Roy cut off the heads of 8 evil ghosts and 2 evil ghost warriors with unprecedented ease, and the witcher, who had not recovered yet, was very knowledgeable and did not fight monsters with him. slip through the net.
Afterwards, the two went through the tunnel and killed the evil spirits who had been turned over by the paralyzing poison and had lost control of their bodies one by one.
According to the final statistics, in the simple and ridiculous trap of the witcher, 20 evil spirits and 5 more advanced evil spirit warriors died in less than a quarter of an hour.
In addition to sweating and numb hands, Roy didn't see a single wound on his body!
Demon warriors have 30 experience points, and ordinary evil spirits have 20 points.
This killing gave him a total of 550 experience points, and the experience value became LV3 (1080/1500).
At this rate, it won't take long to upgrade.
His face was flushed and his breathing was slightly short of breath.
The witcher glared at him and warned,
"Little devil, don't think that evil ghosts are no threat, with your current ability, three heads can make you cry!"
One shot to death, the other killed with shock. In the end, you can only fight meleely!
"This tricky method can only be taken in the special terrain of the Smirk mine."
"Don't worry..." Roy nodded solemnly, his face calmed down, "I just thought of some other happy things."
"I'll inform you now that the dream is over! The guards are all dead, and it's time for us to enter."
The witcher took the lead, and the two left the ground covered with corpses and walked down the tunnel to the end.
Entering an open pit, where densely intertwined tunnels converge, and on the back is the road that continues into the Smyrke mine.
The two tacitly cooperated to scavenge all the bones and tattered clothes nearby, found more than 100 crowns, put them away, and bowed to the human remains on the ground.
"Although we have distributed your dead people's wealth, as principled witchers, we will not take the money for nothing. We will build a tomb for you to settle down later."
Roy looked around, and when his eyes turned to the northeast corner, his eyes suddenly froze—
Stacks of pale skeletons were piled up in a pyramid shape, and the highest point was about two minutes later.
Each pile of "pyramids" contains at least thirty skulls, and the two of them looked closely, most of which were from humans, dwarves, elves, goblins... The rest were small animals such as mice and lizards.
The cloudy secretions of evil spirits dipped between the skulls, holding them even tighter, like some rough-hewn, unfinished building—some kind of maddeningly provocative building with the skulls of its enemies, with black holes on it. His eyes stared silently to the extreme, as if telling the pain and fear of his life!
"It's all the handwriting of evil spirits? What's the purpose of doing this, showing off one's might?" Roy's face was sullen, his eyes flickering, his face was both horrified and a little angry.
Lesso's expression was still indifferent, and his tone was calm, "Humans are just a pile of walking meat for evil spirits. What is the difference between the status of cattle and sheep in our eyes? The law of nature is the law of nature."
"Don't bother yourself, just remember to kill them all when you encounter them!"
"That's right!" Roy took a deep breath, his eyes became firm, and his thoughts were instantly understood. "Evil ghosts are just experience points for walking."
Leto said at the right time, "Let's go and have a look, there should be our target nearby, the ghost's lair."
The shape of the lair is very peculiar, like a honeycomb buried in the ground. There is a cavity with a radius of three chi in the inner circle, which is enough to accommodate several evil spirits entering and exiting at the same time.
The witcher stepped onto the lair, reaching out to caress its slightly elastic, uneven shell. "According to the habits of evil spirits, no matter what kind of prey they hunt, including the corpses of their compatriots, they will leave a portion of the meat and throw them into the nest, which will become the nutrients of the mother's nest to breed new life."
"It's equivalent to amniotic fluid." Roy, who had regained his composure, stretched his neck and glanced into the nest.
In the past, every time he controlled the white wolf to kill the monsters and threw honeycomb bombs into the evil ghost's lair, he had the urge to dig the cave and go in to find out. This time he finally got his wish.
Look at the black hole ahead, what secrets are hidden
What caught the eye was a layer of viscous black liquid, which slowly wriggled like an ooze, as if an invisible big hand was stirring constantly, and you could vaguely see some corrupted animal and human corpses suspended on the surface of the liquid.
The strange smell emitted from it was similar to the stinky salted fish and feces that had been fermented for half a month, but the two were covered in flesh and blood, and their noses had long been numb, and there was no response.
And the cavity above the fluid, like the inner wall of some biological tissue, faintly sees the thick blood vessels pulsing and pulsing regularly.
The two cicada-like ghost embryos were tightly attached to it, connected to the inner wall through the umbilical cord of the navel, and greedily sucked and absorbed nutrients.
Through the thin coat of flesh, it can be seen that the fetuses of evil ghosts have the shape of human babies, they are sleeping peacefully with their eyes closed, their limbs curled up, but their bodies are much larger than human babies, and their skins show a strange patch. blue-black.
"How, enough appreciation? It's time to do business!"
"Is this nest alive? Just like the queen bee in the swarm, directing the swarm to breed new offspring."
The witcher took out the last alchemy bomb "Honeycomb" on his waist, "It's alive, but it's unclear whether the nest is conscious. There are countless species imported from other planes after the confluence of the celestial spheres, and the warlocks have studied a few There are still many secrets that can't be cracked in a hundred years. Anyway, if we don't completely destroy it, in a week or so, it can breed new evil spirits and continue to run rampant in the Smirk Mine."
Roy took the honeycomb bomb from the witcher, stumped, hesitated slightly,
"There are two little evil spirits bred in the nest."
"Why, you pity them?"
"No, I'm thinking, why not more? It's more fun to blow up that way!" Roy thought of the cruel buildings, loosened his wrist holding the bomb, and the honeycomb fell into the dark liquid with a "pop".
Then he turned around abruptly and squatted down to cover his ears.
Hearing a muffled "bang", Roy seemed to return to the days when he used firecrackers to fry fish in a pond.
As soon as he looked up, the liquid and stumps of the sky erupted from the cave like a volcanic eruption, creating a foul smelling and extremely terrifying rain of flesh and blood in the air.
Vaguely, there was a desperate cry of pain from the nest, and the skeleton covering the surface of the nest wriggled abruptly. Thin outer skin.
"Hiccup..."
The lair hiccupped, and a thick blue smoke came out of its body, and almost at the same time, 110 experience points were displayed on the panel with a swish.
"Five points of experience for evil ghost cubs, 30 points of experience for ordinary evil ghosts, forty points of experience for evil ghost warriors, and 100 points of experience for lair."
Witcher lv3 (1190/1500).
In the promotion conditions of the apprentice, the hunting of magical creatures has changed from 5/10 to 7/10. It seems that the ghost and the lair cannot be classified as the same.
He looked forward more and more to the next hunt.