It takes at least twenty-five days for that spine to completely detach one section a day, that is, about a month or so, before the monster head really matures.

During this period, it is the weakest and most dangerous, because during this period of weakness, it will constantly "forage" at night, sneaking up on a large number of creatures to suck blood.

Jialan didn't give it this chance, and as soon as the mutation was completed, it was beaten to a weak state by a fat beating, leaving a small life to be released, in this case, according to the instinctive habits of the derivative creatures, it usually chooses to return to the nest or seek refuge from its own kind.

This is also the difference between undead creatures with a certain amount of intelligence, and undead creatures that do not have intelligence, in exchange for undead creatures, even if they are bombarded to slag, they do not know how to escape.

Because the wings were almost shot into a spider web by the shooter, the flight ability of the monster head was greatly weakened, although there was no burden of the body, but even if it flapped its wings desperately, it could only barely keep it from falling, and the flight speed was naturally not fast.

This made it much easier for Jialan and the others who were tracking behind, except for the gold thief who was in charge of tracking and driving it away, attacking it with a slingshot from time to time to urge it to speed up, everyone else followed leisurely.

Captain Kenmet finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Jialan, what kind of monster is this, and it can actually parasitize in a human head?"

According to his knowledge, it was difficult for him to understand that the head of a corpse would come to life on its own and grow wings to become a monster, but it would be easier to understand if some kind of creature was parasitic on the head of a corpse.

"It's not quite right to explain it in terms of parasites, but it's somewhat similar... The name of this undead creature is 'Flying Head Barbarian', or 'Vampire Barbarian'. I don't know how they do it..."

Jialan patiently explained, "But it is true that the creatures that are sucked to death by the flying head will almost always become 'undead derivatives', that is, their 'offspring'...", he pointed to the strange head that was wobbling and flying in front of him.

Old Jimmy, who was following Jialan, interjected: "It sounds very similar to the legendary vampire, it is said that people who are bitten to death by vampires will also become vampires!"

Jialan smiled, "They are indeed very 'similar'. ”

He didn't intend to explain to the mercenaries that the real Bloodline was far more powerful than they had imagined, with great strength, agile speed, graceful charm, great intelligence, and a lot of knowledge from a long life...... In a way, the Bloodline is a near-perfect creature.

In this era, the legend called the so-called "vampire". I'm afraid it's just a low-level "blood servant" left over from the blood clan, or even a "blood slave" without self, just a servant and slave of the blood clan who prides themselves on being nobles, and they are not recognized by the blood clan as a lowly existence of the same kind at all.

[It seems that the high-level blood clan seems to have disappeared from this era as well, otherwise it would be impossible for these low-level blood slaves to lose their control.] Wanton assault on humanity. What happened when the leylines exploded? Why did all the high-level beings disappear? There is no reason why ordinary civilians can survive, but those powerful beings disappear instead......]

Jialan's mind deserted. When you come back to your senses. However, it was discovered that the flying head man, whose flight speed was only comparable to the walking speed of a human, had taken them to the deepest part of the Doom Castle.

"What is this for?"

Jia Lan looked at the low buildings under the mountain wall in amazement, he didn't even know the mercenaries about his inheritance, this was the very end of Doom Fortress, a desolate area next to the Sea Wall Mountains, where a large area of low and simple rock buildings was built. It looks like the entrance to the cellar.

Captain Kenmet explained to the young magician who had only curried around his territory, "This is the dungeon area of Doom Castle, where the castle's original owner used to imprison prisoners, and the space below is quite large... Since there are enough buildings in the castle complex, we didn't make use of it. ”

The gold thief stopped at the entrance to one of the dungeons. Looking back to see if he wanted to chase after him, it was clear that the flying head had fled into the dungeon, but it was not certain whether it had fled here in a panic or if it had come here in search of some kind of induction.

"What kind of business did the original owner of the castle do that required such a large dungeon area?"

Jialan glanced at the low rock complex with some confusion, the location of this place was actually beyond the scope of Doom Castle, and it was quite a distance away from the castle complex.

However, the area of this dungeon area, the size of the buildings on the ground alone, is equivalent to a quarter of the Doom Fort, and I don't know how big the tunnel is, which is too inconsistent with the architectural distribution of regular castle buildings.

