The Sick Village is located below the bottom of the Undead Town, and if the sewer world at the bottom of the Undead Town is filthy and filthy enough, then the Sick Village is, as its name suggests, a hotbed of **, sickness, and plague.

The air here is even full of toxins, and it's hard to imagine any life that can survive here other than the undead. Of course, if you don't die, you can count it as "life"! You must know that the resistance of the undead to abnormal states such as toxins is much higher than that of ordinary humans, but in the sick village, this is just to ensure that the undead can breathe normally.

Oran and Ciri use the Master Key to reach the entrance to the village from the Valley of the Dragons, which connects to the ruins of Little Lund. It seems to be a cave, and from a long distance you can smell the disgust emanating from the rancid world in the cave, and even make your heart rush.

Orlan knew that this was a toxin in the air that had begun to cause trouble, but with his physique, he certainly wasn't afraid. Luckily, Ciri's Demon Hunter bloodline also has enough resistance, and Oran's magic is enough to protect her from it.

However, if Yulia is still around, I believe that she will definitely be able to refine the best potion to help them solve this big problem perfectly. And now, if they accidentally get the fierce poison toxin, then the only stock they have on their bodies, the poor purple poison flower moss ball, will be a lifesaver.

The rotten, moldy planks laid under his feet were already covered with dark green moss, and they creaked with each step, and maybe they would break in the next second. Obviously, if there is any monster ahead, then the two will not be "missed".

Roar...... Laugh at......

The roar in the depths of the cavern was like a leaky broken blower, very harsh, and even a bit like a dragon's structurally specific throat tearing, of course, it would be a baby dragon or a small dragon.

However, Orlan knew very well that they were just mutated humanoid undead creatures, which reminded him of the ghosts of Farran Fortress, where toxins were infested with monsters that were usually very individual...... Oran couldn't help but think of the kind of "Thai shampoo brother" who likes to jump on people's heads and scratch all the time.

The disgusting level of the shampoo brother is definitely among the best in the soul world, and even the righteous Sun Knight doesn't want to face it head-on.

My instincts told that Orlan Village would never be as disgusting as Fort Fran, and I only hoped that they wouldn't run into a struggling erosion swamp in the future.

The two of them paused slightly, their steps opened back and forth, and the blades of their hands leaned forward slightly. The palpable vibrations of the planks beneath their feet were a warning of the darkness ahead of them, and that there was more to it than a single enemy.

It is indeed a humanoid monster, with a tall and unusually fat body, which even makes people wonder if it was a god when it was alive. The whole body was wrapped in rotten, moldy sacks, and there was no visible appearance, except for two thick arms with a dark rancid smell exposed.

But even more amazing is the sharp spikes that fill it from head to torso, and it's clear that it's not a funny, clumsy fat hedgehog, and the large iron-clad wooden stick it wields in its hand is definitely not something to be tried lightly.

Oran and Ciri responded tacitly, and did not underestimate the enemy at all before they thoroughly figured out the enemy's strength, as the so-called lion fighting rabbit should also do their best, not to mention who would dare to take it lightly in the soul world? You can kill the ancient gods, but you can't kill four dogs, can you?

The huge wooden stick smashed directly into the plank on the ground, smashing the sawdust everywhere, and it can be seen that the attack of this fat monster does not have much discipline, and the brain is also very simple, and every attack uses all his strength.

"Big and weak chrysanthemum" is the only way for the righteous Sun Knight to deal with the enemy, and Ciri has also learned well under Orlan's words and deeds, and after stepping and turning around to easily dodge the monster's attack, a long sword with a cold light also accurately passed into the fat fart until it was out of the handle.

While dealing a lot of damage, it also keeps the monster in a state of stiffness for a long time, which provides a very relaxing and comfortable environment for Orlan's severed and fatal blow.

Without the stiffness caused by the backstab, Oran's attack would most likely be directly blocked by the opponent's thick arm, and it would undoubtedly take more effort to kill the opponent completely with this sword.

This is the efficiency of the two of them working together, rather than relying on their own strength to waste too much energy to crush the miscellaneous fish. After all, the threats they might encounter next are unknown.

One, two...... In this not-so-spacious cavern passage, the two silently dealt with the monsters along the way, until the various roars and roars slowly faded until they disappeared.

Except for the dim and dim campfires that provide some illumination, the surroundings are completely dark beyond that. However, Oran's fully open pupils capture the tip of the iceberg of this stunning underground world.

The place where the two of them stood was a myriad of wooden staircases, and not far below there were even wooden wheels that were constantly turning, like gears driving an elevator up and down.

Farther afield, Oran saw stout columns, arches, etc., resembling some kind of ancient ruins, clearly in a different style from the "wooden frame" buildings beneath their feet.

There are all kinds of daily necessities such as clay pots and chests around, indicating that there were once many human beings living here, or that this was at least a village. I don't know what the sick village will call when "getting sick"? Undead settlements? Well, that looks like it's next to Lothric......

Looking upwards at the endless community of wooden frames stacked along the edge of the mountain, the target they are looking for is more likely to be underfoot, after all, a "magic dragon" that rivals an adult dragon needs more space to move.

Oran and Ciri decide to go down the wooden ladder.

Oran's understanding was once again refreshed by the strange monsters of the sick village, the alien insect monsters that resembled large spiders with six to eight legs. Disgustingly, its sarcoma-like body has a twisted and raised human face in the front, a pair of forelimbs that resemble human hands, and a short and thick tail......

One can't help but wonder if this is a monster mutated from humans, like the citizens of Urashiru who were polluted by the abyss. But fortunately, the threat level of this monster is not very high.

Then what annoyed them was the dense density of giant mosquitoes that could be seen everywhere in the sick village. The size of this mosquito is almost half the size of an adult human, and it is conceivable that if it pounces on its face and "sucks" it, it will be similar to a dried corpse. The undead may be better, the amount of blood is not much, but the living human is absolutely delicious for these large mosquitoes.

The two of them were like lights in the darkness constantly attracting mosquitoes, and Oran had to use a "half-finished" flame bursting spell on the premise of consuming a lot of "blue bars".

After all, for spellcasters, spell gloves are their second life. And about the unsettled casting of spells, Oran has achieved a little, but it is not comparable to the god of spells.