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Many of them have spent their lives fighting against monsters, a special inheritance of civilization, a bit like an ancient monastery, and the monastery of warrior monks who originally made their vows is still guarding over ancient evils. Oaths are sacred to all civilizations associated with the Thorium Age, and even the evil of the Chaos Camp will carefully abide by the oaths they have made.

"And then!" Stephen pulled out a dark red potion and threw it over.

The witcher frowned and glanced at it, then raised his hand to catch the potion that was thrown over, he opened it and sniffed it, and his face changed slightly: "Regeneration potion! You are a wizard?"

Stephen didn't answer.

Although the witchers have the ability to cast spells, they can only perform a few tricks, and their talent is not enough to become wizards, but by stimulating the blood power in their bodies, they can have strong magic resistance, which is a combination of the characteristics of warrior monks, troubadours, priests, etc. Most of the potions they refined were the lowest level of hemostatic potions, and the regeneration potions that Stephen threw at him knew they were from the wizard's hand when he smelled them.

Without hesitation, the witcher opened the potion and poured a large mouthful, then applied the rest to the wound.

A very strong tingling sensation came.

His wounds were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and although it was not as good as the direct repair effect of the divine arts, it had reached the level of regeneration of a troll.

"Can you still fight?"

Stephen wiped the long sword in his hand and said slowly, "There are a lot of monsters in it." It's a bit of a hassle for me to deal with alone. ”

Within the scanning range of Taling 1.

Stephen saw a lot of red dots, and the flesh corruptor inside should have sensed his arrival, and the crisis caused the evil to quickly corrupt more minions, and it had accumulated a lot of flesh essence during this time.

"Yes. The witcher stood up with a blank face.

Wizards can't judge age by their appearance, because they age slowly.

At this moment, the attitude of the witchers towards Stephen has a little more respect and solemnity, although it has been a long time since they parted ways with the wizard, but the early witchers were all followers of the wizard.

This is just like the other professions that followed Stephen in the Floating City.

- "The elegance of a cat." ”

- "The brute force of the ox." ”

- "Bear Endurance." ”

With the aura of the spell cast by Stephen, the witcher in front of him suddenly felt that his body was full of power.

Spells are so powerful!

That's why wizards will always be above ordinary people, and Stephen's three second-ring blessing spells directly allowed him to break through the transcendent limitations, and in a short period of time, he had a physical fitness close to that of a legendary witcher.

"Let's go. Stephen said in a deep voice.

As a spellcaster, he has always had a good habit of finding a meat shield no matter what the situation, even if he needs to go into battle. This caution has saved him many times in the past, even when he thinks he has what he can do.

The source of pollution is in the deepest depths.

The ground in front of me began to show signs of corrosion, and it was as if the earth had been partially melted away, and various potholes appeared.

Suck!

With the screams of the ghosts, dark purple tentacles the thickness of arms shot out from the ground, and they looked like giant earthworms, covered in viscous disgusting fluid, with a large eye at the top and a large mouth of blood below.

"Be careful. This is the root of corruption. ”

"The contents may have turned into an evil thing!" the witcher muttered.

As an experienced old witcher, he had already judged that the monsters here were a bit beyond his strength after he was injured a lot.

It's something of the evil thing.

Generally speaking, when encountering such monsters, they have to report to the organization and send a large number of high-level demon hunters to deal with them, and they often need to pay a heavy price to destroy the evil creatures. However, the speed of this evil creature's transformation is too fast, and by the time they notify the Demon Hunter Organization to send someone over, they are afraid that the nearby city will already suffer.

Zizizizi!

Stephen swung his sword and severed a tentacle, and the disgusting blood spilled on the ground immediately corroded a part of the land, and any evil-level enemy could not be taken lightly, and wizards were also a little troublesome to deal with.

More than a dozen ejected corrupt roots were severed.

Stephen was unscathed, but the witcher's cloak had been corroded into a gap.

A huge crypt appeared in front of him, and a suppressed low roar came from the deepest part, this evil creature has not yet given birth to obvious sanity, and it is still instinct that dominates it at present, and the evolved evil creature will have self-consciousness, that is, the mental synthesis after devouring the soul, which is a bit like a combination of weak pan-consciousness of Gaia's ideology.

A large number of MONOCULUS and Corruptors appear in front of you.

Some of the monsters are disgusting and terrifying, as they are half-digested mercenary corpses dominated by strange root tentacles, with the lower half of the body being humanoid and the upper half of the body being twisted sarcoma.

"Parasite!"

Stephen sniffed and said, "I smell the breath of [entropy]." ”

The power of chaos.

More terrible than demons, more insane, full of hatred for all life, hatred left over from time immemorial.

Thump. Thump.

One by one, the Corruptor fell to the ground under the sword, and the Witcher unleashed a silver-white crossbow bolt of special material at an astonishing speed, and as more monsters approached him, he quickly switched to dual-wielding combat status, and with a faint wave of aura, a sharp enchanted Hidden Blade shot out from the metal bracer of his left hand.

"Magical construct?" Stephen glanced at him, his expression slightly surprised.

Compared to Stephen, the Old Witcher is a little more resistant to magic, and he can take the Eye's rays head-on, albeit with some corrupted wounds.

A strange peristaltic sarcoma appeared on the ground ahead.

The spreading purple moss was covered with slightly wiggling flesh thorns and sharp claws, all of which were the bodies of the Flesh Corrupters, but not its core, which hid in the deepest parts of the crypt.

"Get out of the way!" Stephen's voice came.

The old witcher didn't even want to just roll and dodge, and then a dazzling fire appeared, and Stephen cast his best clearing spell.

- "Fireball*3!"

A dull explosion was heard.

Raging flames raged, the smell of burnt flesh everywhere, semi-crystalline pits appeared in the ground, and spreading mosses quickly withered, their life force destroyed by spells.

"Rush in!"

The sarcoma in front of him was still wriggling, and the extent of the flesh corrupter's erosion was too great.

He was hatching more monsters approaching, Stephen directly blessed the light body technique and entered the ground**, and the old witcher also rushed in with his legs in an instant, he had agility close to that of a vampire.

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