A narrow passage that can only accommodate one person crawling is definitely not suitable for fighting.
As Aranza carefully opened the way forward, she held the flame magic scroll in her hand. She could tear it open at any time and direct the fierce flames towards possible enemies. The passage was very humid, surrounded by plant roots, and the thin air was still mixed with
It smells like some kind of rotting meat.
There are many species that can dig such tunnels, so Aranza is not yet sure what they will face.
Fortunately or unfortunately, after crawling for more than ten meters, the passage in front of Aranza suddenly widened. The height was not too high, but there was no problem in standing up. Aranza sensed the surrounding situation first, then bent down and pulled the man behind him.
Cyril was pulled out of the small passage.
"It seems that we are getting ourselves into trouble." Aranza said with a smile. He raised the shining stone in his hand and looked at the width of the passage. He found that the cave was wide enough to accommodate four or five people standing side by side.
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Cyril didn't understand what Aranza said. She hadn't encountered anything that could threaten them so far. She also looked around at the brightness of the glittering stone and asked, "Why?"
"I previously thought it was a tunnel dug by some kind of animal, but now it seems that the only things that can dig such a large tunnel, at least in Snowman City, are humans."
"Okay, let's follow these footprints." After Aranza finished speaking, she pointed to a series of vague footprints on the ground, which should have been left by the person who entered the cave entrance before them. Moreover, as they followed the footprints deeper and deeper,
Aransay was sure that the cave was man-made. As they went deeper, the wooden beams supporting the cave, mining hoes and other tools began to come into their sight. They found marks of knife cuts and blood stains on a wooden beam, which was obviously
The battle happened here not long ago.
Sudden!
"Whoosh!"
This is a cry!
A pitch-black shadow suddenly rushed out from a corner where the two of them were walking and pounced on Aranza's back!
The appearance of this figure shocked Aranza!
Because, he didn't sense any soul points at all!
"Who is it?!"
Aranza shouted loudly, turned around suddenly, the giant sword tore into flames, and slashed at the incoming figure!
He also took this opportunity to see clearly that this figure was not human!
In other words, it is a human body. Aranza can see the face and body of this body, but the corners of the eyes on the face are dim at all, and there are even signs of decay. This body is not complete, and the part above the eyes is not there at all.
Instead, there were blue tentacles. These tentacles not only occupied the head of the body, but also the hands starting from the joints turned into wriggling tentacles.
"Whoosh!"
Facing Aranza's attack, the humanoid monster let out a strange scream, and the tentacles on its hands actually grabbed and tore it apart without fear of the flames burning on it!
"Damn it!"
Aranza cursed, but she couldn't withdraw the tear no matter what. After a closer look, she found that the humanoid monster's feet had also turned into tentacles, which were firmly entangled on the ground!
At this time!
Another figure appeared behind the humanoid monster!
The fair and strong body and the ferocious wolf head mask are Cyril!
The dagger flashes with a cold light and touches the neck of the humanoid monster!
There was no suspense, and the head was broken off. What surprised the two people was that what splashed out from the broken head was not blood, but tiny gray dust... which was clearly the bone meal of the rotten and withered corpse!
"Bang!"
The head fell to the ground, and it spun around twice. Then, the tentacles on the head began to squirm desperately, climbing like the footsteps of some molluscs, and rushed towards the corner where the humanoid monster had rushed out earlier.
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And part of its body fell to the ground with a plop, and the tentacles wrapped around Aranza's sword struggled in vain in the air. The carrion on this corpse continued to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing dead bones. Then, the dead bones continued to weather and turned into bone powder.
.And the tentacles struggling on the corpse finally lost their power and turned into a pool of blue liquid.
Cyril knelt down and stretched out his hand, wanting to see what the blue liquid was.
"Don't touch!"
Aranza stopped her and said: "These things are not dead yet..."
Sure enough, before Aranza finished speaking, the blue liquid seemed to be alive, flowing desperately in the direction of the head's escape, but the speed was not as fast as the head.
Cyril retreated to Aranza and asked: "What are these?"
Aranza frowned. He had never seen these things before, so he had no choice but to shake his head and said: "I don't know, but... our previous judgment may need to be changed. The body just now... well, the body...
It rotted into bone powder. If you are right, this body may have been dead for a long, long time, and it just relied on this blue thing to maintain its functions... but it didn't seem to be maintained very well, which is really disgusting. This cave must have been there a long time ago.
It’s a mine that was dug out, but the place we came in was dug out recently..."
Cyril turned around and carefully observed the wall of the mine. Only then did he realize that if it weren't for the traces of wood and other human beings, the cave seemed to be completely naturally formed. It didn't mean that it was really formed naturally, but that it took too long to form.
For a long time, the traces of human excavation have been covered up by nature. However, these woods and left-over digging tools are too completely preserved.
Aranza walked up to Cyril, patted her on the back, and said, "Let's go, take a look around here, and the answer will be revealed naturally."
Hearing this, Cyril nodded. Instead of guessing, it would be better to go deep into the cave and find out.
The two continued to follow the footprints for a certain distance. On the way, they found that the footprints were very confusing in one place. They were different from the battle marks they saw for the first time. The owner of the footprints may have seen tentacles for the first time.
The monster did not want to fight, but chose to escape. At this place, the owner of the footprints was obviously forced to fight a big battle. There were four or five bone powder around the footprints. It is conceivable that this person was killed by four, five or even more
A scene surrounded by tentacled monsters.
Aranza walked around the footprints twice, then suddenly frowned and said, "This man is in big trouble. Look, the soil in this cave is covered with many grass stems. You can't leave any footprints when you step on it, but this man can."
Making footprints shows that he is wearing heavy armor, eh... don't look at me like that, my heavy armor is enchanted with lightness, so I can't make footprints... I mean, like just now, wearing heavy armor without enchantment, speed
It must have an impact. Fighting the perfect tentacle monster in this state...Cyril, look around here, this person...may be nearby."
Aranza felt that the owner of the footprints might be dead, no, he was definitely dead. The footprints were broken after this point, which means that the owner of the footprints was dismembered by these monsters after fighting with the tentacle monsters here.
, or was eaten, and these monsters took away the person's equipment. Because if the tentacle monster took away the person's body, the weight would more or less leave the tentacle monster's footprints.
really.
The two of them hadn't gone far when a broken breastplate came into the light of the glittering stone.
Although he knew the result clearly, Aranza's heart still couldn't help but sink. He smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe this person also has some diary habits."
Cyril turned his head and looked at Aranza, walked over, grabbed the breastplate and shook it... There was indeed a note, falling from the light breastplate...