" Hu Tao couldn't remember.

Celes became even more nervous and kept looking back worriedly.

"It's too rotten to be recognized." Downton was very sorry. Otherwise, with his knowledge of grimoires, he would definitely be able to identify it, so he could have taken precautions in advance.

"Hope nothing will happen!" Jackson prayed to Lady Justice.

"Don't worry, Downton has already made arrangements. Haven't you noticed that there is a low-level ghoul at the front and the end of the team, each fifty meters away, just to deal with unexpected situations." Homer felt that Downton

This group leader is just like a nanny. It's so frustrating that none of the group members can help.

"There is trouble, tighten the formation!" Downton suddenly shouted, pulled out the black dragon wings, held the tower shield, crossed the walnut, and rushed to the front, "Follow me, everyone speed up!"

"What's wrong?"

Hutao and Celes felt Downton's worry and asked questions at the same time. Unfortunately, this was completely useless. How could Downton have time to explain to them? And what they had to do was to concentrate, keep up with him, and pay attention to their surroundings at any time.

Ready to fight.

"Celeste, shoot the lighting spell forward, as far as possible." Downton ran, splashing water, "Wutao, protect Celes, don't run around."

Hu Tao was about to chase after Downton, but had to slow down after hearing this.

Low-level ghouls already have simple wisdom. When encountering a crisis, they will instinctively develop a sense of avoidance or attack, which will cause fluctuations in soul power.

As the master of the ghouls, Downton had a connection between the two due to the 'Repentance of the Dead', so he used this wave of fluctuation as an early warning 'magic', so he allowed them to move fifty meters ahead.

, but he had no way of knowing what kind of trouble he encountered.

But soon, an unknown enemy attacked.

Two thick masses of black mist mixed with a foul stench drifted over from the front and back, obscuring everything. The light of oil lamps and lighting techniques could not penetrate. The entire field of vision of the team was left with only darkness.

"Don't be nervous. Keep charging forward." Downton yelled, "Homer, release ten heavily armored ghouls and pile them all behind you."

After being promoted to the fifth soul level, Downton can carry twenty demon servants, including six low-level demon servants and fourteen miscellaneous fish. Four-fifths of them are wearing heavy armor to be used as human shields.

The war space was opened. The ghouls came out in droves and blocked the sewers.

Wululu! Wululu!

A strange shouting sounded in the passage, and the footsteps became denser.

"They are a kind of underground fish-men. They are greeting their companions and intercepting us."

Homer is indeed a great encyclopedia, and those Uluru cries are the ethnic language of the fish people. Even the most knowledgeable linguists will not dabble in this indigenous language. Because the fish people who use them are too rare and too rare.

not enough.

"How's the combat effectiveness?" Downton asked. The sound of iron weapons impacting could be heard from behind. It was obvious that he had encountered an enemy.

Because of the echo, Downton could not determine the number of attacking fishmen based on their footsteps, but there were definitely no less than a hundred, so there must be a fierce battle.

"Ordinary murloc warriors are no different from human soldiers. But this time there is obviously a murloc shaman coming. The black mist is a cloud of corrosive acid, which will fill the air with acid. It will not only obscure the enemy's vision and damage the eyes, but also inhale it.

It will also damage the lungs in the future, and over time, it will cause breathing difficulties."

Homer immediately released the dispersion technique, but due to the terrain of the sewer, it would take some time for the black mist to completely dissipate, and the enemy shaman might continue to release acid cloud magic.

"These murlocs should be aborigines living in the sewers. Damn it, how do you dispel this black mist?" Downton was very depressed. Although he had made many plans, the enemy's attacks still left him in a hurry.

The two ghouls who were exploring the road at the front had already encountered the enemy. Fortunately, they were low-level. After retreating for more than ten meters, they withstood the opponent's attack with a fearless attitude.

Downton was only thirty meters behind. Upon seeing this, he immediately pounced on him, trying to fight his way out.

"Oh, I've been shot. These damn fishmen have intact eyesight and can see us." Jackson shouted anxiously.

After living underground for many generations, the eyes of these fish-men have evolved long ago. For them, darkness is day.

Downton was furious. Even though he had an oil lamp and lighting skills, he couldn't see anything. He could only raise his shield and hit it hard.

He could feel that he had hit some creatures and they were howling miserably, but he felt uncomfortable as he was stabbed. If the 'Hundred Warriors' defense hadn't been strong enough, he would have been injured.

Ahem! Ahem!

The acid cloud corroded the lungs, causing Hutao and Celes to cough violently.

As a ghoul, Jackson's lungs were already rotten, but these attacks did the least damage to him.

"The cleansing technique of the dragon-slaying level can dispel most of the magic that causes unclean effects." Even the corrosive acid cloud cannot block the brilliance of the magic flame text. "I have already discussed it with the cheap god, so turn back!"

Downton turned his head, and a golden arrow shot out from the grimoire and went straight to his eyebrows.

Phew, Downton's upper body was thrown backwards after being hit, and his head felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram. He was slightly dizzy, but some obscure spells also immediately appeared in his mind.

Downton raised his hand, and a soft white light lit up on the tip of his index finger, which then formed into a ball and spread into a white-gold halo, spreading around.

The corrosive acid cloud illuminated by the cleaning technique immediately turned into black rainwater, shrinking visibly to the naked eye.

"Ahem, Celes, howl of death!" Downton held back his cough and directed the battle.

It was indeed a dragon-slaying level magic. Although Downton used it, its power was greatly weakened, but it was enough to dispel the black fog, and the visibility finally improved.

It was like a demonic sound filling the brain, and the death wail was like the shriek of the god of death, sweeping through the surroundings. Because of the echo from the sewers, the damage caused was even greater than usual.

The fishmen's offensive immediately disappeared, and Wululu's screams filled the air.

Downton's side didn't feel well either. After all, the Death Wail was a ranged strike, and the effect wouldn't be sharp just because they were one of their own.

"Kill!" Downton roared, charging forward, and swung out the giant killing blow.

A fish-man was chopped into two pieces, and dark red blood was sprinkled on the wall.

As his vision returned, Downton finally saw the appearance of these monsters clearly.

This underground murloc is only one and a half meters tall. Its limbs are short and thin, and they don't look very powerful. They have something like frog webs between their fingers and feet, which secrete mucus. Even if they let go, their weapons can stick to their palms.
To be continued...