Griffith, who was fighting at the front, heard screams like slaughtering pigs erupting in the woods. It may be that Brunave, who retreated to the rear for treatment, was attacked, but the battle in front of him left him too busy to care.
The monster that suddenly attacked had the texture and shape of fungi, but moved like an animal. Its trunk had humanoid limbs, its legs were short and quick, and its upper limbs were tightly clenched into big hammer-like fists. It was green.
There are two large white spots on its cap, like eyes. However, it does not seem to rely on vision to lock the enemy's whereabouts.
It is funny and ferocious, accompanied by the illusory sound of tinkling, dong dong, dong dong, as if the echo from the inside of the plant's trunk is directly imprinted in the depths of the soul.
The moment he saw it, the faint ticking sound that Griffith had always felt, like the sound of falling water, became more rapid.
After knocking Brunave away, the mushroom monster immediately targeted Griffith and charged towards him like a bison.
Galadia raised her hand and pointed, and the black thorns on the ground grew wildly, forming a cage to bind the mushroom monster's feet. Griffith took the opportunity to spin around the monster, and connected the mushroom cap to its human-like back neck.
The light was swung out from the position. With the sharpness of the holy sword, Griffith felt a strange jerkiness when he struck with the sword. The sword edge split the cap and stem of the mushroom, and a ball floated out.
Gray haze.
This haze attached to Griffith's streamer shield and began to corrode and destroy it at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Avoid those spores!" Miss Elf shouted from a distance.
Although he didn't know what was abnormal about these spores, Griffith was also shrouded in extremely strong uneasiness, and immediately mobilized the Order of the Riding Eagle to form a second layer of shield to resist.
"Griffith, don't fight it in close combat!"
Galadia's words were followed by silver arrows. The sharp arrows penetrated the mushroom monster's head, arms and torso, blowing away large pieces of surface tissue. However, the mushroom monster took over lightly.
After this round of intensive shooting, more spores spread.
The area covered by this cloud-like spore immediately showed a gray withered silence. The shrubs and plants that grew tenaciously in the corrupted forest withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the thorns summoned by Galadia also withered.
It crumbled and cracked like rotten wood that had been left for decades.
The monster raised his hand and punched, and the wind of the punch hit him like a mountain falling apart. Griffith hurriedly dodged and relied on the shield to block it. He was brushed by the wind pressure of the fist, and he did not expect that he would fly up like the orc.
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With huge strange strength, a harmless body and highly corrosive spores. Griffith realized that this was not an enemy that could be dealt with in close combat. After landing, he immediately gave up the plan of close combat and opened a distance to shoot with an ice gun.
However, the explosive power of the mushroom monster was astonishing, and it turned around and approached the elf with a fierce attack. Galadia quickly mobilized her "Wind Walk" ability to dodge the monster's attack and move at high speed.
She ran and jumped, turning around and shooting back as she leaped, as light as if she was flying. Although the monster was incredibly fast and powerful, it could only chase after it, being blasted with craters by a series of arrow clusters.
Galadia is so powerful! Griffith praised him, but he also realized that the crisis has not been resolved. Once the elf's extraordinary ability exceeds the time limit, it is inevitable that she will be caught up.
He must find a way to cooperate with her. Griffith concentrated his mind and poured extraordinary power into the corrupted ground. In the dark, he sensed that there were many bones under the swamp and rotten soil.
His spiritual energy swept through these rotten or semi-rotten corpses in turn, looking for strength that he could use. Finally, he found a mutated warg that had died not long ago under the soil not far away.
It’s you! The power of the Necromantic Curse drives the wargs underground to resurrect. The huge claws break free from the soil, and the tattered fur and rotten muscles wrap around the pale and thick arm bones, and they are held towards the void, as if to grasp them again.
Live the breath of life.
The skeletal warg resurrected from death, waiting for Griffith's order. It was larger than a bear, and even though its strong limbs had rotted away, people could still tell that it once had amazing explosive power. The green ghost fire was in the air.
It burned in its chest, igniting its empty eyes.
Griffith took off a belt and put it around the neck of the skeletal warg that had emerged from the ground. He turned over and jumped up, galloping away in the direction of Galadia.
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Brunave wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at his still fractured right arm. After treatment, the originally fractured arm now suffered from lacerations and internal injuries.