No true nobleman would want to build a dungeon in his castle that would bring him and his family to such a bad name, and the noble lord who would do so would be either a brutal war lord or a notorious slave trader, both of whom were evil beings who didn't care about reputation.

Because of the long-term desertion, the dungeon is dark and damp, not to mention, and covered with moss, not to mention in this dark night, even in the sun-drenched day, it will be dark and you can't see your fingers, and the entrance to the dungeon of the black hole is like a big black mouth, waiting for the prey to enter.

Just as the mercenaries were preparing lighting tools and preparing to chase down to take a look, Jialan took out a metal staff from his pocket and tapped it on the rock at the entrance of the dungeon, and suddenly a bright golden light bloomed, and within 20 meters of the center of the holder, it was illuminated as if it were day.

The sudden bright light startled the mercenaries, and they subconsciously squinted their eyes and made a defensive gesture, and suddenly entered the extremely bright environment from the darkness, making their eyes a little uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. ”

Jialan said without any sincerity, and handed the metal staff in his hand to Captain Kenmet: "Don't be surprised, this is an alchemy lighting tool called 'Yongming Light Staff', as you can see, the lighting effect is not bad, and it is very suitable for use as an adventure item......"

With this kind of brightness of the lighting tool, the danger of any underground ruins will be reduced by several orders of magnitude, and the most important thing is that the bright light is a fairly effective deterrent weapon for underground creatures.

Captain Kenmet was surprised to put his palm close to the glowing part of the metal staff, but he didn't feel the temperature at all, the emitted by the Yongming Light Staff was just a pure cold light, no temperature, no smoke, no taste, and even in an airless environment, such as underwater, it would not affect its effect.

Jialan said as she took out some short metal rods from her pocket and distributed them to everyone: "These 'lighting rods' are not as effective as the 'Yongming Light Staff', and they only last for 6 hours. ”

The mercenaries were amazed, and the head of Kenmet stared at Jialan's pocket with envy, if he had exotic memories like Jialan, he would definitely think that Jialan had a magical space pocket like some kind of exotic cat.

Although he had already learned from his uncle, President Clark, that this mysterious young magician possessed many magical methods, but hearing about it and seeing it with his own eyes were completely different things!

Not to mention the gold-level potions and alchemy potions in a group of more than a dozen per person, releasing them is enough to trigger a medium-scale war, and now it is this magical alchemy lighting prop, no matter what kind of it is, it is enough to make the mercenaries crazy,

The mercenaries looked at each other for a while, and each took out a few torches dipped in butter from the equipment they carried with them and threw them on the ground.

Although the lighting effect of this thing is not bad, but it is large and heavy, not to mention, the smell of butter when it burns, can float far away in the dark, in dangerous places this thing is like a monster summoning device, always able to attract all kinds of strange creatures, compared to the eternal light staff and lighting staff, it is simply weak.

Under the illumination of the Eternal Light Staff, the environment in the dungeon was simply invisible, and the corners that might have been overlooked in the darkness were all completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and the flying head had already flown nowhere, and in front of them was a rough stone staircase carved out of the rock, and it spiraled down into the darkness of the ground.

The door of the dungeon has long since decayed to slag, the uneven stone steps are covered in dirt and some dead leaves, and the bones of some small creatures can occasionally be seen scattered, which will make a crisp cracking sound if you step on it, adding to the creepy atmosphere.

Not knowing what the original owner of the castle was doing with the dungeon so deep, Captain Kenmet looked under the steps without handrails, and the 20-meter high illumination range of the Imman Light Staff could not reach the bottom.

The mercenary picked up a tallow torch that they had discarded, lit it and threw it down, only to see the burning torch spin in the air for a long time before it landed, smashed out a puff of sparks and extinguished, he turned around and reported: "More than 80 meters deep!"

"Hell, is this a dungeon or a mine?"

Captain Kenmet cursed, holding the Staff of Eternal Light in his left hand and drawing his two-handed greatsword in his right hand, and just as the butter torch fell, they both heard a faint scream due to the distance.

Tilting his head, Captain Kenmet motioned for his gold thieves to explore the way ahead, and the group began to march deeper into the dungeon. (To be continued......)

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