48.Another Battlefield (2)

A young alchemist cautiously came to the corner of the tunnel. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He walked over to Hammer's side, hiding most of his body behind the massive tower shield.

"Mr. Hammer. I'm Franz, the guild's four-ring warlock. The young warlock stretched out his hand and shook Hammer's dusty hand. "You've come up with a good idea, but you can't do it with the Stinky Cloud Technique alone. Wind creation is also required. We blew the stinking cloud into that hall. ”

Hammer grinned, and he found this to be a very likable, unscathing alchemist. "Would you like some?" he held up the kettle and gestured to the warlock.

"What is it?" the warlock casually took the kettle and asked.

"Barley Shochu, an earth-made shochu from Siklaniel. Tastes great. ”

When the warlock heard this, he raised the kettle and poured a large mouthful of it. "Well, it tastes so pure! it reminds me of the bomb shochu my mentor made!" Franz's eyes lit up immediately. "Last time my mentor drank too much of that wine and burned down two of the labs in the White Tower. As a result, I still have to help him pay off his debts. ”

"Oh, I hope you don't get drunk this time!" Hammer suddenly felt that giving Franz a drink didn't seem quite right. In general, the vast majority of alchemists are not drinkers. But it seems that the alchemists of Franz's line are drunkards.

"No, it won't. Franz took another big sip of wine, and reluctantly returned the jug to Hammer. "I'll treat you to Bomb Shochu when you get a chance. That's a good wine with enough strength. ”

Hammer licked his lips: "A word is a certainty!"

"Of course. Deal. Franz nodded. "Now everyone stand out a little, don't be affected by the stinky cloud technique. It tastes like practicing breath-holding in a toilet bowl that has been used for twenty years but has not been brushed. ”

All but Hammer retreated a large part of the room. Some of them had actually seen the power of the Stinky Cloud, and the rest had long heard of what was known as the most disgusting spell in the low-ring spells.

Franz patted Hammer on the shoulder. "After I cast the spell, there may be cultists inside who can resist the nausea and not faint. At that time, they will desperately flee in the direction of the nearest exit from the area of effect of the stinking cloud, which means that some will run in our direction. You'll have to stand up to them. Now let's retreat a little bit later, and we're going to use the wind-making technique to blow it in anyway. ”

Hammer nodded, and the two slowly stepped back. At this time, perhaps the cultists in the hall were planning to investigate what they were doing without movement for a long time. He and Franz suddenly saw two heads sticking out of the bend in the tunnel, and they were looking at them with their heads probed. I saw that there were only two people nearby, Hammer and Franz, and there were no long-range weapons in their hands. One of the guys actually ran out with a canister in his hand, and he saw that he was going to throw it at the two of them.

"Damn!" Hammer roared, his teammates retreating too far to support them. In the face of long-range attacks, Hammer could only hold up his shield, hoping that what he threw over would not be something terrible like poisonous and strong acid.

"Karavanka!" a rousing battle cry suddenly rang in Hammer's ears. He only felt a light on his waist, and saw that Franz had already taken off the water bottle from his waist, and he stepped back and threw the water bottle directly at the cultist.

"My wine!" Hammer didn't have time to feel sorry for his good wine, and the kettle slammed into the face of the cultist holding the jar. "Are you really an alchemist?" Hammer looked at Franz with some suspicion. "Are you sure you're not a berserker?"

Hammer's kettle is made of fine oak. The kettle weighs more than a kilogram, and now there is at least one kilogram of shochu in the kettle. The cultist, who was holding the jar, was bleeding from Franz's blow, spun around in a daze several times, and fell to the ground with a thud. The jar in his hand fell to the ground and snapped into two pieces. A swarm of ferocious wasps flew out of the jar and pounced on the murderers of their homeland, the two closest cultists. Each of these wasps is the size of a fingernail, but they are extremely violent. Surrounded by wasps, the two cultists let out a terrible scream, one of them holding his head and running back, and the other, perhaps knocked unconscious by Franz, ran towards Hammer.

Looking at the swarm of wasps chasing behind the cultist's head, Hammer's face immediately changed color. This is no joke. Every year, hundreds of people in Coronia are stung to death by a wasp. Although the number of this swarm of bees did not sting him to death, it was no problem for him to suffer a lot.

"Think of a way. Hammer hurriedly asked Franz for help. In this case, a simple spell can have a great effect.

A thick yellow-green cloud flew out from behind Hammer and flew above the head of the stinging cultist. The cultists immediately changed their tone, from a scream of "ahh The swarm of earth bees that surrounded the cultists even lost their strength to flap their wings in an instant. They let out their last buzzing noises and then fell to the ground like a light rain.

The cultists had completely lost their minds by this time. He was first hit on the head by a kettle, then stung by a wasp with a swollen nose and swollen eyes, and now he was smoky from the stinking cloud technique. Gathering the last of his strength, he screamed and rushed out of the area of effect, waving his arms towards where Hammer and Franz were.