"Treatment is risky," Miss Shadow Priest turned her head, twirled her fingers on her long silver hair, and murmured in the smallest voice, "Yes, no, get up~"
As soon as she finished speaking, a monster they had never seen before galloped past them.
It looks like a mutated warg, but there is no intact flesh on the whole body. Thick gray-white bones support its body, and the skull is dripping with black rot. It is like a flash of green light passing through the black
In the forest, he rushed towards the elves flying up and down like the wind in the distance.
Brunave and Aslante stared dumbly at the undead that only appeared in nightmares, and their minds were dizzy. Then they noticed that Griffith was riding this monster, and their horror increased even more.
"As expected of a death knight!" Brunave was stunned for a while, then slapped his thigh and shouted, "I can't do this kind of thing."
Galadia has begun to feel weak in the extremely fast battle. She not only has to maintain psychic output to strengthen the attack, but also needs to spread her perception to the extreme while maneuvering at high speed to prevent herself from hitting rocks and rocks in the wind-like flying.
Sharp branches.
She became more and more tired, and her consciousness began to become a little blurry. Finally, she felt a familiar breath approaching.
The huge skeletal warg cut between her and the mushroom monster. Griffith took out his sentence, raised his gun and shot at the monster. This shot was not pre-loaded with adamantine bullets, but fired with ordinary lead bullets.
The hot projectiles hit the cap of the mushroom, knocking away a piece of the thick plant tissue.
Griffith did not expect that his shooting would achieve any results due to high-speed maneuvers and emergency stops. He turned around and reached out to Galadia to pick her up.
The elf lady dodged back with a "whoosh", dodging the big hand that was reaching for her slender waist. She raised her hand to grab it, held down his arm, and jumped directly onto the warg's back with a light step.
She didn't sit down either. She bent her bow and nocked an arrow with both hands, stepped on the wolf's back with one foot, and stepped on Griffith's head with one foot: "Move quickly, you won't stop until I tell you to stop!"
The skeletal warg ran wildly in the forest, as fast as a black whirlwind. Due to the limited space, it could only circle in open spaces and places with few trees. The pursuing mushroom monsters did not rest for a moment and pursued closely.
Griffith listened to the howling wind in his ears, and the surrounding trees and rocks were dragging shadows past at high speed. The running warg bumped up and down, almost making him vomit out the mushrooms he had just eaten.
Amidst the roaring wind of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", the Skeleton Warg did not launch a charge or attack, but ran around the mushroom monster, keeping a distance of more than ten steps.
Galadia seemed to be completely unaffected by such wild running and bumps. She stepped on the warg's back and Griffith's shoulders, swaying lightly to maintain balance, and continuously shot silver arrows.
Each of her arrows is wrapped in psychic energy. When it hits the mushroom monster, it will tear its body apart and explode a large cloud of spore mist. Whenever she wants to turn, she will step hard on Griffith's shoulder.
, the warg immediately turned to that side.
In this case, Griffith only had to concentrate on riding the warg. Although the mushroom monster chasing behind him was powerful, he could not catch up with him no matter how hard he tried.
This mutated plant has no face and no expression. If it were conscious, it would definitely feel deep despair. Its melee strength is extraordinary, its speed is very fast, and it can spread around with powerful corrosive effects when it is injured.
The spore cloud is extremely dangerous when faced with melee extraordinary people or wizards.
However, Griffith and Galadia formed the combination it feared most - the ranger's shooting skills were superb, and the warg's mobility was extremely high.
No matter how powerful this mutated creature is, no matter how tenacious its vitality is, it has been firmly suppressed. In less than a minute, Galadia shot ten arrows at it, each arrow containing spiritual energy.
The wounds all exploded. Even though it had strong vitality and no vital points, the accumulated damage still left it full of holes.
If the mushroom monster could shout, it would definitely use the most vicious language to curse the shamelessness of this man and woman. Faced with such a long-range shot that cannot be caught up and touched, any intelligent creature would vomit blood and die in frustration.
Finally, its injuries reached the point where it was almost unbearable, and its thick stem was about to break due to gaps one by one.
A wild roaring hurricane swirled around the mushroom monster, accompanied by increasingly clear and strange flutes and bells, and bursts of murmurs swirled in Griffith's ears. Watching the warg and shooter who took the Mercedes-Benz.
There is no other way, the mushroom monster activates some kind of special ability, which greatly increases the scope of the ability to damage sanity.
