Clint nodded to express his understanding. Just as he was about to jump into the mire, Geralt grabbed his collar and lifted Clint into the air.
Like a cat being held by the scruff of the neck, Clint was lifted up in the air by Geralt. Clint's limbs were hanging down like noodles, and finally Geralt placed him next to him.
Like a big cat scolding a kitten, Geralt scolded Clint: "If I say less, you will kill yourself in this fortress. Can you be more careful?"
Clint, who was confused, looked at the Frank pit in front of him. Apart from monsters and quagmire, there was no difference between them.
Geralt pointed at the bubbling quagmire and said angrily: "With your current physical condition, as long as you step into the quagmire, you will be poisoned and die immediately. Even the powerful Black Knight just now cannot survive if he steps into the quagmire.
how long."
Hearing such a powerful poisonous pool, Clint couldn't help but shrink his neck, took a step back, and hid behind Geralt.
"Find the right foothold in the quagmire. Although they are not easy to find, they can provide you with a temporary foothold in the quagmire."
As he spoke, Geralt jumped towards a dark area.
Sure enough, this is an area formed by the raised foundation in the mire. After being corroded by the toxicity of the mire, the color becomes darker.
Stepping on these deeper locations, Geralt led Clint step by step closer to the target.
"Wait a minute, throw a flame pot at that place."
Before the next stop, Geralt stopped Clint and directed him to use the flame pot to attack.
In a dangerous environment, the most important thing is to obey the arrangements. Clint threw the flame pot towards the location indicated by Geralt.
The flame pot shattered at the next landing point, and the contents of the pot spread out, and then spontaneously ignited, igniting the entire area. Shock waves also appeared and spread across the surrounding quagmire.
The moment it was burned by the flames, the area began to churn, split into more small parts and spread around, and some squirmed around the two of them.
"This is sludge. It will only respond to fire-type attacks. Ordinary slashes or blunt hammers will hardly cause any major damage to it."
As he spoke, Geralt took out his long sword and slashed at the mud a few times. The entire blade of the sword penetrated deep into the mud, and then broke out.
But the mud just squirmed and then returned to its original state.
"Another thing to note is that it has its own attack methods, like this..."
The silt that had just been attacked also started its own counterattack. It was seen working hard to shrink itself, compressing its size, and then suddenly released outwards. As it spit out, spiral-shaped spikes appeared in Jero's body.
Special front.
He took two steps back slightly to distance himself, and the silt's attack lost its target.
"Don't underestimate these slow guys. I have tested their thrusts and they can pierce 20mm of uniform armor. What's even more annoying is that they will attach to walls and roofs and fall down when people pass by.
Eat the heads of these unfortunates."
Listening to the introduction, Clint imagined the scene described by Geralt. Thinking of having his head chewed off by this slime-like creature, the hair on his body stood up.
In this way, relying on the flame pot to clear the way, the two finally arrived not far from the target building without any danger.
This place is not as peaceful as at the edge of Flan Fortress. The roars of various monsters and the crawling of mud are everywhere.
Burning stakes were planted in the open ground among the mire, providing some light for the shady environment.
On the road they must pass, there is a tall and thin monster standing with its back to the two of them. It has reverse-jointed legs and a head full of sarcoma. Some white hair grows complicatedly around the head.
"That's Gulu, a unique monster of the Farang Fortress. It was once a descendant of the auxiliary priests of the Farang Fortress. Although it doesn't have much intelligence now, it still guards their tribe."
After briefly introducing Gollum, Geralt pointed to the stairs opposite the quagmire and said: "That's the way up there. Listen carefully. As long as I kill that Gollum first, the rest will be attracted. You can take advantage of this moment."
Get up quickly."
"What about you?"
Hearing Clint's concern, Geralt said angrily: "You are my trouble now, kid. You are so weak that I have to take action to protect you all the time."
Clint scratched his head awkwardly, then calmed down completely, waiting for Geralt's signal.
Geralt, holding a long sword, slowly approached Gollum, who had his back to them. He held the sword in both hands, swung the sword in a round shape, and made a powerful upward attack, slashing from Gollum's butt to his back.
