Chapter 280 130. As You Like
Ren looked at this strange-looking weapon. The scimitar had a very unique recurved blade, a wide back and a sickle-shaped blade. He could feel the outer edge of the curved part of the blade. It was very sharp. Although he didn't pick it up, he could tell that the machete was mainly used for cutting and slashing attacks. As a one-way blade weapon, its special curved blade was particularly suitable for cutting flesh, and the blade was bloody. , indestructible, similar to the beheading knives used by executioners.
At this moment, Renn thought of his brother's God Quiteli Halberd, Chupa Coco's God Zongqi Sword, Lizard Kami's God Quiteli Fist, and the God Tower in the hands of the lizard general. Lankes pulled the war spear, and he saw the ancient sage Huangqi's symbol on the handle and decorations similar to those of the gods' weapons. The voice in his head was vaguely pointing to Scimitar, but it wasn't.
"Unusual treasure." Ren murmured to himself. He paused and continued, "There is no bag of coins in the middle. This means that most of their treasures are stored elsewhere. Maybe they only put the most valuable ones." Put valuable things here." After saying that, he frowned again, poked one of the books with the tip of his sword and continued, "If this is the case, then icons such as sea charts may also be here. We need to Know where these pirates will go next."
Renn never touched the scimitar. He was not a newbie who just came out. He already knew what they were dealing with now. He didn't want to look at himself after touching the scimitar. The skin melts away from the body. His eyes moved along the room, peering into the gloomy depths. Something was wrong in the room, but he couldn't feel what it was. He made a complete circle, studying the walls, until finally he came back to the statue in the room. The statue's leather robe swayed silently, and he suddenly realized that something was missing.
"Actually... you don't need to be so cautious. There is nothing wrong with this scimitar. Although I still don't understand the lizard people's gods, this scimitar releases a kind of purifying power. I can imagine those things. The price the skinner had to pay to get the scimitar here." While Ren was inspecting the room, Colonia walked to the scimitar, picked it up, waved it twice in his hand and said.
"There should be something behind this." Renn nodded after taking the scimitar handed over by Colonia, and walked to the statue and said. He stretched out his scimitar and pushed aside the hanging leather robe. Behind the leather robe is not the body of the statue, but a narrow wooden door. He grinned, and it seemed that his guess was correct, but instead of going in directly, he waved his hand.
Cowell had the experience last time, and this time he didn't say anything and leaned close to the nearest place. He stood in the distance and raised his repeating crossbow to face the narrow door.
Ren grabbed the iron ring on the door and pushed it in. The door was pushed open, revealing a second room, which was illuminated by a narrow beam of pale moonlight coming from the window. From where he stood he could see the wooden box filled with tall rolls of parchment, and his heartbeat quickened. From deep in the shadows in the far corner of the room, he heard the faint rustle of chains.
At this time, Genevieve had already clutched the dagger in both hands, pressed her body to a very low posture and rushed into the door. With her good eyesight and the faint moonlight, she was sure that this was the storage room for the camp's charts, with boxes surrounding it. A wooden table was arranged, and she also heard the sharp rattling sound of the chain, and looked along where the sound came from.
All he saw was a thin figure huddled up with his wrists and ankles cuffed. His naked body was covered with dirt and pus-oozing sores.
Genevieve could clearly feel that the figure suddenly froze after hearing the sound of the door opening, and she heard the figure's sneaky inhalation.
The figure's face was covered by a head of greasy black hair. Ren, who came in later, saw that the figure's eyes had been gouged out, leaving rusty and scorched holes in the wounds burned by hot metal. The figure's nose sniffed the air like a hound's, and its body began to tremble.
As the poor creature pointed a crooked finger at Wren and Genevieve, his toothless mouth opened wide and he let out a hideous, paralyzing scream.
What spewed out from the figure's throat was not just noise, but a magic power that cut through Druch like a cold wind. The screams stunned Ren and Genevieve, or they entered some kind of test. They were unable to pounce on the figure immediately. Their hands covered their ears due to shock and pain. Above, this figure full of pain made them both feel as if their whole body organs were failing.
But soon, the figure's voice disappeared, as if his throat was suddenly strangled, making him unable to make a sound.
