The trail went smoothly, and the hard work of the previous week had paid off.

There are no blood-sucking creatures hiding in the shadows, and no bloody wreckage scattered in puddles of white snow.

Led by Gerd, they arrived at the detention facility designed by Anahad.

It's a valley with three hills blocking a small depression in the middle of the foothills.

"Wow."

When the full picture of this small depression appeared in the eyes of the three people on the hillside, Lan En licked his thin lips and touched his forehead with emotion.

"Okay."

"No matter what the hell is inside, it's definitely not going to be easy to get rid of."

This mountain depression has obvious man-made traces.

The circle of roads plunges down like a whirlpool, and the width of the road is only for one person, and the ground is paved with rudimentary wooden sticks to pile up to prevent slipping.

The midday sun was pouring down from the sky, and there were occasional wooden pillars on the narrow road, on which already tattered cloth fluttered in the wind.

In the light of the day, it doesn't feel eerie, but there is a decadent dead silence.

As soon as they stepped down the hill into the spiraling path, Rann and Gerd began to make a "bang" around their necks.

The two roaring bear head necklaces began to shake regularly.

Chaos magic is abundant here.

In terms of quantity, it is even comparable to the winter solstice in other places.

The wind went back and forth through the mountain nests, whirring the tattered rags.

Lane glanced around the dead silence, and under the inexplicable gaze of Gerd and Regis, he shifted four or five positions in succession.

The distance between each station is tens of meters.

On his retina, a waterfall of data is refreshing.

"According to the drastic changes in the vibration of the badge, after accurate calculations, the current environment Chaos Mana flow map is as follows."

Mentos quantified the intensity of the badge's vibration and derived a formula and graph based on it, combined with Lan's spatial position.

Finally, it is presented to the subject.

What appeared on Lan's retina was a shape similar to the boardwalk beneath his feet, like a spiraling downward funnel.

"Anahad has channeled the power of the three surrounding mountains here, and he is using the power of the surrounding mountains to suppress something."

Lane returned to Regis and Gerd, raised his eyebrows, and gestured with his fingers in a circle that gradually narrowed downward, and said to them.

"He's got a lot of knowledge about magic!"

Regis's voice was as soft and slow as ever: "I once heard of the magic of using chaos magic to link the power of a certain mountain range in the world, and then unleash the magic of the shield. It's possible to mobilize the power of the mountain, but Anahad isn't a witcher? Does he really have that ability? ”

"He's the first witcher in the world." Gerd interjected next to him.

"Those people received the wholehearted education of Arzu and Malaspina! Two archmages who have left their names in history! The two old bastards didn't know what they were going to create at first, and they probably learned the knowledge of warlocks. ”

"It's not surprising that Anahad has this level, he just talks about theory, and he is estimated to be more advanced than the vast majority of mages. Aren't those warlocks still coveting Arzu's knowledge hundreds of years ago? ”

As a discriminated Witcher, Gerd naturally complained about the founder of this human mutation technology, and he ended up stabbing the current warlocks in the mouth.

Rann and Regis glanced at each other, their expressions not good-looking.

Because the object of this kind of battle can be put on by Anahad, no matter how you think about it, you should be a ruthless character.

Now, it has been basically determined that at the bottom of this spiral path, there should be a high-level vampire.

The three of them continued to walk down, and the closer they were to the core below, the more the two witchers' emblems shook violently.

On the way, Lane passed a stump that had fallen over the roots.

He found that in the roots of the stake were some decaying biological tissues.

It's kind of like the salivary glands of a gliding lizard.

It seems that Anahad channeled the flow of power from the surrounding peaks through rituals and alchemy.

The level of sophistication of this technique is not at all like the style of the Bear School.

It can only be said that the first batch of demon hunters were taught by the two archmages to become all-rounders.

All the way down, the three of them reached the lowest end of the spiral road.

There was a mine that had been cut out there, and it was not deep, and the bottom could be seen from the outside of the hole.

Inside the mine is an all-steel iron cage.

A humanoid creature is being kept in a cage.

At the same time as the three of them came to the bottom, the contents of the cage began to look at them.

His eyes shone like witches in the darkness of the mines.

The three men looked at each other with him, but none of them made a sound.

Ran, Gerd, and Regis were shocked by what they saw, and the one in the cage was because he couldn't speak.

It was a sturdy man, with neat hair, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a strong body.

But he lost his entire jaw, and the bloody tear went all the way to his chest!

It's like someone pulled his jaw and then directly tore off a large piece of flesh and bones, including his chin!

And his right shoulder, along with his right hand, disappeared completely.

The bloody wound was just exposed to the air, undisguised. Even from the right shoulder, which disappeared, you can see the lungs in the chest cavity rise and fall.

Any normal person with either of these two wounds should die within five minutes.

But the man in the cage, not only did he not die, his wounds still looked very fresh, a . Growing freshness.

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

No, that's not the feeling. His wounds are really growing back! Although the process is very slow, it is as slow as a drop of water.

"Anahad induced the power of the three mountains just to suppress his regeneration?"

Ged said in a voice that bordered on sighing.

"This place must be hundreds of years old! He has been stiffened with this wound for hundreds of years? ”

At the same time, Lan suddenly raised his head and looked up at the low end of the lowlands.

Black spots gradually appeared on the slopes of the three nearby mountains.

The black dots were fast, and snow splashed under their feet, sliding down the depression.

They occasionally let out a low growl of resistance or two, but eventually they will make their way here.

"Bat Wing Brain Demon, Bat Wing Demon, Blood Demon."

Lan's left hand rested on the scabbard at his waist and glanced at the man in the cage.

"You really called these things."

The man in the cage looked at the three people outside the entrance of the cave, his eyes calm and unwavering.

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