Gollum, who was attacked, turned around and let out a soul-stirring roar towards Geralt. The sound waves passed through the air, and white sound waves could be seen.
This roar was Clint's signal. He used all his strength and flew towards the stairs like an arrow from the string.
Gulu's roar also attracted more companions. The small Gulu got down on all fours and flew towards here like a wild beast.
Geralt cut off Gollum's legs, and before he had time to execute him, he turned around with his sword, blocked Gollum's attack, kicked him away, then turned around and slashed Gollum's head with a roundhouse slash.
Clint avoided the mud in the quagmire and rushed to the bottom of the stairs only to find that there was a pile of mud guarding it.
Throwing all the flame pots on his body towards the pile of mud, Clint watched them disappear in the baptism of flames.
After finishing the processing, Clint shouted: "Geralt, it's ready here!"
"Hurry up!"
Following Geralt's command, Clint climbed up the endless stairs using his hands and feet.
After climbing up for a while, Clint subconsciously looked down and found a huge Gollum that was more than dozens of meters tall. The Gollum easily uprooted a big tree and walked towards Geralt.
"Geralt, a big guy is coming towards you!"
Clint loudly reported the battlefield situation to Geralt. Unexpectedly, Clint's voice attracted the attention of the elder Gollum.
I saw this elder Gulu waving the giant tree in his hand, and clusters of blood-brown magic balls appeared at the roots of the giant tree.
"Climb up quickly, keep moving, and don't stop."
Geralt's warning was also conveyed to Clint's ears along with Elder Gollum's spell-casting movements.
Clint's strengthened body began to climb rapidly on the stairs. He glanced down from the corner of his eye, and Clint was almost scared out of his mind.
The spell balls summoned by Elder Gollum flew towards Clint one after another. Among the spell balls was a skull with an open mouth and a clicking sound.
These skull-shaped magic balls flew towards Clint, trailing like burning tail flames.
Fortunately, Clint listened to Geralt's warning and kept climbing without stopping. The magic ball just followed Clint's movement route and bombarded behind Clint.
Death is always one step slower. The bombing of spells made Clint personally feel the impact of the 152mm grenade exploding around him, but the building did not tremble at all.
Finally, Clint, who had been climbing for who knows how long, finally saw the top of the stairs.
Just when Clint was about to reach the top in one or two steps, a hand reached down and gave Clint a lift.
"Oh, thank you, wait, Geralt, how did you get up here? You are obviously still down there?"
Standing on the balcony at the top, Clint realized that the person pulling him was actually Geralt. Unlike Clint who climbed up and was dripping with sweat, Geralt didn't even have any dirt on his body.
"Didn't I say it? I only need to waste energy and time to protect you. Come on, there will be no danger on the next road."
Without answering Clint's words directly, Geralt just led Clint up the stairs on the balcony.
As he turned the corner of the stairs, Clint saw a flash of blue light.
For this reason, Clint asked: "Geralt, I saw the light like the crystal just now, where did it slip away?"
Geralt touched his neatly trimmed beard and said: "Then you are in luck. It is said that there is a gem crystal insect on the top floor. If you catch it and give it to the magicians, they will make a special one for you.
A magic weapon. But let’s get down to business now.”
Entering the building from the left, Clint immediately saw a wolf lying in the sword. Although the wolf died, only the dark skin was left, without the bright fur before, but the indomitable momentum was still full of it.
covering the entire space.
Geralt walked up to the old wolf, knelt down on one knee and prayed softly.
Just when Clint wanted to imitate Geralt and knelt down to pray, Geralt stopped him and said: "Don't be like this Clint, you are not an official hunter yet. You can only join the French Undead Team to protect the law."
Only those who can prevent the spread of the abyss in Lan Fortress can pray to Old Wolf Fran. You can rest nearby for a while."
After saying that, Geralt lowered his head and whispered something. Seeing this, Clint walked around the old wolf's hall without interrupting.
