This unknown relic has been eroded over time, and the original sturdy structure has fallen into disrepair. Half-ruined passageways, sloping columns, and limestone tiles all have a large number of cracks that allow for a glimpse into the unreachable shadows of the depths, far worse than the Watch Fortress at the edge of the forest.

Rao is so, the ruins of the ruins are still solemn, the gloom and decay that cannot be dissolved in the whispering forest cannot invade here, and even the dead vines and old trees on the roadside have an aura that cannot be despised by people.

Griffith passed a cracked tile, and the pale moonlight cast into the deep crevice, and a great shadow flashed from below. He tried to speak, but he couldn't.

The group walked through leaky passages and came to an open altar-like platform. The platform was built on the edge of a towering cliff, and part of it had collapsed. From there, you can look out into the dark night, and faintly you can see a faint glimmer of light.

Maybe it's a reinforcement brigade there!! According to the position of the stars, the location of the shimmering light is north-northeast, most likely in the direction of the watchtower.

The thought flashed through him, and Griffith almost jumped down the cliff and ran to safety. However, his body was completely uncontrollable, and he was still dragged by strange forces to keep up with the group.

On the south side of the platform, still intact, seven tall columns stood in the darkness, each covering seven small half-collapsed doors. As he gazed at the columns, Griffith heard some vague and distant voice, as if to speak, as if to curse.

Professor Lourdes raised his wand. Seven of the goblins bound by Kalius immediately came out, and without saying a word, they entered the seven small doors. Each goblin had a thin black shadow wrapped around his ankle, unable to resist in the slightest.

"Prepare for battle," the professor said to the crowd in a rare move, "and light a bonfire in the center of the altar." ”

Is this really an altar, a sacrifice or something?" Griffith asked curiously, but couldn't open his mouth.

Hank, the Witcher, the Apprentice, immediately took out the flint and velvet thread, and chopped some nearby dead wood to light the fire. Ravin skillfully removed the arrows and scattered them into the crevices of the stone slabs beside the fire, apparently preparing to maneuver for the rest of the battle.

"The tunnel on the left is a trap, my goblin has been killed," Kalius suddenly said, "monsters are pouring out of the tunnel. ”

From the deep darkness poured out maggots thicker than buckets, shaped like giant pythons. They squirmed their short, gray-black legs out of the hole, opened their mouthparts like suckers, revealing layers of jagged fangs, and pounced towards the crowd.

"Or use the flames against them," Kalius swiped his sword, the blade immediately enveloped in flames. He stabbed his sword into the mouthparts of a maggot, and the flames on the blade immediately crackled and burned, and the maggot that was stabbed immediately twitched.

Hank shouted, raising his round shield and meeting him. He fought like the heavy infantry of the army, fending off the swarming maggots as he steadily retreated, occasionally pulling out a vial of potion from his pocket and smashing it to the ground. A green mist rose from the place where the vial was broken, and all maggots under the shroud of the mist moved at a significant decrease.

When all of these maggots enter a slow state, the other trainee witchers begin to attack. Ravan and Pera shoot with rockets, while Hakan's giant wolf specializes in biting maggots that are about to leave the deceleration area.

The five of them spread out in an arc, alternately covering, always compressing the maggot's range of movement. Their attacks were methodical, and the maggots burned by the arrows burst into clumps of flesh and pus, and they were about to be annihilated.

Griffith couldn't help but praise in his heart, and he became very interested in the way the witchers fight. However, Professor Lourdes, who was beside him, suddenly said impatiently:

"It's too slow. ”

Suddenly, a large group of venomous snakes poured out of the nearby passage. Their bodies are black-green and equally massive, with their heads covered in densely raised cells that have just been raised and surrounded from all sides.

Hank, who was still maneuvering, shook his hands and feet, and he was attacked by a poisonous snake in his back and fled in a hurry. As soon as he retreated, the maggots that were about to be wiped out suddenly found a gap and swarmed up, and immediately broke through the demon hunter's defenses and threw the demon wolves to the ground.

Ravan fired an arrow at the maggot, and the rocket shattered the monster's limbs, but the stumps still bounced at him as if they were alive. The severed maggot limb quickly sprouted a mass of tiny fangs from the section and bit down on Raven's arm.

"Ahh

"No!" Pera was startled, wielding two daggers to chase the approaching monster away. But the short blade inserted into the maggot's limbs, as if it was inserted in cotton, could not stop the monster's movement at all. On the contrary, it alarmed the poisonous snakes and maggots in the vicinity, and they immediately rushed towards her in dense clusters.

