CHAPTER XIX

The entire lower underground palace is very quiet, although it is cold and lonely, but when this atmosphere is combined with the soft light that is dark enough to make people see, it produces an incredible sense of security, making people feel as if this place is specially used for them to rest, and there is no danger. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Even Demps, who had always been very vigilant, was a little relaxed, but this could also be the consequence of using breath sensing for a long time, after all, it was just a special skill that he needed to use actively, and not a kind of innate ability directly formed like the eye of the heart, which would still consume his mental energy.

At this moment, he was already feeling tired, and the breath he had just sensed was like a stone being thrown on the surface of a calm lake, and then gradually blurred, Demps shook his head, and gave up continuing to use the breath sense, after all, he was only a red copper mid-stage, not a silver rank that could go days without sleep and still maintain vigorous energy.

"Over here, there can be about five or six people, not close."

Demps told Roger about the general situation he sensed before he broke off the use, and after speaking, he gently patted the shoulder of the wanderer who had almost recovered, and motioned him to look for the few lost people, who nodded and turned into pale shadows with a few people, disappearing in the darkness.

At this time, Demps also sat down on the ground, but he did not rest immediately, but looked around, the lower level was not as empty as the upper level, and there were some decorative portraits, vases and other things scattered in the long corridor, although they may have been inhabited by some beautiful plants many years ago, but now there are only some black decay left, and thick blankets spread on the ground, of unknown material, The mercenaries of the fire wine cleaned up the things a little and piled them together to form an improvised resting fortification.

They were now in this leaky fortification, everyone sat in silence, seemingly cleaning up their wounds and checking their weapons as they usually did on a mission, but anyone could see that it was just a long-established habit of mechanical obedience, and Demps knew very well that no one could still face this mission with the same attitude as they had done with previous missions.

Although the casualties were not large, and so far there were no fatalities, and even a few were seriously injured, the oppressive atmosphere and the completely unknown danger lurked brought great psychological pressure to everyone.

Something must be done at this time, otherwise I am afraid that if we continue to move forward in this state...... Demps's heart tightened, and he was about to open his mouth, but he stopped again, what sound seemed to be there just now?

Tick, tick, he turned his head to see that Meraki, who was next to him, was covering his right shoulder in pain, red blood continued to ooze from under the linen bandage, and then fell to the ground, was it the wrong way to bandage it or tore the wound again, now is not the time to be a tough guy, at least say it to the others, Demps reached out and was about to help him untie it and wrap it up again, but the moment he touched Meraki's arm, his face changed.

Meraki's talent is very average, and he has not been able to break through the white position at the age of forty, but his hard work on weekdays is not inferior to others, and such a person's shoulders should be very strong, although it cannot be compared with the large muscles that Dona and the dwarves have, but it is not so much

Don't shrank up like this!

Demps pulled out the torch fixed in the vase, and the light flickered, illuminating the previously unclear Merage, but this seemed to stimulate something, Meraki's body twitched violently, and the face under the sweaty hair was almost twisted together, and the others also noticed the movement here at this time, and even saw the shoulder that was almost collapsed!

Where is the tough guy who is silent, it is clear that he is so painful that he can't speak, Demps pulled out Meraki's dagger, turned the blade sideways, cut the bandage that had been soaked in blood, and exposed the skin underneath, no, that can't be called skin anymore, the rotten black strip lay on the veins like withered roots, Demps pressed it lightly, and pressed it directly without any resistance at all, but then his brow jumped.

"Don't move, hold back!"

The cold light peculiar to the metal flashed, and Meraki's entire right arm fell directly with a large piece of rotten flesh, and Bai Sensen's bones and pink tendons could be seen from the cut wound, but the man's tightly wrinkled facial features gradually eased, and it was obviously much better.

Demps didn't bandage his subordinates immediately, but continued to cut the dagger in his hand towards the severed arm underground

Bite!

Part of the black arm that had been lying silently on the ground bounced up when Demps's dagger was about to fall, turning into a black shadow and colliding with the sharp dagger with a crisp sound, but that was all, this moment seemed to be the full strength of this strange object, but the strength of a bronze warrior was difficult for it to resist.

Demps flipped the black shadow that had been cut in half with his dagger, a creature like a blood leech, and black liquid constantly flowed out from the middle of the fat opening, but it was pitch black all over, and it was covered with fine small scale armor, if it was an ordinary person, even if he held the dagger, it would take a lot of strength to break through this layer of scale armor.