Colonia rushed in from the narrow door, her face full of shock and anger. Although she could vaguely feel the flow of magical wind in the wooden tower, she was still on guard. , her hands gripped hard, and the black hands on the figure's neck seemed to want to pull the figure's head out of the body. She glanced at the leather robe on the statue next to her with her peripheral vision, and she seemed to understand why. Among the layers of leather robes, there must be a strange human skin that can block perception.
Wren, who passed the roll, snarled at the figure, feeling the paralysis waver under his rage as he crossed the room, scimitar raised. Under the vague illumination of the moon, the curved blade flashed downward with cold light, causing the figure's head to bounce on the floor.
"Hold the enemy and burn it! If you are lucky, this wooden tower will burn like a candle wick." Ren stumbled, trying to clear his mind, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs of the wooden building soon stopped. Allowing him to gather his thoughts, he turned to Colonia and spoke.
Colonia nodded and took immediate action.
"Find the chart!" After Ren finished speaking, he said to Genevieve beside him, then turned back to the wooden box, took out the largest and thickest chart he could find, and used him to pull it off his belt. rope to tie charts into bundles. Then he threw the chart out of the narrow window as fast as he could.
There were screams and the banging of crossbow strings from the stairwell, the brazier tipped over with a loud crash, followed by an even greater commotion, heart-rending howls punctuated by the crash of steel.
Instead of following Wren's order to search for the chart, Genevieve grabbed the figure's wrist and dragged the body to the center of the room until the chains were taut. She began to calculate the distance and chop off the body's arms and legs. Once the chain was loose, she pulled on the nails that held it to the wall, but no amount of pulling could dislodge the nails. But she knew she had to do it, the team needed to escape through the window, and this was the third floor.
"The stairs are on fire! But the enemy is still breaking through the flames, hurry up! We can't hold on for long." Cowell rushed into the outside room with blood on his forehead. He gasped and said while still saying He kept loading the quiver. After the quiver was filled, he ran out and continued fighting.
After Ren sorted out the chart, he began to deal with the chains with Genevieve.
Genevieve tried a different approach, threading one chain through the other's locked cuffs and pulling them together until the two cuffs met. Wren also picked up an iron bar from the floor and threaded it first through the closed manacle of the chain still nailed to the wall, then through the last link of a loosened chain before it was thrown out the window.
"Although it won't extend all the way to the ground, it's enough." After Ren was done, he picked up the machete and looked at Genevieve and continued, "You go down first, and we will come later."
Genevieve Fu nodded and jumped out of the window without saying a word.
Ren didn't lean out. He knew that Genevieve didn't need to climb down the chain at all. The wall was no different from flat ground to Genevieve. He ran out of the narrow door with a scimitar in both hands. The family guards and Colonia had retreated into the outer room. Cowell was the last one to come in, his ornate long sword studded with gems stained with unexplainable things in red, green and yellow.
After Cowell came in, he closed the door forcefully. The family guards no longer cared about this and that. They pushed the heavy skinning table and the victims tied to it through the room, and leaned the top of the skinning table against the door. superior.
"Everyone get out of the window, and once you hit the ground, grab as many charts as you can, and then run toward the wall!" Ren ordered.
Colonia looked at the dusty books, scrolls, jars containing liquids and sealed boxes engraved with strange runes and tied with silver threads in the room and shook her head. These things were full of attraction for her, but unfortunately, There is no time left. It seems that I will have to come back later to get it. I just don’t know how much will be left after being burned by the fire
. "The shouting stopped, but I can hear the chanting in the firelight." Colonia was talking. The body that was about to turn around and walk towards the window paused. She looked at Ren who was riding on the window holding a repeating crossbow to cover her back and said. After speaking, she smiled, and then a look of madness appeared on her face. It was the madness engraved in Druchi's blood. She grinned and gritted her teeth and said, "I smell witchcraft, powerful magic! Our actions seem to make something very angry, but I am also very angry now!"
Lei En looked at Colonia in confusion. He was really scared now. He was afraid that Colonia would suddenly be unable to think about a magic duel with the warlock at the door. This was Darkus' sister. If the duel started, If he did, he would be in trouble. He could either stay or leave. To put it bluntly, this was just a reconnaissance. He stopped by to see what was going on. He didn't want to be surrounded by these skinners, and then let Malekith and Darkus rescue him. If he became the protagonist tonight in this way, then he wouldn't be able to hang out in the future. He might as well stay in He Siota paint portraits of the skinks.
