Chapter 90 Monster Fight
They are usually separated by partitions, either observed or raised; but at this moment, they are all thrown into the same confined space like a colosseum, with only one purpose - to fight!
This is the foundation that a warlock who has devoted himself to research in a laboratory for hundreds of years should have. This is Thomas Moreu's purpose.
He has been seriously injured and lost most of his magical abilities. He wants to use the portal in this hall to create a meat-crushing array of monsters and monsters for Lan!
Geralt did not hesitate to add a Quen Seal for defense. He turned back and shouted to Lan: "Did your information channel mention this situation?"
Lan threw a honeycomb bomb. Afterwards, he rolled to avoid the aftermath and shouted: "Stop using clever words. Have you ever encountered this kind of situation in your career as a witcher? What should you do now?"
Thomas Moreu laughed wildly in the air, The strange voice unique to the demon spirit echoed throughout the hall: "I will tear you all into pieces! The Lannister, the invaders, and the losers!" Suddenly,
a stone was thrown up like a sharp sword and passed through The spirit of Thomas Moreu.
It was a mutant failure that was thrown out from the teleportation array on the second floor. He had lost his speech and mind, but the Thomas Moreu reflected in his eyes brought him unquenchable anger.
"Damn failure!" Thomas Moreu shouted angrily, "Destroy him!" The
eyes of the golems and gargoyles flashed instantly, abandoning their original goals, and turned around to rush towards the failed mutations. of human beings.
While splitting a ghoul, Lan staggered towards Swade. When he saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
He looked around quickly and saw only a dozen water ghosts hanging on the soldiers tearing the poor humans clean and then turning around and rolling with the ghouls; the giant centipedes attacked everything around them indiscriminately, and
even The golems and gargoyles that were obstructing the execution of their master's orders;
not to mention the five humans who failed to mutate, had been relentlessly harassing Thomas Moreu in the sky in vain on the earth.
Things seem to be turning around.
Something that even Lan could notice, Geralt, who was countless times more experienced than him, naturally wouldn't ignore it.
Almost all of the exploration team brought here were dead, leaving only Lann, Geralt, Druid and Sward. The four of them formed a formation to guard the surroundings. Geralt shouted at them: "Do you understand what?"
Lann responded: "Only the golems and gargoyles are controlled by him, and the remaining monsters are controlled by their own. For fighting."
Sward panted and continued: "Then as long as we pull down the guy in mid-air, he will also be attacked or even killed, right? Is he Thomas Moreu? Why is this?' He looks like a ghost?"
The Druid shouted angrily: "But what's the use of killing that guy? The remaining monsters are enough to kill us more than ten times, why don't we find an opportunity to rush into the portal and escape!"
Lan En shook his head and rejected the druid's proposal: "These portals are controlled by Thomas Moreu. We can't escape with him, and we don't know whether the situation on the other side of the door will be worse than here." Oops. I have a better proposal -"
He pointed at the demon spirit in the sky: "He temporarily opened the portal and threw me here. He can open the portal to come here, and he can also open the portal to leave. Let's take him Pull him down and let him be surrounded by monsters, forcing him to open the portal and escape, and we will use his portal to escape!"
Geralt frowned and observed, at this time, the golems and gargoyles were about to kill all the humans who failed to mutate. , the giant centipede jumped between the water ghost and the ghoul.
The battle between the monsters seems to be coming to an end soon, leaving them little time to make pre-war plans.
"Now there is another problem." Geralt said, "I have a way to pull Thomas Moreu down and ensure that he can be attacked, but how do we ensure that the monsters will besiege him before killing us?"
Lann He was well prepared and said: "I can guarantee it."
He took out an old-looking badge and explained: "This is a badge I bought from a mage. When hung around the neck, it can attract enemies. Attack where the badge is. We are lucky - although most of the demon spirit's body was burned, he still has his neck."
This is one of the magic items purchased from Triss before!
Geralt nodded clearly: "Then I have no problem."
After Lann finished speaking, he took two deep breaths. He pulled out the lion's head silver sword, turned to hand it to Sward and said: "I can't swing it anymore. I have the sword. I will give it to you for safekeeping for the time being. The silver sword can hurt those monsters better. We will cooperate with Geralt in a while to stop the monsters before the monsters fall. Give me all the bombs and I will cover them
. You guys."
Lan En's hands holding the sword were trembling slightly at this time, and his arms had completely lost their strength. He had previously killed Thomas Moreu's body with his own strength, then used a high-intensity whirling sword dance to slash dozens of swords, and finally fell from mid-air wearing heavy armor, and had already suffered considerable injuries.