It was at this moment that the relaxing atmosphere of the previous was gone, replaced by a smell that was familiar to everyone of the Fire and Wine Mercenary Regiment.

Dangerous taste

"Alert!"

Demps protected Meraki and the team member who bandaged him behind him, kicked down a box, threw the torch in his hand into it, and the flames immediately rose along the portrait of the fallen box, clearly presenting the unknown red-haired bearded figure in front of Demps, but the nervous mercenary captain did not have the extra heart to pay attention to the portrait of the king or the grand duke.

The sound of rustling sounded like a tidal wave.

Bang, bang, the others imitated Demps's example, and set up another line of defense with flames around the entire camp, and this did seem to stop the black leeches from advancing, they stopped beyond the firelight, did not take a step, but did not leave, black, like a tide, rose and fell beyond the flames.

The men in the line also formed a circle, gathered the wounded, and examined their wounds one by one, only to find that many of them had been wounded by the leeches, but at most they had cut off a few pieces of flesh, and no one was serious enough to be in the condition of Meraki.

But this stalemate is only temporary, not to mention how long the remaining portrait blanket can burn, it can really burn forever, and the air in the underground palace is also limited, and-

Hiss!

Another black leech threw itself into a cloud of flames, and immediately made a sneering sound, black smoke came out of its body, and the charred corpse curled up in a ball, but the flames also flickered, and these things could not be tested any longer, Demps thought to himself, now they are only because of the instinct of living in the underground environment to have a fear instinct for the flames that emit light and temperature, and when they get used to it, they can rely on numbers to extinguish this flame.

Must take the initiative, Demps picked up a flaming blanket with the sword in his hand, turned the blade sideways, wrapped it around the sword, and waved it like a torch, scattering sparks on the black leeches around them, and before they could make a snorting burning sound, they were swept away by the ensuing long sword, slamming into the wall, bursting large clouds of black juice.

The rest of the mercenary group was not idle, and the thick-skinned Dona followed closely behind Demps, hiding the chunk of his body behind a heavy shield, and then

Bang! Bang!

The heavy shield with great force kept crashing against the wall, and the ground made a violent crash, and of course there was a clucking and cracking sound, and Tona was like a Flo boar in the wheat field, and his path was full of minced meat and black juice with black scale armor.

"Be careful, we don't know if this thing is poisonous!"

Demps looked at Dona and drank softly with a frown

Although Demps expressed concern about Dona's reckless approach, it was undeniable that the rampaging Dona did greatly reduce the burden on others, and although the wave formed by the leeches was terrifying, it had already scattered and fled under the pressure of him back and forth several times.

At Demps's side, Roger, who was able to return with the lost team members when surrounded by black leeches, shook off the black juice that had been splashed on his body and said to Demps

"There's nothing wrong with this juice, it's just disgusting to look at, except for some stickiness and even a stinky smell."

Demps also pinched up a lump of black liquid, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, it really didn't have any taste, so the danger of this creature like a blood leech was not very high, as long as he was vigilant and didn't sneak into the wound by them, even if he couldn't eliminate them all at this scale, he could calmly evacuate.

"Temple, I think something is wrong."

After paying the price of minced meat all over the ground, the black leeches also seemed to begin to perceive that it was not delicious food in front of them, but unpalatable stubborn stones, and made a rustling sound to leave those comrades with stumps and legs, and poured back, and the mercenaries who had experienced a thrilling battle were also a little more energetic, and under the leadership of Dona, who was still full of spirit, they began to clean the battlefield and clean up the environment.

But Roger had a serious face, and he held up an intact black leech, which was obviously a little different from the same kind that had been sucked blood in the wound of Merage, and the whole looked like a short branch that had been broken, although it was also the thickness of an adult's thumb, but it was far from comparable to the fat belly of the leech that had penetrated into the wound of Merage and sucked blood.

But this is not what Roger wants to say, the experienced wanderer pressed his thumb against the front of the insect's body, and with a slight force of his index finger, the poor little thing was forced to open its mouthparts wide, and Demps could clearly see the layers of teeth buried in the cylindrical ****

"It's!"

Then the well-informed man couldn't help but widen his eyes, and Roger sighed

"What do you think of this thing... It's all artificially farmed. ”