Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 854 Shocking Battle

"This bug's shell...does it seem to be useful?" Fran walked in from the door.

Hill quickly stood up: "I have informed the undead that Aglaia collects a large number of bug shells. I will pay according to the level. They will definitely bring back the most advanced ones."

Fran said noncommittally: "They must have devoured the corpses of some powerful creatures, the lines on the shells are obvious, there must be a powerful and terrifying owner behind them.

It's just kind of weird...why are these bugs kept so close to the ground?If you want to feed them, you have to transport the corpses from the depths of the ground...it's not cost-effective. "

Hill bowed his head and thought for a while before answering: "This is the passage below Arauzato's lair. He just established a covenant with the undead and moved to the Hidden Forest, so he handed over this road to the undead.

He is an ancient white dragon. Normally, he would go to the underground world to plunder every few decades.

Not everyone can raise so many wights... Maybe the mastermind behind the scenes wants a powerful bone dragon. "

Fran nodded in agreement: "It should be for this reason... It seems that the contract with the undead also saved his life. The corpse monster that can absorb life force and multiply infinitely, coupled with so many giant insects, is obviously not enough. It is cultivated for giant dragons with strong vitality."

He stared at the screen: "It seems that the undead will soon face the first strong enemy they encountered in the underground world...Now that William is not following, can they fight?"

"It doesn't matter." Hill said indifferently, "Whether it's a dark mage or a necromancer, they can only use summoned objects to attack. The shadow magic net is even more chaotic.

As long as it is not the kind of magic that instantly clears everything, the undead will never be afraid... Too many ants can kill elephants! "

The current level of the undead doesn't seem to be very high, but for Toril, who can't even appear as a demigod, it is enough to break their defense.As long as it's not all misses, the appearance of -1 is the biggest surprise for them.

Fran looked at the screen again, and then floated over to sit on a single sofa... obviously staying away from those boring and noisy goblins.

Although he was used to these little guys around Hill... Anyway, there was always something around Hill... But the high-frequency and fast communication still gave him a bit of a headache.

Looking at the screen, Fran sighed softly, and sincerely praised the worm king who caused countless troubles for the undead: "Ah! What an unimaginable explosive force, can the acid be sprayed so far?
In addition to strength, even the internal organs have been strengthened... How did this happen, what kind of creatures were devoured to make them evolve so perfectly?
Even if you eat the ancient dragon, it will not have such a good effect... Could it be that you have eaten more than one? "

Looking at the rare and long-winded Frank, Hill whispered to Liszt: "Except for the body, we charge 100 of each complete bug... first come, first served, the lowest level is 100 gold each, the higher the level, the price doubles." times.

Insect king doubled 5 times!
Go to the alchemy hall quickly... Don't let the undead be beaten up and burn the insect king. "

Liszt left in response, and Hill saw Fran's satisfied smile out of the corner of his eye: the master alchemist was actually expressing his dissatisfaction veiledly, and he thought Hill should have noticed something wrong the first time he saw these bugs.

As a master alchemist... researching various materials is of course a matter of course. Hill can not use killing methods to obtain biological materials, but it is too embarrassing that the worm shells that are readily available now have no intention of researching. ...Fran knew that Hill must understand how advanced knowledge of biological cultivation is required to form these bugs.

Hill also understood that this was his mistake.

For him, not to mention the minerals on the earth, even other materials, as long as they are sold, he can easily get them... Especially after arriving in Toril, the value of gold here is too high ...

So at some point, it is always easy to ignore the alchemist's sensitivity to materials.

Hill lowered his head in embarrassment: "I was too negligent this time, grandfather. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Fran showed a slight smile: "Remember to give me half...especially the big one."

"Of course, grandfather." Hill replied quickly.

The undead soon got the message of the time-space artifact, and Hill could already hear a loud voice shouting: "What are you grabbing! Can you still die and go back to hand in the quest if you snatch it?

Does that little money buy the experience you dropped?Do you buy the time you ran back?

At the end of the day, we can see who is luckier and who is faster after returning to the city... Now they are all honestly fighting monsters! "

The chaos of the undead was quickly suppressed...but it wasn't because of what the commander above shouted, but if he lowered his head to pick up the insect corpses, he might be bitten directly by the corpse demon that suddenly appeared... Bitten by the stuff is worse than being scratched by their claws and bleeding.

"This bleeding effect..." Fran said thoughtfully, "I'm a bit confused about the body structure of these elements of the undead...Obviously, the blood-enriching potion doesn't have much effect on them, but when they receive physical damage, it does Still have a normal reaction...