"Let's retreat first. This door can be delayed for a while." Colonia quickly cast a spell at the door, then turned around and said to Ren.
A door to Anizipal's space appeared out of thin air, and the indescribable tentacles stretched out from the door directly tore the skinned guy on the skinning table apart.
"You come first!" Ren insisted after breathing a sigh of relief. , he didn’t want Colonia to stay here after going down.
When Ren was the last one to get ready to go down, the door to the outer room exploded in a ball of light green flames. The burning wood fragments made a fatal buzz and sputter in the room, and the heavy skinning table smashed against the narrow door. Then, still riding on the window, he took a quick glance and saw a red naked body with no skin. The thick muscle layer on the chest is engraved with complex magic runes. The eyes and open mouth are burning with green flames. He speaks powerful words and the whole body is surrounded by a halo of energy.
The magic door left by Colonia once again stretched out its tentacles and pounced on this figure. When Ren was about to climb down the chain, everything became blurred. There was a flash of green light and a powerful shock wave hit his chest, throwing him out of the window. He endured the severe pain and cut the hook of the machete into the wall in an attempt to delay his fall. Soon he wrapped his legs around the chain and controlled the speed of his descent.
Cowell and a family guard pulled up Renn who had fallen to the ground. Renn stood up unsteadily and looked up at the wooden tower. Green light poured out of the windows, and the square tower top was shrouded in angry flames.
"It seems that the protagonist's performance tonight was a bit... a failure?" Malekith, standing on the river bank, felt the magic fluctuations in the distance, and he said jokingly to Darkus beside him.
"Although I have never seen a drama performance, drama performances usually have a low point at the beginning, and then characters will continue to appear, gradually pushing the atmosphere to a climax!" Darkus responded with a smile, while As he spoke, he kept raising his arms along with the words, and finally closed his eyes and became intoxicated.
"I hope other characters won't be as bad as your performance." Malekith was amused by Darkus's funny performance, and he laughed and said. "Let's get out of here!"
Genevieve, who was the first to come down, had already sorted out the charts on the ground. After receiving Ren's order, the Druches began to retreat toward the wall.
Wren was only a few steps away from the wall when it was illuminated by a green light. Energy hissed in the air, and he looked back to see a jagged arc of emerald lightning rising from the top of the tower, moving along the ground, heading towards them, and he could even see the shadow of the wizard in the window frame.
Another bolt of lightning crackled through the air, cutting a jagged line across the ground and grazing the side of one of the camp outbuildings.
Instead of exploding, the wooden structure was instantly disintegrated and magically rotted into a steaming mush.
At this moment, the sky suddenly exploded, and a burning black chaotic lightning struck from the sky towards the wizard in the window frame.
The wizard blocked the fatal blow with a magic item, and even the wooden tower beside him did not move at all.
Roars and growls came from the far side of the hall, and a group of running Skinners turned the corner of the outbuilding closest to the longhouse and appeared in front of the Druchi.
At this time, the wizard cast another bolt of lightning. This time the lightning flashed across the corner of the nearby building, then boiled on the ground and landed less than two meters away from where Ren was standing.
Ren cursed loudly and stumbled to the ground.
At this time, another green light flashed and rushed towards Genevieve, who was sitting astride the wall and was about to pull down Drucci. Just when she was about to be submerged in the emerald green flames, she used The classic kite turn is as graceful and calm as a shadow dancer. The wall was instantly engulfed in flames, and then more than half of the wall she had been sitting on disappeared.
Renn saw a figure surrounded by green flames floating easily down from the top of the tower and landing on a boiling emerald light pillar. Then the wizard's unsteady figure fell straight down as if he had been hit. The wizard who quickly got up spit out a stream of black bile at Colonia, who was still casting a spell.
A stream of highly toxic acidic slime washed through Colonia's defenses and erupted into crimson flames. The burning slime splashed onto the ground, instantly devouring the land.
Powerful words burst out from the wizard's drooling lips, and the skinners gathered around groaned in pain and fear. Green fire arced across their swollen bodies and they stumbled awkwardly, as if they no longer had full control of their limbs. Then a desperate wail rose from a dozen festering throats and rushed towards the Drukhi.
