The mystic held the wand tightly, jumped over the low bushes, and stepped hard on the monster that had been hiding behind the bushes. The monster made a cry like crying, but was quickly stopped by Salomon.
He blocked his mouth with magic missiles. But the magic missiles could not kill the ghoul. The mystic mage nimbly jumped back and avoided the razor-like dirty bone claws. He chanted a spell and opened it with his hands.
The orange-red ring of Raggador opened and struck the ghoul on the head.
This is not the first ghoul he has encountered. The dark forest at night is like a large dungeon maze. It is extremely difficult for anyone to pass through this forest because no one knows this forest.
How many people are buried there? These ghouls will emerge from every grave and shuttle through every shadow like hounds. So far, Salomon has not found any traces of the other three action team members.
There were endless zombies, and if he hadn't carried the disposable wand loaded with 50 magic missiles, these monsters alone would have been enough to tire him to death.
Thanks to the second-level spell dark vision, Salomon would not trip over the twisted tree roots out of the ground in the forest, but his vision was still affected by the dark environment 60 feet away. It is not that he has never tried dancing.
Light magic, but that would only make him more vulnerable to attack.
After Salomon dealt with the ghoul, suddenly he heard the sound of horse hooves - this was very abnormal, because even hard horseshoes could not make a sound on the soft black soil in the forest.
After a while, the sound of the horse's hooves stopped and stopped very close. Salomon could even hear the horse snorting. Then, the surrounding low bushes rustled against each other,
The mystic mage tightened his grip on the wand and lifted the ghoul under his feet farther away so as not to affect his fight.
But what came out of the bushes was not a rubbery monster, but a few humans wearing local clothes. The mystic did not relax his vigilance, because he smelled a strong stench of rotting corpses on these people, and their rotting eyeballs
They were also covered with mud and maggots, and some of the corpses still had mutilations bitten by ghouls. It was not that the mystic had never seen corpses before, but these rotting corpses made him feel sick. These people were not living people at all, but
Dead corpses, these corpses are not undead creatures spawned by dense negative energy, but dead corpses that have risen from the grave and are manipulated by someone unknown.
The mystic mage knocked down these corpses one by one, and he summoned a flaming light to fall from the sky. This was [Vishan Emperor's Holy Flame Technique], a spell modified by Salomon himself. No matter what these corpses were controlled by,
Both fire and light are the enemies of the corpse shells they control - the bright flames exploded in the dark woods, burning the bones and carrion of the corpse while also dispersing the nearby shadows. Salomon hurriedly
At a glance, he saw that in the dark corner behind these corpses, there were more corpses that he could not count slowly coming in. Under the charred bones and flesh, he saw a group of three-foot-long corpses.
Long, fat, two-headed maggots emerged.
This may be something that controls the corpse. The mystic has no idea what kind of creature it is, and he doesn't want to think about it.
As Salomon retreated, he took out the fireball magic wand and began to cast spells on the corpses and maggots. As the spell ended, a dazzling flash of light flew into the shadows, and with a dull sound, the explosion flames swept through the bushes and trees.
Along with walking corpses, soil and fallen leaves were lifted up by the expanding shock wave and then fell back to the ground. In addition, there were various types of putrid stumps and blackened internal organs. These filth fell down like hailstones.
The shadows were dispelled, because the mystic's spell dried out the moisture in the bushes in an instant, turning them into clusters of low, crackling bonfires, and the corpses seemed to be afraid of the flames, burning
He hesitated in front of the bushes. The mystic turned around and left. He only felt that his current situation was worse than in the "Walking Dead" TV series, because the strong corpse smell became even more unbearable under the influence of high temperature.
Just after Salomon left, the corpses stopped moving, and a man who was completely black (actually closer to agate black) but had no African features appeared among the walking corpses.
The limbs were very long and somewhat unnaturally bent, and he held a "Book of Azathoth" in his hand. The black man thoughtfully kicked the burning leaves at his feet, and finally sighed helplessly.
Tone. This is just a little game of his. For this reason, he also summoned his own servants, just to create some terrifying atmosphere.
He felt that his brother would not mind his little pranks. It was just a small joke. As long as the girl returned to his brother, he would never mind anything else. Except for that soul, the one who had been
The booked soul - he likes the fireball spell cast by Salomon very much. No matter which world (Glarion) he is in, he likes this spell and the extreme chaos and chaos displayed at the moment when this spell appears.
Preface, in addition to the fireball technique, he also likes things that can explode bigger, and charred limbs flying everywhere.
Oh, except for the last one, it always feels a bit smelly.
But that’s not necessarily the case! The black man blinked—maybe there is an avatar who likes it?
No, why should I consider them? Get out of here, stay out of my head, stay out of my game!
The chaos he enjoyed tonight did not satisfy him, not enough, not enough! How could this chaos stop here? Comedy and tragedy would intertwine here, reason and ignorance would erode each other here, let those hypocritical gods
Let his servants be more fanatical. He will let blindness crawl into everyone's brain like a worm, and he will show everyone the scriptures he has written.
How did I write it?
forget.
The black man licked his lips and opened the book, which read:
"On the last eighth day, God returned to the earth and looked at everything he had created after meeting the One with a Thousand Faces. God asked the man why he was wandering in God's world, and the man replied, I am here to take it into my pocket.
.
The One with the Thousand Faces slew the god with his great sword and usurped his throne. Then the man shouted from the highest mountain in the land: My name is Nyarlathotep, the lurking Chaos, and all things must know this.
name."
Yes! That’s right, that’s it! I am their god!
whee!
Salomon ran in the dark forest, leaving the burning trees behind. The warm red firelight illuminated his path until he walked into the cold shadows again. He didn't know if the movement just now would
Attracting the locals, but he didn't have time to think so much. He had to confirm again whether anyone else from SHIELD came here - they were ordinary people, and it was his mission to keep them away from the weird magical world.
But as he walked towards the cave, Salomon smelled the stench of a beast, which was a disgusting stench of fur mixed with rotten protein.
His nose and eyes were swollen. He saw a huge arm covered with black fur emerging from the bushes. The strange arm split into two branches at the front, and the tips of each finger had sharp claws.
That arm was as long as Salomon's height. The owner of this arm walked slowly out of the shadow-covered trees. Its head was far different from that of an ordinary beast, and two pink-glowing
Eyes protrude from both sides of the head, but what is even more frightening on that weird head is the huge jaw with a vertical opening, which splits from the top of the head to the neck. The huge mouth is covered with sharp and huge yellow teeth, and the smelly saliva is endless.
It stopped dripping, and if someone stood above it, they could clearly see the monster's throat.
The moment it saw Salomon, it let out an ecstatic roar. Its sacrifice had a result, and the result was right in front of its eyes. All it had to do was catch this delicious human being and eat him...
"Okay." The mystic mage looked at the wand in his hand, then at the huge monster and the distance between it and him.