The entire hall was empty and even a little shabby. Only on one side of the hall were the remains of the old wolf and the various sacrifices brought by the worshipers. Next to the old wolf was another square area with a huge stone inside.
floor.
When Geralt finished praying and stood up, Clint's figure disappeared. Just when Geralt was about to go out to look for it, Clint held a gem crystal insect that was constantly twisting its body in his hands.
Came in from outside.
"Look, Geralt, I caught it, the little guy is really strong."
The six-legged little beast has a blue gem on its back, and its entire body exudes a white and gray luster. It looks very cute.
Now Clint was holding on to this little guy, and his whole body was involuntarily deviated from his normal posture. There were even a few times when the gem crystal worm broke free from his hands.
Geralt reached out and took it, operating it on the back of the gem crystal insect. After a while, a gem emitting milky white light appeared in Geralt's hand.
He threw the gem to Clint and said: "This is a radiant keystone. It can strengthen special weapons, but one can only be strengthened once. You can also change it to other ordinary weapons to strengthen it at Dragon Academy. You decide for yourself."
Clint accepted the gem and while he was still thinking about what weapon to exchange for it, Geralt fed the gem crystal insect something and then let it go.
Watching the gem crystal worm twist its little tail and disappear into the corner, Clint thought it was quite interesting.
"Let's go, we should go up."
After walking around just now, there was no upward staircase. Clint didn't understand how to reach the upward direction Geralt said.
Until they stood on the square stone platform next to the old wolf, Geralt stepped on the protrusion in the center of the platform. The entire platform began to rise slowly.
Clint couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "This is actually an elevator?"
Geralt's tone was as if he was trying to deal with a fool: "What else?"
The elevator slowly rises to the top. When you step out of the elevator, you will see a huge open-air balcony, where you can see the entire Fran Fortress.
Clint had never seen such a scene before. The warm sunshine swayed down from the sky and fell into the woods of the Farang Fortress. The continuous fortress walls in the distance surrounded the entire fortress.
Under the sunlight, the walls of the fortress also emit a warm glow, forming a strong contrast between warm and cold, light and dark, and the dark and silent forest.
But looking at the entire Fran Fortress, Clint noticed the difference.
Clint analyzed the layout of the entire fortress and finally came to a surprising conclusion: "This fortress is not designed to prevent invasion from the outside, but to prevent invasion from within?"
"As you can see, the catacombs of Casas are under the Fortress of France. In order to prevent the abyss, this group of young people who swore to the wolf blood voluntarily turned this place into a fortress and stayed here for life.
"
Geralt explained the entire fortress, pointing to the three towering beacon towers in the fortress and said: "Those three beacon towers are the test for Fran to join the team. Only after extinguishing the three beacon towers and swearing an oath to the wolf blood can he
Meet the real Farlan Guards - the Farlan Undead Team."
Geralt eloquently told the story about the Farran Fortress. Such fearless warriors who charge into the abyss always gain sympathy from other warriors.
Clint couldn't help but want to see the undead team that Geralt mentioned.
However, while Clint was still thinking about it, Geralt slapped him on the shoulder and woke him up.
"Okay, stop dreaming. You're not even a hunter now. You can't eat a whole crab in one go. You can only be considered a weakling. Come with me, weakling."
With such ridicule, Clint couldn't find anything to refute. After all, he was not a hunter now, and he couldn't finish a five-meter-tall crab.
Go up the stairs next to the balcony and arrive at the top of the entire Fran Fortress.
But the further up, the more Clint could hear the dull sound of hitting the ground, like a large creature dragging its steps.
Sure enough, when he reached the top, a huge gray monster appeared in front of Clint. It held a huge hammer weapon in both hands and patrolled in circles around the top.
Clint subconsciously took down the short bow on his shoulder, bent the bow and nocked an arrow, and aimed at the monster, preparing to shoot.
However, Geralt pressed down Clint's bow and asked somewhat depressedly: "What are you doing?"
"I'm attacking the enemy, but you can't see such a big monster?"
"What kind of monster? Stop making trouble. That's our driver, and we still need it to get to Huanyin City!"