Ren, who was blessed by the ancient sage Huangqi, welcomed the crazy charge of the Skinners with a smile. He knew that they could not leave for the time being, at least until the wizard in front of him was dealt with. He wanted to protect Colo with the Druccis. Nia's back, or delaying enough time for the jungle team to come to support.
The massacre officially began.
The scimitar spun crazily in Ren's hands, chopping the Skinner's limbs and torso into pieces. The Burner's burning blood would be dedicated to the great Huangqi, and to this sacred Huangqi scimitar.
Cowell also drew his sword and stood beside Ren. He smiled strangely while the sword kept flying in his hand. With every blow, a Skinner was chopped into pieces.
The wizard gave Colonia a mocking and fiery smile, then opened his hands, and the crackling emerald lightning slowly appeared again.
The madness disappeared from Colonia's face, and she returned the wizard's eager smile gracefully and calmly.
Suddenly a sharp blade appeared in the air and flew, hitting the wizard's heart at an extremely weird angle.
This trick was learned by Colonia during the exchange with Alyssa. It is extremely maneuverable and concealable in actual combat and can achieve unexpected results. She also shared some of her unique tips with Alyssa. .
The wizard's fiery eyes widened, and he raised his hand to do something, but the blade appeared again and penetrated his palm, and stopped on his palm. He roared in pain and issued a vicious curse. Clenching his fist, he prepared the knife to dissolve in magic.
At this moment, Colonia stuck the willow staff on the ground, broke away from the formation and rushed towards the wizard. The long distance became very short under the acceleration of magic. She bumped into the wizard's chest. She was surprised. Discovering that the wizard's chest was made of rock-hard muscle rather than the swollen, bulbous flesh she had imagined.
Thick pus leaked from the wizard's eyes and ran down his cheeks. Black smoke rose from his hungry mouth, and Colonia could feel vermin squirming inside as the disgusting stench slid out of his mouth.
Although Colonia had lost her sense of smell and taste and couldn't smell the stench, she could feel the corruption blooming in her lungs and taking root in her guts.
"As you wish!" Colonia stared into the wizard's eyes, a look of madness appeared on her face again, and she said crazily.
The tattoo on Colonia's right arm slowly lit up, and the blood surged crazily in her veins, freezing the plague in her flesh. Her eyes were swallowed up by complete darkness, which was the endless cold of the eternal night. Her fingernails stretched into claws and her teeth sharpened into terrifying fangs.
The wizard froze looking at Colonia in front of him. He felt the fear from his soul. He seemed to see his own death. He tried to scream in terror, but he could no longer scream.
"You poor little bug." Colonia's right hand grasped the wizard's neck tightly, and her left hand reached into the wizard's abdomen. Her sharp claws tore the wizard's internal organs.
The wizard squirmed, screamed, begged for mercy, and the pain climaxed with the pain.
Colonia hollowed out the wizard's chest, tore the wizard's ribs with her claws, and then inserted her left hand into the wizard's skull. The skull made a cracking sound, and she held a long black worm in her hand. , the worm twisted wildly in her hands dripping with blood and liquid, and she clenched her hands into fists to crush the worm.
It seemed like an eternity before Colonia felt that fading feeling. There was a roar in her ears, and the mist accompanying the rain rose from her clothes and skin, which were splattered with blood and slime.
The wizard disappeared, leaving almost nothing identifiable.
A thrill of terror ran down Colonia's spine as she realized the implications of what she had done, and she looked around wildly. This power comes from the curse on her arm. The strange thing is that before the treatment by the Slann Demon Priest, she could only suffer from the curse in pain, but now she seems to be able to control it. She could have ended this magical duel in an easier way, but there was a voice inside her that encouraged her to use this power.
The Skinners temporarily faded away with the death of the wizard. Drucci and Genevieve behind Colonia stared at her blankly. They were shocked by Colonia's actions.
The shock was only short-lived. Renn had also seen Darkus break open the skull of a Kane assassin with his hands.
The Drukis who reacted ran out along the magic-dissolved wall and disappeared into the dark jungle.
Tonight's story reached a climax with the death of the wizard, and seemed to reach a low point with the departure of the Druchs.
(End of chapter)