Crossing the arched stone bridge above the pond leads to a pitch-black corridor carved with various beautiful murals.

Several armed elves and dwarves stood guard on the terrace outside the corridor, guarding against monsters rushing from the other side of the corridor and harming their inhabitants.

After seeing the heavily armed Wayne approaching, the elves and dwarves all nodded respectfully to the witcher in respect.

Unlike the ordinary residents of the camp, as warriors, they can appreciate the power of witchers better.

The dozens of water ghosts that were killed yesterday are still vivid, and such a large number is an existence that can only be defeated by relying on an army of more than twenty people.

However, just two witchers were able to kill them almost unscathed, and judging from the wounds of those monsters, almost every one of them was fatal in one hit, a level that ordinary people could not achieve anyway.

Worthy of respect.

Faced with the attitude of the dwarves and elven warriors, Wayne smiled back, and there was still a little pride in his heart.

There is no one who does not like the respect of others, especially the witchers who risk their lives to rid themselves of monsters.

However, there are too few people in this world who understand things, there are too many people who are muddy, and the deliberate guidance of the ruling class and the Eternal Flame Church will make the profession of demon hunter, which should be respected, in this embarrassing state now.

It's embarrassing.

Once in the hallway, it was still pitch black, but with the help of the Cat Potion, Wayne was able to see his surroundings clearly.

It stands to reason that this ruin has not been disturbed by people for thousands of years, and even if there were traps and the like set up back then, it is estimated that they have been damaged by the effects of time.

Wayne cautiously walked forward with his sword in hand, and soon made his way through the hallway to a huge room that resembled a banquet hall.

The ballroom is large, and although there are no windows, the walls around it are carved with extraordinarily beautiful marble reliefs, especially the ceiling, which is a huge landscape of various strange sculptures.

The space in the hall is very spacious, and it should have been furnished with a lot of fine furniture in the past.

But these wooden pieces of furniture have long since been turned to dust over thousands of years, and only some metal objects remain, and some of the original appearance remains.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Wayne's heart, and he took a step and was about to continue exploring the interior of the banquet when the witcher badge on his chest suddenly vibrated slightly, even accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, like a vibrating mobile phone.

Wayne was startled, and immediately stopped moving, clenched his sword, and looked around carefully.

It was the first time he had encountered such a situation, but he knew exactly what he was encountering, both in-game and in Viselmir's teachings.

My badge is starting to vibrate, there must be a sorceress around here, oh no, there must be traces of magic nearby.

Wayne squinted his eyes and walked more lightly, and he cautiously walked against the wall, trying to go to the back of the ballroom to see where the traces of the magic were coming from.

However, the owner of this ruin is still very skillful, perhaps he is a magician himself, or he has invited a skilled mage to help him.

As Wayne stepped onto the dance floor of the ballroom, he heard the clatter of rocks from the ceiling above him.

Before Wayne could look up to see what was happening, a strong air stream came from top to bottom, towards his location.

In an instant, Wayne's hairs stood on end, and without thinking about it, he rolled to his side and left the spot.

Boom! Click!

The sound of a boulder that seemed to weigh several tons falling from a height shook Wayne's heart.

He held himself on the ground with one hand, steadied himself, and looked up to see an ugly-looking monster that looked like an overweight goblin, already standing where he was.

This monster is made of gray-blue stone, with an expressionless face, glowing eyes, and a pair of misshapen wings on its back, which does not look like a normal monster at all.

But at a glance, Wayne recognized what it was.

Gargoyles, a stone statue that has been given life, are mostly used to protect mages' laboratories or treasure rooms, and have a gem manipulation called the Gargoyle Heart developed by mages, which is quite tricky to deal with.

After all, this kind of monster is no longer a carbon-based life, and its whole body is composed of hard stones, and ordinary weapons will not have much effect except for breaking the skin of a little stone and cutting their own sword for scrap.

Fortunately, the master witchers of the past have long studied this monster thoroughly, and in the monster knowledge that Kyl Mohan has learned, the weakness of the gargoyle is recorded in detail.

In addition to the fragility of their joints, these monsters are also afraid of the Witcher's Silver Sword, which is doped with demon-blocking metal.

Although the effect of the silver sword slashing them is far less clean than that of slashing at flesh and blood, as long as you accumulate enough damage, you can still kill them.

In addition to this, these monsters are also afraid of anti-magic bombs, and when they are covered in the dust of anti-magic bombs, they will lose control due to the blockage of the magic power in their bodies.

It is written in the books that although these monsters have rough skin and thick flesh and infinite strength, they are quite slow to move, and they are not invincible enemies.

Wayne exhaled lightly, picked up the silver sword that Geralt had lent him, put a strengthened version of Quinn's shield on himself, and then released a huge Arden magic trap on the ground, and waited for the gargoyle to attack.

If it weren't for the fact that this monster would only attack the enemy according to the program set by the mage, without any mind at all, neither afraid of the burning of the Ignyi Faji, nor completely immune to the control of the Alpha Fayin and the Yakesi Fayin, he would not have chosen to fight this monster head-to-head at all.

The gargoyle that had fallen to the ground was still standing still.

It seemed that because it had not been activated for thousands of years, the gargoyle's internal program was slow or hindered, and it stood in a daze for more than ten seconds, until Wayne almost couldn't bear it anymore and took the lead in attacking, and then the huge fat guy staggered and pounced on Wayne.

However, when the two sides got together and Wayne actually fought it, he realized that this stone monster was not as difficult to deal with as he imagined.

Because, this gargoyle's reaction speed is too slow, or Wayne's speed is too fast.

With his own ability and system bonuses, Wayne's swordsmanship is comparable to that of the Cat School Assassin Master, he can easily roll and jump behind the gargoyle to dodge the monster's powerful attacks, often when the gargoyle finally turns to face Wayne, its back joint has been attacked several times.

And when the two face each other, Wayne can get back behind the gargoyle and attack its weak points with just a few donkeys rolling and dodging a few slaps and tramples.

Finally, after Wayne flipped behind the gargoyle for the seventh time, using the silver sword to slash at the joints of its back.

The huge gargoyle finally couldn't support it anymore, and from its limbs, neck to torso, it was like a piece of building blocks, and with a few clicks, it became a lot of scattered parts, scattered all over the ground.

Among these parts, the gargoyle's chest, a fist-sized, red-green crystal-like magic prop, also fell in front of Wayne.

This is the Gargoyle Heart, the source of power for the Magic Statue.

Although it is not very valuable, or even worth as much as a war horse, it is still enough for ordinary people to live for a few months if it is traded to scholars or mages who study magic.