Is this because of the limitation of the will of the world? "

Hill said softly: "This is inevitable... Otherwise, the incarnation of the gods will not suffer any harm, and what they get will inevitably be given. It is the same in any world."

His eyes looked lightly at the pool of the gods in front of the Aglea Temple: the blood of Lansander was still shining there.

Fran's eyes lightly glanced over: "The will, the law, and the original power should all be formed according to a certain inherent logic, but no one can understand it... I hope that one day, I can touch these things." Mysterious knowledge... Of course gods can accept mystery and embrace mystery, but mages can't."

He looked at Hill with complex emotions in his eyes, and Hill understood his grandfather's worry: the connection between Hill and the gods was too close... Even when he came to Toril, which was so different from Trasil, he There are so many gods around him.

Now Hill can be regarded as standing at a crossroads: on one side is a flat road leading to a luxurious palace covered with flowers and red carpets, on both sides are full of friends smiling and waving to him, and his beloved two A daughter, but on the other side there is only a rugged path with no future in sight. Except for the figure of Fran in front, both sides are just mutant voids that cannot be seen.

As long as Hill's heart shakes a little bit, the gate of the palace will open to him...Fran doesn't think there is anything wrong with this future, but in his opinion, a path that will never end is better than a path that can be seen at a glance. Seeing the end of the avenue is fascinating.

He didn't want to force Hill to follow him on this difficult road, but with Frank's character, he didn't want his grandson to indulge in false prosperity either.

How many gods are there that are powerful enough to run rampant in the multiverse like Corellon?
Hill smiled at his grandfather: "Don't worry about me, grandfather, at least at this time, I still want to pursue the mystery of magic more than the greatness of gods."

Fran nodded silently, and turned his gaze back to the screen: the undead at this moment finally found a way to deal with those wights who suddenly attacked from the ground.

They're using faction detection auras all over the crypt.

Wherever the crimson light is located, countless thunder and lightning spells will appear and slam down... Even if there are still some omissions, most of the corpses have been found.

The faction detection spell released by the undead is, to a certain extent, more accurate than that of justice knights... William's definition of evil is much stricter than Tyre's.

Hill was watching the undead poking holes with great interest, but was startled suddenly by dozens of tall monsters in black robes who jumped up and rushed into the crowd: "Damn it! Why are there still demon soul corpses?"

These tall monsters moved quickly among the crowd, and the undead caught by them would receive a powerful hug... and then lick their faces with their long forked tongues.

The paralyzed undead were almost insane, their only available throat let out a violent scream, and the whole crypt echoed 'ahhhhhhhh' and 'don't'.

Hill couldn't help rubbing his hands, offering deep sympathy and pity for these unlucky ghosts.

The devil soul corpse is actually the corpse of a murderer or similar villain who died without making up for his sins. It looks hideous, almost like a skeleton, with rotting flesh and blood.

Even the undead who were killed by those corpse monsters because they were in a hurry, showed a smile with a smile on their faces: It would be great not to be hugged and licked by that thing!
Hill turned his head silently: The guy in charge of video recording has a very problematic mentality. He doesn't care about the battle situation ahead at all, and he doesn't care if there are people around him who are unlucky. The camera is always aimed at those unlucky ghosts.

The goblins landed on the bookshelf, screaming and screaming, cheering for every undead who was brutally licked.

As creatures of nature, they have always hated the undead. Many times, the little flower fairies will attack when they see the undead... But the attack method of the devil soul corpse seems to have exceeded their tolerance limit.

"Calm down!" A loud voice rang out, "Thunder and gold mages are ready to attack with groups of spells! Those who are being tackled should reveal their names! The people next to them run quickly, and if they die, they will blame themselves for being slow!"

'Xueyunfeng' rushed back from the front of the battlefield.

He frowned, and shouted loudly: "Second from the left, where is Heimei, heh~ Wanyou Tianluo, 3, 2, 1! Group attack!"

Black Rose's long-distance occupation roared and crawled away from his unlucky ghosts: Fortunately, the 'Wan You Tian Luo' station, which was originally responsible for protecting the priest, was in a relatively remote position, so most of them escaped.

　fighting
Like zombies, morphs use their fists to slam enemies.Because they move much faster than zombies, they often catch enemies off guard.

Improved Grab: Before using this ability, a morka must hit a creature of its size or smaller with its slam attack.It can then attempt a grapple as a free action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity.

Paralyzing Touch: A ghoul flicks its tongue in combat.Opponents touched by the tongue are paralyzed for 5 minutes.

Spawn: Creatures slain by a morkoh resurrect after 4 days as zombies controlled by a morkoh.These zombies do not retain any abilities they had in life.

　
(End of this chapter)