The "vulture" pressed his hands against the blade of the sword, barely supporting the majestic power from the gargoyle, and the few remaining men around him were also scarred and unable to fight again.

The last of his fighting spirit was also exhausted.

The greatsword left many holes in the monster's body, but the gargoyle continued to launch a deadly attack unaware, and even the proud "vulture" began to despair, how could humans defeat such a painless monster.

He slammed his thud, separated the gargoyle's broken spear, and took a few steps back timidly.

The giant swordsman looked at the tall ghost figure that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and he absolutely could not accept it in vain, he glanced at the small box full of gold out of the corner of his eye, and finally made up his mind in his heart.

"You guys will pester it for a while, and I'll go around the back of this monster and give it a hard blow, so that it can't get up again," the vulture shouted viciously at his mercenaries as if he still had any strength left.

So the mercenaries took the place of the boss with trepidation, although they don't know why this monster grabbed them, but if there was no boss, I am afraid that their group would have died here.

However, mercenaries are supposed to make a living by licking blood at the tip of a knife, so they don't have any psychological burden, and in troubled times, the fatigue of survival is sometimes more frightening than permanent rest.

Moreover, this harvest is quite abundant, and after returning home, they should be able to share a sum of money in terms of meritorious deeds, which is enough for them to live happily for a while, but it is a pity that the dead brothers are not blessed to enjoy.

As long as they can hold on a little longer.

This so-called persistence became a ridiculous hope for the mercenaries, and the gargoyle swept away the feeble attack from the mercenaries with its wings, writhing its sluggish body and lunging at the little reptiles.

The power of the constructed creatures is gradually waning, but the gargoyles' giant claws still tear apart the mercenaries' bodies with ease.

The mercenaries did not wait for the boss's support until they died, and by the time they reacted, their ridiculous hope had already picked up the box of gold and broke through the window and fled.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

Watching this tragic scene, Adams frowned, and Hilton patted the young man on the shoulder.

He whispered to Adams, "Young man, there are many such things in this precarious and troubled world, look away." ”

Adams naturally didn't sigh for these mercenaries, they could even be considered his enemies in a way, but the "vulture's" easy abandonment of his companions still made him instinctively uncomfortable.

He remembered the wand "Osslav", and he probably really used to think of it as a companion, but what happened?

Necromancers really aren't a good thing.

I don't know if this kind of thing will continue to happen to me in the near future. He didn't want to betray others, let alone be betrayed by others.

Retracting his heavy thoughts, Adams moved his muscles, looked up at the gargoyle who had stabbed the last mercenary through, and said to the alchemist, "Now, it's our turn." ”

The gargoyle shook his body and looked around, and the magic circle in his body that sensed the heat source showed that there was no living creature in the treasure house that the mana constructor ordered him to guard.

It flapped its wings and prepared to fly back to its "lair", when it barely rose into the air when a steel cable connected to the iron ball whizzed and wrapped around the gargoyle's calf.

It struggled fiercely with the power coming from below, but after a warning of insufficient mana, the magic construct severed its link to the structure, and the gargoyle fell from the sky.

The alchemist chuckled and removed the steel rope from the gargoyle that he had modified, and the other part of the steel rope was tied to a tree to the side.

The source of this steel rope is three flails obtained from the gnoll priests, and they have been smelted into a six-meter-long iron rope through alchemy technology, and it has played the intended role just now.

It was perfect.

The gargoyle's body was already scarred, with fine and dense cracks all over its body, its spear had been broken, and its right claw had broken a gap.

The alchemist put away the chain, and he looked left and right around the gargoyle, reaching out and groping the gargoyle's body from time to time.

Gargoyle technology did not originate with the Dark Elves.

The earliest gargoyles weren't actually constructed creatures, but rather fire-breathing monsters that were accidentally tamed by the Pope of the Church of the Holy Cross.

At that time, the monster's body had been damaged by the Pope, but the monster's strong vitality allowed it to survive with a single head.

So the Pope of the Holy Cross, who was full of evil taste, decided to install it at the door of the new church, which would not only scare away evil spirits, but also make the world remember his great deeds.

Since then, the Church of the Holy Cross has developed a tradition of using stone monsters as decorations to hang on the outside of the church, and this custom has since spread around the world.

Later, with the continuous progress and development of magic construction technology, some people whimsically used magic construction to "resurrect" this stone-carved monster again, and also obtained a new body, which is now the gargoyle.

The core component of a constructed creature is a being called a "magical construct", which is similar to a computer system that can give large preset commands to a constructed creature and enable it to move autonomously with certain programs.

However, in special cases, there are times when constructing creatures need to be commanded directly, so the genius mage created a second means of controlling them, and that is the command amulet.

The Command Charm interacts with the magical construct in the body of a constructed creature and gives new commands. In layman's terms, the Command Charm is the remote control for building creatures.

That's what Hilton is looking for right now.

The alchemist spread his hands in anguish, it was clear that the dark elves had not left the gnolls as slaves the gargoyle amulets to control the gargoyles.

He had greeted the gnoll priest "well" at the armory, and after he threatened to cut off his beautiful tail, the poor gnoll shook his head tremblingly, indicating that the other party really didn't know about it.

He had hoped to find the treasure on the gargoyle's body, but now it seemed to be whimsical.

If you think about it on your toes, you can understand how such a precious and fragile object could be carried on the body of a gargoyle and accidentally destroyed in battle.

Forget it, let's take it back and study it slowly. The alchemist sighed, wondering if he would be able to crack the mystery with his ridiculous alchemy skills.