Griffith kicked away the maggots that had pounced on Pera, and then used his dagger to cut off a piece of Laven's arm and drive them away, pulling them backwards. The Witcher's defenses crumbled in an instant, and the entire square was filled with twisted monsters crawling and surging.

"Incompetent. Loalds glanced at the Captain of the Witcher with disdain. The wand in his hand had already drawn a complex shape, and an extremely thick salty smell suddenly filled the air, which was disgusting.

The maggots, which had just been biting, suddenly stopped, let go of the prey they had caught, and began to shake violently.

The creatures' thick, large limbs began to wrinkle and break, like air-dried wood. A maggot fell to the ground right in front of Griffith, rolling and shrinking until it turned into a carpet-like layer of skin that stuck to the ground.

The critical situation was immediately reversed. Lordus didn't stop, he unfolded a scroll, and the icy freezing air whistled out, and the air cooled rapidly, freezing the attacked apprentice witchers in place. However, those black-green strange snakes immediately became less aggressive, and even began to flee back.

As soon as they returned to the exit of the passage, a scythe-like wind swept across the ground. The crowded group of strange snakes was cut off and shattered in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground with a crackle.

The demon hunters broke free, covering their wounds and watching in amazement.

"Stop yourself from bleeding with a blood clotter," the High Mage said coldly, "The third wave is coming. ”

......

That's it, you still want to explore the ruins at this level of combat power!?

Griffith screamed in despair, completely unable to accept the situation. The Witcher's squad has just encountered a monster that comes out of a passage and can still hold on, but the problem is that their attack power is insufficient, and they lack the strength to quickly destroy the monster. When the second group of monsters appeared, the Witcher squad was immediately thrown into chaos, completely redundant to the unexpected.

In addition, there is a more serious problem!

The core of this witcher squad's defense is Hank, who is likely to be one of the weakest. His strength is limited and he is not well equipped, and he is unable to deal with giant creatures or large numbers of monsters.

Next, if you face more and stronger monsters, how can you possibly survive.

The more Griffith thought about it, the more panicked he became, and suddenly, he grinned and laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha, hahahaha. ”

He laughed as he turned around and hugged a nearby tree and slammed his head like a woodpecker.

Pella, who had just received his support, wanted to say two words of thanks, but was horrified by the sudden madness of the scene, and immediately took two steps back to Hank's side.

"What's wrong?" Griffith suddenly suppressed his smile, and looked at Miss Xi Witcher with a bloody face, "What's wrong?"

"You, that's the problem. Pera couldn't help but tilt her head back and stand a little farther away from him.

Hey, I'm able to speak again, and it looks like it's time for the silence spell and control the professor gave me. But the situation is serious. Although this witcher squad is well configured, the combat effectiveness of the members is obviously insufficient. They would have been okay if they had hunted down one or two mutated creatures, and exploring such ruins would have been self-defeating.

Professor Lourdes is indeed powerful, but he is also only one person, and if the pressure of the battle continues to increase, he will definitely encounter a difficult situation to deal with.

The professor is not a pleasant man, but he is at least on my side, and if he is finished, I will inevitably go with him to Biliangpo.

The more Griffith thought about it, the more he felt weak, but he didn't dare to dissuade him again, for fear of falling into an even more powerful spell of imprisonment. His gaze moved to the edge of the cliff again, and he began to think about what posture and angle to use to jump off the cliff when the battle situation was unfavorable.

Another wave of monsters poured out of the passage. They are cockroach-like reptiles, but each one is bigger than a dog. The hard carapace is hard to break, and it can hold out for long in the face of fire, lightning, and poison.

By the time it was easy to repel the wave of monsters, Griffith found that the summoned giant wolf was in a state of near disintegration, Hank's face was exhausted, and the archer Raven's quiver had only a third of the crossbow arrows left.

Lourdes still stood in the center of the crowd with a blank face. He had already released several spells with different attributes in a row, and had also used scrolls and other items to assist, but he couldn't see even the slightest pant or exhaustion on his face.

But Raven and the others had no intention of fighting, and opened their mouths to persuade them: "High Mage, captain, let's retreat! ”

"No, you can't go!" Calrius objected loudly, "the great listener will lead us!"

Loalds, however, was indifferent to the compliment. His eyes were fixed on the next passage, and he looked a little nervous.