If his physical fitness was not above average, he would have been lying on the ground with exhausted strength and broken bones.
Now, the way Lann can maximize his combat effectiveness is to use his bug-like [Mountain-like] and combine it with bombs to become a "self-destructing infantry" that will not hurt himself.
Everything was ready, and the monsters finally turned their attention here.
After the initial adaptation to the unfamiliar environment, their biological instincts tell them that they should give priority to dealing with the smallest, smallest, and weakest-looking group on the field.
Swader waved the newly acquired lion-headed silver sword, and felt courage pouring into his body in an instant. He shouted: "My lord, you can work with Mr. Geralt to deal with the man in the sky. I will cooperate with Mr. Druid." To stop the monsters.
Before I fall, I will never let them interfere with you!"
Thomas Moreu in the air controlled the golems and gargoyles and strode towards Lann and his group. This group of heavy monsters made the ground With the constant rumbling, the other monsters that had just suffered a loss from them couldn't help but make way for them.
Lan warned his companions loudly: "Don't fight against them. Golems and gargoyles are inherently difficult to hurt by swords, and they have great magic resistance. Let's try to get closer to the water ghost and see if we can Let them fight again."
Swade nodded in agreement, his palms slightly sweaty.
At this time, Druid did something that everyone present was unexpected.
When preparing, he was positioned closest to the wall. At this time, facing the approaching magic guards such as monsters and gargoyles, he suddenly muttered something and thrust the wooden stick in his hand into the ground. The huge force directly penetrated the stick through the rock.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of vitality surged on the wooden stick. In just a few breaths, it took root and sprouted. Countless roots and vines were thrown around like whips, wrapping around the approaching magic guards, causing them to succumb. They couldn't move for a while.
Lann's eyes lit up. Before he could praise him, he saw the druid suddenly roar and use the most primitive way to burst out the magic power in the form of a shock wave, knocking over several heads trying to pounce on him. The water ghost briefly created a vacuum zone around it.
Then he rushed into the nearest portal and disappeared in an instant.
He ran away.
Sward and Lann's eyes widened at this act of desertion.
The young druid's purpose of joining the exploration team this time is different from that of Geralt, who is half-employed and half-helper, and it is even more different from the attendant soldiers like Swade. He was originally the guide introduced by Mossak, and later he came in to explore together because he wanted to get a share of the ruins.
He and the others were not friends, and he had no obligation to fight to the death for Lann. As a long-lived magic profession, life is the most precious thing. At this critical moment, when he thought Lann's plan was more risky, he naturally chose his own plan.
"Gan!" Lan En couldn't help but cursed angrily.
The invisible Thomas Moruyin watched this scene with a smile, controlling the magic guards to easily break away from the vines that were not controlled by the druid, and rushed towards the group of people again.
Lann and the others lost their only spellcaster.
Swade was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak for a moment. He looked at Lan behind him and at the monster in front of him. He grasped the Lord's lion-headed silver sword tightly, and his eyes became determined: "For
Cintra , for Lannister!"
The swordsman shouted loudly and rushed forward.
Lann grabbed Sward's cloak and pulled him back. The pulling sensation caused a slight tearing pain in his already weakened arm. Then he threw back a pile of Dragon Dreams, causing explosive gas to begin to fill the space.
"Don't you have any brains? How much time can you delay by just going to die like this!" Lann shouted fiercely at Swade, "Go over and stop those water ghosts and ghouls. Don't fight hard. Every stick I'm trying so hard to think about how to live longer, you know!"
Just as he was speaking, the huge golem in front of him stamped his feet, and a circular shock wave visible to the naked eye was centered on it and headed towards it. Spread around.
Lann rushed forward in the direction of the shock wave, using his skills to avoid the instant range damage. On the contrary, the gargoyles behind the golem and a group of ghouls following from a distance were affected and flew out.
The gas of Dragon Dream had spread, and then another pile of dancing stars was thrown out.
"Everyone get down!"
"Boom!"
Explosions, fragments, flames, and impacts all exploded in the hall.
On the other side, Geralt was not distracted, and nothing happening around him affected him.
He took out a bottle of magic potion from the strap of his alchemy backpack, bit open the wax seal and spit it out with a pop, then raised his head and drank it all.
Those amber cat eyes in the darkness became even brighter.
We have established a penguin colony, everyone is welcome to join us for chatting
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