Hammer watched the mindless cultist run wildly towards him, and slightly estimated the speed of the other party. After the opponent runs within range of his attack, he swings the tower shield forward and upward. The cultist let out a scream, and the whole person was knocked out by Hammer's onslaught, hitting the rock wall of the tunnel and tumbling to the ground several times. Several large holes had been opened in his body by the spikes mounted on the front of the tower's shield, and blood was splattered everywhere.

"Begin, Warlock. Hammer lowered his shield and let the blood flow from the mottled surface of the shield to his and Franz's feet. "Blow the stinking clouds through. ”

Franz has a very good sense of rhythm. He casts spells at lightning speed. Immediately, a strong wind blew the thick yellow-green rain mist that was entrenched in front of the tunnel and drifted deeper into the tunnel. There, the hall guarded by the cultists.

"Kill!" Hammer roared, knocking another cultist from the front to the ground. The cultist's stomach had been cut open by sharp spikes, and a large pile of internal organs was scrambling to get out on the trip. The cultist screamed and grabbed a pile of entrails to shove them back into his stomach, but Hammer didn't give him a chance to try. The lower edge of the thick shield slammed into the cultist's head, causing him to stop all movements.

"Rush in. Hammer was no longer followed by the female warrior, but by an old warrior with a double-headed sword. At his and Hammer's feet, already lying were the corpses of a dozen cultists. Unable to survive the stinking cloud spell any longer, few of them fled deeper into the tunnel, while most of them rushed out of the corner where Hammer was, and engaged in a bloody battle with Hammer and his party in the narrow tunnel.

There were about twenty cultists rushing out of the hall, and many of them were cult warriors in helmets and armor. Fighting in such a narrow place, Hammer's tower shield became an insurmountable death line for this group of cultists. No matter how much they attacked, Hammer just pressed the tower shield to the ground and didn't let the cultists push him down. Behind him, throwing daggers and crossbow arrows were constantly attacking these cultists. After the number of cultists was greatly reduced, the members of the new force launched a timely charge, and used big axes and hammers to defeat the demoralized cultists in one fell swoop.

Now, Hammer and the old warrior had cleared the last few of the Cultists who had resisted, and it was time to storm the halls.

It was a circular stone hall of about 100 square meters, with two exits, one from the one Hammer had just entered, and the other at a ninety-degree angle to the exit. This design can effectively reduce the threat of arrows to reinforcements.

The hall was empty, and weapons were thrown to the ground. Hammer couldn't help but frown as he smelled the scent in the hall. The floor in the hall was a mess, and the floor was littered with pools of cultist vomit. Although the duration of the Stinky Cloud Technique has ended, the pungent smell of the vomit emitted by the vomit as an underground tunnel with poor air circulation is also repulsive.

The veteran carefully examined every corner of the hall to make sure that any of the traps left by the cultists were not triggered. He looked at the empty hall with a serious face, and said to Hammer, "The cultists here are not easy to deal with. There was neither food nor water, nor potions or arrows in this hall. These are indispensable materials for holding on. None here. This shows that this hall was ready to be abandoned in the first place. There must be quite a few more halls like this in the back. We can't always take the lead. It is necessary to take turns. ”

"Of course. Dad. I'm a little weak now!" Hammer smiled at his father. "Now it's time for the brothers of the city guard to help. We have to take a break. ”

The Count of Vantaa arrived five minutes after the hall was conquered. This hall is about 600 meters from the entrance of the tunnel. When he arrived, he was met by soldiers carrying the corpses of cultists. He counted the total number to more than thirty. Not a bad start, he was more confident in this attack.

Entering the hall, the Count of Vantaa saw the six-member squad of the Warrior Guild at first sight. Six men sat or lay in the center of the hall, and three of the warriors were covered in bandages.

"Well done, gentlemen. "The Count of Vantaa never put on a show for a brave warrior. "Your bravery deserves to be commended. ”

He stretched out his hand to the captain of the guard, Surqi, who was following him, and a small pocket embroidered with the coat of arms of the Count of Vantaa was placed in his hand by the captain of the guard, whose forehead was swollen with a large bag. He walked over to the team of six. Hand the small pouch to the gray-haired old soldier. "This is what you deserve for the valor of Coronia. ”

"Thank you for your generosity, sir. The old soldier took the bag and opened it in front of the City Guard soldiers in the hall.

Bang la blah. Twenty finger-sized citrine pieces were poured into Hammer's large hand. The warriors who were originally sitting or lying down were immediately attracted to all their attention, and the surrounding city guards all stopped what they were doing.

"You're so generous! Together, the six warriors bowed to the Count of Vantaa. The eyes of the surrounding city guard soldiers all seemed to be on fire.

"Fight bravely, brave warriors. "The Count of Vantaa was very pleased with the cooperation of the old soldiers. He knew that the morale of his subordinates had been completely stirred up. "Coronia has wealth, just waiting for you to make a meritorious deed. ”