Groups of illusory black figures gathered from all corners of the village, holding weapons such as hoes and knives in their hands, moving towards the hill where the altar stood as if they were real people. The light of the fire flickered over their charred bodies, leaving ashes and sparkled footprints along the way.

The fate of the villagers of Taunt Village in history is sad. They gather to fight monsters that can annihilate the extraordinary squad, and they are doomed to a tragic end.

Griffith and Galadia walked among the terrible inhabitants, whispers of curse in their ears from time to time.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Kill that monster!"

"Throw him into the pit of the Earth Dragon!"

Griffith looked up at the top of the hill, where a black whirlwind like mosquitoes and ashes could be seen in the shade of the trees.

The battle is about to begin.

Griffith looked at the elf. They have been together for a while and sometimes can sense each other's thoughts without words.

His living corpse men turned their heads in unison, staring at her with rotting pale eyes.

Galadia was furious when she was stared at, and began to honestly explain her abilities and share information:

"I have the dual traits of Spellcaster Pathway Sequence 8 Erudito and Ranger Pathway Sequence 8 Traveler,

"Needless to say, I can attach light and wind spells to my weapons without a wand, mainly to enhance the effects of killing or movement restriction and purification.

"The Traveler trait strengthens my agility, precision, and insight, and I am good at spotting mana, traps, and ailments, and I have two extraordinary abilities, one is 'Wind', which uses Charged and Psychic power to help burst a powerful single attack, or a short increase in the rate of fire, and the other is called 'Windwalk', which increases agility, frees me from magic and greatly increases the probability of dodging physical attacks.

"I will be blessed by the gods, and I will have extraordinary good fortune. If a large amount of mental power is consumed, my innate demon eye contains the 'power of nature', which can spawn and mobilize plants to attack or assist, and can also use the 'mental whip' to restrict the victim's consciousness and deepen the damage for a short period of time. You've seen most of these abilities. ”

"That's amazing," Griffith nodded, "but when the fight starts, you'll have to keep maneuvering and don't covet the results of a momentary attack." ”

"Got it!~"

A charred crowd gathered at the top of the mountain. Together with the elves, Griffith found a place with a good view and waited for the vision to happen.

"Griffith, have you noticed? There's something odd about this altar," Galadia said, gesturing to the side of the hilltop platform. There was a tall tower erected.

The entrance to the tower is an irregular semicircle, decorated with eerie white fang-like carvings. Walking in from the entrance, the dark passage narrows little by little, and the way is full of layers of fangs, as if walking into the mouth of a monster.

The tower is even more weird, I don't know what material is used to pile up, about 50 meters high. It looks like a dusty fold that narrows as the tower stretches upward, leaving behind a section that has long since been broken.

This thing looks like a dried burrowing demon worm.

"The villagers here worship the Earth Dragon, and must have been blessed by it," Griffith said to himself, "Perhaps the water canal in the village was dug with the help of the Earth Dragon." ”

Galadia poked at the strange material on the tower: "It's not dirt or stone, but it's strong." By the way, there should be a cave of earth dragons around here, let's go find it. ”

The elf tugged at Griffith's sleeve and walked to the back of the tower, where there was a deep well covered with a wooden shed. The mouth of the well is wide, dark and deep, and it is not known where it leads.

That's when the vision reappeared. With an unsettling and frightening sound, the scenery began to peel off and decay, and the flat floor tiles seemed to be hot and hot as if they had been burned by fire. Bursts of mournful cries and screams came from not far away.

On the altar platform directly in front of the tower, the charred black figures gathered together were already in a mess. They threw away their weapons and shoved each other into hiding. A dark shadow scurried over, past Griffith's side, and smashed headlong into the dark well.

The monster with the broken pocket on its head reappears. It is about the same height as a butcher who died underground, but is stronger and more powerful. Wielding a giant scythe, it defuses cries for mercy and kills the crowds of villagers as if they were cutting wheat.

The fallen villagers immediately disintegrated into shattered ashes, and disappeared without leaving even their bodies. Huge cockroaches also swarmed from all directions, almost filling the wide platform.

"Fight," Griffith said, "to find out the true identity of this monster under the mask, and the will of this seal will be satisfied." ”

The cold air around him surged, and one after another ice guns were embodied around him. The increasingly powerful Frost Enchantment can replace the inconvenient heavy Throwing Gun in many cases, providing considerable damage.

He condensed an ice spear, flicked it in his hand, and then pulled away.

At the same time, five living corpses scattered. Instead of rushing up to fight, they took cover on the perimeter of Galadia and tried to follow her movements, driving away and blocking the dense cockroaches.

The monster that was slaughtering the villagers suddenly slowed down and staggered in place as if they were delirious.

Galadia mentally whips the monster. Monsters affected by this ability will fall into a state of sluggishness and confusion, during which the trauma will be more severe.

