When faced with this large group of pygmy monsters, I didn't have much fear in my heart. These guys are an ordinary race of creatures.

Since it's an ordinary race of creatures, how can it be my opponent and Uther's?

You know, the two of us are realm-level masters, ordinary biological races, and the domain-level coercion of our single person can make him breathless, not to mention me and Uther joining forces.

Seeing those gnome monsters with all kinds of weapons surround us, I didn't say a word and directly released a domain-level coercion, I deliberately avoided the dwarves, but all the dwarf monsters were not so lucky.

In an instant, these gnomes, whether they were ordinary gnomes with low combat effectiveness, or demomen or slingers of gnomes, or even those spellcasters who knew a little magic, or even the great chief of the gnomes.

They all fell to their knees at once, and they had to submit to my coercion.

At this moment, Fred walked to the altar in the center of the building, where stood a strange totem made of a snowy yak skull, not only a totem but also a flag.

In front of the gnomes, Fred split the totem in half with an axe. These dwarf monsters instantly looked hideous, helpless to coerce them to resist, they gritted their teeth angrily, stared at Fred, and then Fred actually took down the shadow diamond that was placed on the altar.

This time it was good, I obviously felt that even my powerful domain-level coercion didn't seem to be able to calm the extreme rebellious anger of these gnome monsters.

I couldn't hold it down a little bit, but luckily Uther released his coercion in time, and I felt a little less pressure.

These dwarf monsters dared not speak in anger, and trembled with anger, as if they were about to tear Fred alive in the next second.

Fred took the shadow drill in his hand and played with it, it was very large, and it was very weighty. However, just as he was playing, a figure walked out of the building.

It's strange that that guy is not suppressed by me and Uther, which is very unusual.

If the appearance of the dwarf monster is extremely ugly, then the person who spoke must have never seen this guy.

I've read in Belgrave's book that this guy is supposed to be a stitching monster created by a magician who studies the undead.

The flesh and blood synthesis of the giant stitching monster in front of him should have been taken from the surroundings of the Alterian Ice Peak in the dwarven kingdom, and it seems that the main sources are frost ancient giants, snowy yaks, snowy hairy people, snow apes, mammoths, saber-toothed tigers, and all kinds of corpses scattered everywhere.

The beauty of the stitching monster is that these dead creatures can move in the form of living creatures, and in the bodies of these stitched monsters, all the physiological systems are operating 'normally', the blood circulation system provides energy supply, the digestive system takes in nutrients, the nervous system and locomotor system provide action, and the metabolic system is also like ordinary creatures, and new cells are constantly generated, replacing aging and dying cells.

In this way, these monstrous and terrifying things seem to have a kind of collapsed vitality, which is the masterpiece of necromantic synth stitching technology. If a curious researcher dissects it, they will definitely be amazed by these amazing creations. It's simply a terrible man-made life, a monster born to kill.

However, since it is a splicing of tissues from dead bodies, it is inevitable that the smell of this guy is also surprisingly stinky.

The stinking stitching monster walked towards Fred, who was playing with the shadow diamond, and his fat body hung the long arms of five or six snow apes, and he trembled as he walked, and the foul-smelling green water on his belly fell downward.

Fred was so focused on playing with the shadow diamond that he didn't notice something was wrong until he asked about some pungent smell, and he looked back and was almost stupefied.

But then the warrior's instinct caused him to pick up the double-edged axe in his hand and slash at the stitching monster, the sharp blade of the axe quickly sliced through the skin of the stitching monster, and Fred saw a yellow-brown layer of fat inside, and then tight muscles underneath.

When I cut through the muscles with a little effort, I saw a green liquid flowing underneath, like blood, and like some kind of special body fluid. And this liquid is secreted from a translucent colloid.

After separating the colloids, I saw the internal organs of the stitching monster, as well as a large and surprisingly large animal internal organs.

He found that stitching up some of the things on the monster's body was more complicated than he had imagined. If nothing else, the mere creation of stitching monsters and life is staggering. If you figure out the core knowledge of Stitching Monsters, it is not impossible for a magician with a very high level of research in necromancy to do it.

The Stitch Monster was a little slower to react, and it wasn't until it was cut open by Fred that he reacted slightly. The stitch monster was furious, he howled, and the hooked tentacles behind him hooked Fred's head and pressed it deeply into the green water on his stomach, and when Fred raised his head again, he was already unconscious by the green water.

At this time, everyone else had to help, they couldn't watch Fred be killed by the monster.

The stitch monster laughed and opened his big, twisted mouth to us and said in Delman, "How's it going, dwarf?

I could tell the stitch monster was happy, he seemed to have some kind of foster of playing tricks on his enemies or prey. What I didn't expect was that this guy seems to have a high IQ and can speak Delman, why do all the monsters in the Depths of Despair speak Delman?

What I didn't expect was more than that, this guy's body that was split by Fred with an axe just now turned out to be automatically stitched and healed, it was really amazing and terrifying, and I had to take this terrible monster seriously.

This guy looks very strong, don't look at him as if he's a little fat. He's about the same size as half an ancient giant.,There's a foul smell on his body.,The stitching monster isn't afraid of pain and he's amazingly heavy.,Just standing there gives people an invisible deterrent.。。

"Poor people, my name is Master Clement, and today I will tell you to die. I'm in a good mood today, I can slowly torture you to death one by one, haha!" The stitch monster who claimed to be Master Clement burst into laughter, his laughter echoing throughout the cavern.

To make matters worse, I noticed that the gnomes no longer seemed to be afraid of me and Uther's coercion, and they began to stir up......