Galadia suddenly stepped on Griffith's head repeatedly. The would-be knight thought for a moment and realized that this should mean stopping. He immediately stopped the warg, and the silver arrows wrapped in the strong wind flew through the air and went straight towards the monster.
And go.
The arrow obliterated its tail feathers and arrow shaft during its flight, and the arrow trailed a trail of light through the mushroom's trunk. The dazzling light suddenly went out, and the extreme darkness almost swallowed up the green moonlight and air.
The mushroom monster was stunned for a moment as if it was petrified, and suddenly its whole body became gleaming with silver. A ball of lightning suddenly appeared at the breach, and then a "boom" sound set off an earth-shattering explosion.
A fresh wind blew through the damp and stagnant forest, and the storm-like whispers that filled my ears disappeared immediately, and a sense of clarity and reason returned to my brain.
Griffith took a deep breath and jumped off the warg. Brunave and Aslante were watching them not far away.
These two guys didn't help at all. He criticized in his mind and prepared to search for the fragments and loot of the mushroom monster.
At this moment, Galadiala took his hand and came over:
"Watch out for that orc."
"Well, what should I say?"
"Although he looks simple and honest, he might have some conspiracy," Miss Elf said while waving to the orcs and trolls nonchalantly, "His physique and strength are very strong, but his magic resistance is far worse than yours. For
It's a bit strange for a warrior.
"Secondly, as a powerful warrior and extraordinary person, his move toward the mushroom was too reckless. Will the chief give the heavy responsibility of competing for the position of clan leader to a reckless man?"
That makes sense... Griffith nodded secretly.
Miss Elf then pointed to the fragments on the ground: "This is the first time I have seen this mushroom monster, and I don't know much about it. However, I always feel that it looks like a large green mushroom. Could it be because
We have eaten many of our own kind to seek revenge on us? The orc knows that green mushrooms are edible, and I am worried that he deliberately attracted this monster to fight with us."
"What's the purpose?" Griffith whispered to himself, "It shouldn't be to kill us with this monster, otherwise he should take advantage of it. So, I suspect he is testing our ability?"
"It's possible," Galadia nodded deeply, picked up a magnificent crystal from the remains of the mushroom and put it away, "I have a guess, but there is no evidence. We can't confirm it until we get to the Firestone Tribe."
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After destroying the mushroom monster, the aura that had been watching them from a distance gradually left. The four of them walked a little further and climbed over a low mountain. The dank and gray aura disappeared, and an orc town appeared in the valley below them.
middle.
This is the town of the Firestone Tribe, which has been put under martial law for unknown reasons. Large groups of wolf cavalry ride wargs galloping up and down the avenue, and Orc soldiers are deployed on the arrow towers and observation decks.
"Something's not right," Brunave asked his three companions to hide in a hidden place and walked out first.
Griffith watched the surroundings vigilantly and secretly prepared the extraordinary characteristics. If the orcs used their brains, he would resurrect the corpses underground and destroy the tribe.
The Firestone Tribe is similar to a large human town. It is located in a dry and hot valley. The city wall is cleverly integrated with the valley and ridges to form a solid barrier. The red and yellow buildings are built on the yellow land, which makes people look at it.
Rugged warmth and enthusiasm.
The wide avenue was built directly on the flat land of the river valley, with dense dens and shops scattered on both sides, messy but clean and tidy.
Some human caravans appeared in this place openly, bringing large groups of mules and goods to trade with the orcs. Their faces were a little irritated and anxious, but the two sides only talked and did not make any moves.
According to the known intelligence, Griffith knew that the orcs were engaged in a border conflict with the Odessa region, and that Angevin girls were leading border soldiers and civilians to fight against them. However, these humans were still doing business in the orc territory, just like warring humans.
Not like their kind.
The area covered by the city walls of this town is not too large, but the terrain is dangerous. Griffith came here for the first time. He observed for a while and found that the Firestone Tribe occupied the east and west river valleys and surrounding areas, and could be reached to the north.
It leads to the core territory of the orcs, and to the west you can reach Arran and some elven territories, or the northeastern part of the Odessa region.
This is an important transportation place between orcs, elves and humans.
Griffith began to be vaguely aware of the intention of the orc chief to send Brunave, and at the same time he also had some guesses about the position and attitude of the current leader of the Firestone clan.