The glow of the sky came and went as fast as it came, and the purple-black storm gradually weakened. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Lanier stood in front of Ryan, looking at the lizardman in front of him, his forehead constantly overflowing with fine sweat.

The lizardmen's size hadn't changed much, but the scales shimmered purple, the joints were covered with pale bone spurs, and the narrow claws were like metal barbs that shimmered with cold light.

Reconnoiter.

Lizardmen

Medium-sized humanoids

Order and evil

Class: Warrior Level 12 / Druid Level 5 / Squire of the Old God Level 4

Health: 167/167

Magic: Unknown

Specialty:

Garoroth's Gift (Attendant of the Old Gods): Garoros is an Old God who manifests in the form of a hydra, and as his attendant, you are eligible for his reward. Able to communicate with Garoros regardless of distance and plane with the help of idols or altars, Garoros can use it to channel divine power and weaken the influence of good spells on your will.

Immortal Body (Attendant of the Old Gods): Death is not terrible to you, as the most favored mortal of Garoros, your death can be mercied by Garoros, as long as the transmission of divine power is not blocked, and the soul is not dissipated, you can reshape the body within a certain period of time.

State:

Flesh Sculpting: Strength +6, Constitution +4, Agility +2. A Born Weapon attack will trigger a Blight Infection. Regenerate and gain Thorn Armor, and enemies attacking you have a chance to take 1d6 Piercing Damage. Able to use the divine powers of Garoros.

Difficulty: Impossible

"Ah, that's a powerful force." The lizardman raised his right hand high, and a purple-black shimmer lingered on its claws, and a palpitating aura continued to emanate from it. The lizardman felt the divine power that belonged to Garoloth, and his face was full of satisfaction, then he glanced at Ryan and the others, and sneered, "You should be glad that I don't have the time to take your lives with my own hands. ”

"You two, play with them." With these words, the lizardman took the idol and turned and walked outside.

The Negros were about to step forward to stop them, but a pitch-black human warrior stood in front of them: "Yes, Lord Gorion. ”

Unlike Gorion, the warrior's original chain mail had been shattered in a large area, and a black cuticle almost completely covered his skin, like a pair of pitch-black full-body armor.

At the same time, disgusting tentacles extended from his right hand, tightly wrapping the hilt of the long sword, as if fusing it into one.

Flesh Shape: Strength +4, Constitution +2, weapons are considered innate weapons and can trigger blight infection. Regenerate, gain Innate armor (recoverable), and increase defense. Gain Evil Strike and Evil Will for the duration.

Evil Strike: Perform Evil Strike with a normal melee attack, which adds charisma modifier to the attack check and deals 1d2/extra Filth damage per level. Frequency: 2/2, Charge time: 5 minutes.

Evil Will: Weakens the influence of good creatures on your will, similar to protecting good.

Without waiting for Negro to be surprised, another wanderer silently appeared behind the human warrior, as if a real ghost.

The wanderer's appearance had not changed, though the dagger had a familiar purple-black glow.

Flesh Shape: +4 Agility, +2 Strength, gain Evil Strike, Evil Will, Sight Hide, and Blade of Dread for its duration.

Hiding from the Eye: Even if you are being watched without any actual cover, you can use the Hide skill as long as you are 10 feet away from the shadows, but you cannot hide in your own shadow.

Dreadblade: Attacks from you will result in a will check, and failure will stun you for 1d4 seconds.

The two humans exuded an aura that no one should enter, and the inexplicable pressure made everyone feel cold.

Seeing Gorion disappear at the corner of the passage, the human warrior raised his long sword and pointed at Anglie not far away: "Our battle is not over yet, come, come and play again." ”

The complete flesh shaping greatly improved the combat abilities of the two humans, but Anglie did not let this determine. Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, he looked up to the sky and smiled, picked up his spear with one hand, and shot it like a bow and arrow.

The spear of flickering thunder slammed into the human warrior's steel shield, and the metal intersected, erupting with a terrifying loud sound, and the latter had the blessing of flesh and blood shaping, and it seemed easy to block Anglie's attack.

Successfully blocked, and before the opponent could stand firmly, the human warrior let out a low cry and struggled to pick up his long sword. Seeing the blade coming, Angele immediately pulled his spear, the tip of which slashed a large spark on the steel shield and sidestepped in front of him.

While!

The powerful blade slashed at the spear, and Anglie frowned, his left hand trembling as he clenched the spear. After testing his opponent's approximate strength, the Revenant stopped entangling with him, kicked him in the knee, and jumped far backwards with the help of the reaction force.

Angle's kick didn't even make him shake a little, and seeing him pull away, the human warrior just kept a smile and didn't pursue: "Boy, are you tickling me?" ”

"Listen to me." Holding the back end of the spear in his armpit, Anglie raised the spear steadily and pointed it at the other party, with a dangerous look on his face, "Don't call me a kid!" ”

Turning into a streamer again, Anglie struck first, and once again collided with the opposing warrior. Seeing that the two were entangled, Negro and Joseph also made a move.

The two of them had intended to work together to kill the relatively weak wanderer, but the latter sneered at them and slowly merged into the nearby shadows.

The wanderer disappeared from sight for a moment, and Negro looked at each other, paused for a moment, and immediately rushed at the warrior with his sword raised.

"Lanier, go, help them." Ryan spoke with difficulty to the mage boy, looking extremely embarrassed, not only physical trauma, but also psychological loss.

It was not easy to solve the problem of the altar, but he didn't expect that for a moment, the core of the magical power that shrouded the camp was actually in the hands of Gorion himself. Now that the magic effect has not been lifted, Saglo will definitely not enter, that is to say, his own group is already a turtle in the urn...

"But..." Looking at Ryan's rotten marks and abscesses, Lanier frowned tightly, unable to bear to look at it directly.

"Alright, I'm not dead yet, you hurry up and help them solve the battle, and get out of here while that lizardman doesn't have time to pay attention to us." Shaking his head slightly, Ryan interrupted the boy's concern, and he laughed to himself and said this very sadly.

"There's no time to hesitate, we, lose... As if furious, Ryan's hands trembled as he held the hilt of the knife, and the dried blood at the corners of his mouth added a hint of scarlet.

Hearing this, Lanier shuddered, his clenched fist loosened, and without saying a word, he slowly turned around and walked outside.

Ryan's eyes kept on Lanier's back, and the failure of the mission brought him endless remorse and self-blame, and his eyes gradually lost focus, and they actually glowed more and more red.

"Want to die? I'm here to help you! A muffled voice suddenly sounded in the air next to him, and then two ghostly lights stabbed Ryan at a rapid speed like the sharp teeth of a viper.