Griffith unleashed a lightning-bolt blow that pierced through his shield at the monster that was close at hand. The cold light tore through the air, exploding a mass of flesh on the monster's chest. The ice spear pierced through the monster's chest, spewing large clouds of yellow-brown liquid.

The monsters go crazy and act like crazy. It grabbed a villager's vision and held it to its chest. The second ice spear pierced the villager's body and plunged deep into the monster's waist and abdomen.

At the same time, the monster had already asked for the dizziness and sluggishness of the spirit whip, and strode towards it.

Griffith throws a slowing potion at the monster. The tawny potion exploded around the monster, pulling at the monster's legs and feet like muddy hands.

The burly monster continued to move forward, unexpectedly breaking free from the slowing effect.

It has a decent resistance to magic!

Griffith's heart sank, such a trait was rare in the countryside or the dark forces.

But now was not the time to think about it, and he ran at a high speed with the last ice gun in hand. He has to control the distance and direction between the monster and Galadia, and make full use of the elves' long-range firepower.

Although the monster in front of him is powerful, it has no armor or magic equipment, and it wastes its physical advantage in vain, as long as it controls the rhythm and distance, it can be consumed.

Galadia's arrow struck it in the head, striking precisely from the left eye. Swarms of cockroaches pursued her from behind. With the lesson of the previous time, she deftly maneuvered under the cover of the living corpse, looking for an opportunity to bend her bow again.

She and Griffith circled along the platform, keeping a safe distance at all times.

Whenever the cockroaches swarm, Griffith rushes into the insect tide and disperses them with the bursting power of the streamer shield.

Galadia's light and graceful figure is tumbling and jumping. Her archery skills are very skilled, and she can even find opportunities to shoot an arrow accurately when running at high speeds.

Ordinary feathered arrows are enchanted, and each arrow carries light, piercing through the monster's thick flesh and inflicting severe damage.

In just a few minutes, this monster of terrifying strength was somewhat unable to hold on.

It suddenly stopped its pursuit, grabbed a black shadow of a frantically fleeing villager beside it, and brought it to its mouth under its pocket, tearing off its skin and biting it like eating a tomato. The slain villagers were just fleshless black shadows, but they let out a scream and sprayed ashes like water.

The wounds of the monsters that were devouring the villagers quickly stopped bleeding, and even squeezed out the feathered arrows that were deep into the flesh. The wound was wriggling with patches of granulation, and it seemed that it would not take long to heal as before.

"Cover me!"

Griffith threw the ice spear in his hand, and circled the monster's flank with a short spear in hand. With the help of such a strong life force, the elf's bow and arrow will be the first to run out, and it must be fatally wounded as soon as possible.

A third ice lance pierced the monster's right arm, but it didn't seem to care, bent on devouring the villagers. Griffith flashed to the monster's right hand and shot the devouring monster in the ear.

"Whew!" the spear stabbed the monster in the right ear. With a terrible howl, the broken bag flew out along with half an ear and a piece of flesh.

The furious howl was like a mountain monster, with a dizzying and sluggish ability.

Griffith was so dizzy by the heart-rending roar that he could see the monster's face before he was knocked out of nowhere by an arm swept from nowhere.

The midshipman felt as if he had been struck by heavy cavalry, rolling on the ground, his bones and internal organs trembling with wails and trembles.

In a vague feeling, it was as if someone had helped him up, and poured a stream of warm liquid into his mouth.

The liquid felt hot, sticky, and thick, presumably a healing potion that I was carrying. Griffith, who drank the potion, gradually regained consciousness and found Galadia leaning against a low wall.

In front of them, the monster that had been shot down from the hood was slowly raising its head. Yellow-green blood gushed out of its right ear like a fountain. It was only at this time that the two of them saw the true face of the monster.

The monster's torso and limbs do resemble human bodies, with a thick neck and broad facial bones. It slowly raised its head, staring at the humans and elves who had wounded it.

The ears that had been covered before were pointed and long, and the eyes were blood-red, and the large mouth that seemed to tear the cheeks showed four fangs above and below.

Orcs.

But compared to the orcs Griffith had seen in the East, this monster was a little less of an orc's majestic momentum, but a little more agile and vicious cruelty.

It bears a bit of a resemblance to Rudias' strong orcs, but different.

Griffith struggled to his feet and held Galadia behind him, "Someone has cultivated it here! He and his assistant Veronos appear to have a connection to Rudias' experiments with strong orcs. ”

Galadia glanced at him with a blank face: "We will discuss the reasons for this later, and after leaving the seal, we must keep it a secret for the time being, and the demigods of Sequence 4 are not easy to mess with." I'll let my family get involved.

"This monster has shown demon-resistant properties, has powerful devouring and healing abilities, and can use the 'heartbreaking' control ability like a mountain monster. Its true ontological strength is likely to be in Sequence 6, but as part of the seal's anomaly, it is not real, and intelligence and some abilities may be weakened. ”