Chapter 39: The Gargoyle (1)
With a "boom", a large hole was made in the ceiling by the statue, and the dazzling sunlight shot into the shrine along the hole, illuminating the surrounding environment.
Adams held his arm in front of him, his pupils rapidly shrinking to adjust to the new light.
Before he could react, the demon-like idol had already walked in front of the young man, and a cold light slashed at him, and the frightened cry of the alchemist came from his ears.
"Hell, this so-called treasure is a gargoyle. ”
Adams didn't have time to think about what was wrong, and he raised his poor little dagger to meet him at the last moment.
A tremendous force came from his arm, and Adams felt only a wail from the bones in his right hand, almost broken.
The force was transmitted to his body along his right hand, and Adams's body spun and flew upside down as if it had been twitched spinning top, and then slammed his back into the wall, and the Mithril dagger that came out of his hand made a crisp ping-pong sound on the ground.
"Run," the alchemist's voice reached Adams' ears, and he pulled the young man up from the ground and was about to run out of the alley.
Unfortunately, however, the already crumbling building seemed to have completely collapsed in the violent shaking that had just occurred. Large bricks fell down and flooded the entire corridor.
The retreat was blocked, and the gargoyle stood like a ghost on the half-shattered roof, coldly examining the two reptiles below.
The gargoyle was about three meters tall, with a vicious face that resembled the angry King Kong, and a pair of broad, heavy stone wings held the giant monster in the air.
It held a thick stone spear in its hand, and it swooped down and stabbed at Adams and the alchemist. The violent air currents of the wings rolled up stirred through the small room, scraping out a ghostly howl.
There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to stop it!
Adams felt his breath stop, and the alchemist was even more unbearable, and Hilton sat on the ground, his face blue waiting for death.
However, just as Adams was about to fully unleash the demonic power in his bloodline in order to survive the game, the gargoyle's spear turned abruptly.
It then rose into the air and flew rapidly into the distance, and in a moment it turned into a tiny black dot and disappeared.
......
The gnoll priest hid in terror beneath the scattered bricks, not daring to look up.
Now it wants to cry without tears.
The "guardian spirit" that has been passed down from the ancestors has run away on its own without getting rid of these two damned humans!
Such an outcome is like a harbinger of a catastrophe for it.
You can't see me, you can't see me.
The gnoll silently recited the self-comforting "invisibility spell" in his heart, and slowly moved towards the corner away from the two.
The next moment, however, it felt a pain in some part of its buttocks, and its beautiful tail was trampled on by the intruders.
Oh no, it immediately shouted, "Let go of my tail, you damn demon." ”
The tail of the gnolls is of special importance to them, not only allowing the gnolls to find balance in their fast movements, but also an important prop for releasing courtship signals.
The Gnoll Sacrifice once used its beautiful tail to win the favor of the most beautiful Miss Gnoll in the tribe.
The head can be cut off and the tail should be kept.
If it dies like this, it won't be a big deal, and after eighteen years it will be a good man, but if its tail is broken, then it won't even want to live.
So the gnoll man showed a flattering smile: "Two masters, don't step on my tail, okay? ”
Adams and Hilton looked at the head of the earth dog in front of them, and looked at each other.
If the gnolls hadn't lied to them, this wasn't a shrine at all, but an armory for the dark elves.
The various equipment inside has long been used by the jackals to arm themselves, leaving only the "protector" who cannot be easily used. In other words, it was actually these dogs who dressed up this place as a shrine and prayed to the gargoyle every day.
As for why the gargoyle left, the gnoll priest said that he didn't know anything about it, and that his ancestors had only taught them how to awaken the "gods", and that they had no control over what the "gods" would do when they woke up.
"So what should we do now?" Adams looked at the alchemist helplessly.
This secret treasure has been found, but it can't be beaten, and it can't be chased. How to get it in your hands became a very tricky problem.
This thing was born for war is really not something that the two of them can deal with now, especially the alchemist Hilton, the scumbag of the war, who has to drag him back.
The alchemist was thinking about something else. It has been thousands of years since the Dark Elves were evacuated from this continent. He couldn't understand why the gargoyles left behind by the dark elves were still able to roam freely.
This doesn't make sense, even the craftsmanship of the dark elves can't guarantee that the magic won't be exhausted for a thousand years.
The alchemist circled the "altar" three times, and he walked to the edge of the "altar" and tapped carefully, and after a while he let out a cheer of surprise.
"It's the Gathering Magic Array, although it has worn out most of it, but it is still partially functioning. ”
Hilton excitedly took out the parchment paper and copied the Gathering Magic Circle, and then began to unleash the probe magic on the circle and record the next line of data.
He laughed and shouted at Adams, "We're here for the right time, as long as I can crack this magic circle, it will be equivalent to mastering the dark elves' military magic recharge technology." ”
"We'll be rich then," Hilton said flushed, waving his hands at Adams, who once again stomped on the tail of the gnoll priest.
"And the shattering of this circle shows that the magic in the gargoyle's body should be seriously lacking, which means that it won't last long. ”
"If we figure out the mystery of gargoyles, maybe we can make something like that. ”
This completely shocked Adams, the strength of gargoyles he had seen with his own eyes, if he could form a gargoyle army, he would have a strong enough foundation in the kingdom of Bato, and he would not have to be so constrained.
Science and technology, ahh
"You mean it's too late for us to catch up now, and when the time comes, we can ...... as long as the gargoyle's magic power is exhausted."
"Then what are you waiting for, rich and dangerous. ”