The current situation is actually expected, but it happens to be the worst situation expected.
Faced with the imminent death situation, the young man was not unwilling. Rather, he had considered all possible consequences when executing this plan.
Now that the two women have escaped, then my original goal has been achieved.,
As for his escape plan, the young man really didn't think much about it, as if whether he survived or not didn't matter anymore.
After all...he no longer feared death a long time ago.
The young man looked up at the many-handed undead. In just three breaths, he would be embraced by this monster and torn into pieces.
However, now his escape route has been blocked, and he is surrounded by pale skeletal hands on both sides.
The blue soul fire danced in those two pairs of skull eyes, and the young man could feel a fierce emotion from them - killing, killing, killing that deprived everything.
The whistling hot wind was mixed with the coldness of death. The young man closed his eyes, feeling the changing airflow around him and feeling the murderous aura coming from the undead.
"Tsk! Don't think I'm really going to wait for death!"
Just as the bone hands gathered together, the young man suddenly fell backwards. Above his face, several white bones collided together. The "crash" sound of the collision was accompanied by the angry roar of the undead.
The attack of the multi-handed undead was not without its flaws. The tall multi-handed undead could not fully take into account the space below it. As soon as the boy fell down, he entered the narrow gap and used this strange move to avoid all attacks.
Once again being teased by a boy, the angry multi-handed undead gathered his four hands into a hammer and slammed it at the young man on the ground. However, the boy turned around and then got upright, dodged the attack again, and successfully separated from the multi-handed undead.
A distance of two steps.
"Now I still have a promise that I must fulfill, but I can't give my life to a guy like you who has forgotten what it's like to be alive."
The young man held the dagger tightly, his eyes shining brightly.
This clumsy multi-handed undead should not be invincible. No matter what the final result is, at least he has to get through it first.
"Giggle..."
Facing the high-spirited young man, the multi-handed undead let out a cold laugh, opened its jaws, and a strange light blue mist floated out of its mouth.
"I'll go! Die, miasma of death? You don't have to be so desperate, right?!"
However, the young man knew what it was. He was so frightened that he immediately backed away. Even though there was still fire on the ground, he still backed away without hesitation.
Miasma generally refers to poisonous gases that can spread diseases. Generally, miasma exists in swamps where a large number of dead animals and plants are rotting. Some highly toxic miasmas can cause skin ulcers and blindness when people touch them, and can even cause plague.
However, there is a kind of death miasma that is even more terrifying. This kind of miasma is extremely rare in death places where there are a lot of dead bodies. It is said that ordinary creatures will die if it touches it, and it only occurs naturally in extreme circumstances.
The strange mist and rare colors now exhaled by this undead are exactly the same as the death miasma described in the book.
The undead are not living things, and toxins pose no threat to the undead, not even the miasma of death. Therefore, this multi-handed undead can store the miasma of death in its body.
"Ah! I was wrong! Brother!"
Seeing the undead breathing out the miasma of death, the young man immediately gave in, turned around and ran into the fire. The flames caught up with his clothes stained with alcohol, but the young man had no time to extinguish the flames on his body and just ran straight to the corner.
This undead can actually release the miasma of death, which the young man never expected. This makes it impossible for him to fight with it in close combat. As long as he is touched by these miasmas, his skin will peel off.
When the boy was escaping, he noticed that as these strange gases floated toward the sea of fire, the surrounding flames that were about to be extinguished actually became more intense.
Only then did the young man remember that poisonous miasma was actually a kind of combustible gas, and flames would burn this miasma. Therefore, now the death miasma spreads very slowly after entering the sea of fire, and the surrounding fires become more intense.
However, the death miasma is a highly toxic miasma that can kill ordinary living things. Even if some of the toxic substances are burned away by the sea of fire, many components that are not burned may not be harmless.
Therefore, the young man only dared to huddle in a far corner and did not dare to take half a step in the direction of the miasma.
"Ugh!"
The boy who fled to the corner was being burned by the fire. He was still within the scope of the sea of fire. However, the boy had nowhere else to go. The only thing that could suppress the miasma of death was the sea of fire that would also cause harm to him, although it was different.
at death
The miasma means death, but he is not a god who is invulnerable to water and fire. The flames covering his body have almost turned him into a "fire man", and the injection of the death miasma is equivalent to providing fuel to the sea of fire, causing the fire to spread.
It is also more rampant.
This is a desperate situation with no solution. There are only two options before the boy: 1. Being poisoned by the miasma of death; 2. Burning alive in the fire!
"Damn! Fight!"
Realizing that he was truly in a desperate situation, the young man no longer chose to escape. He clenched his dagger and rushed towards the multi-handed undead who were spitting out the miasma of death.
Although his dying counterattack may not have broken half of his bones, it was also his last act of stubbornness.
"Get out of the way!!"
Lan Ji's voice suddenly sounded from behind the iron gate, which surprised the young man who was about to make a last-ditch effort, but he was still surprised, so he obediently retreated into the corner.
With a "clang" sound, the woman in the blue dress behind the iron door panted and put one hand on the door. It was obvious that she had run all the way.
When she opened the door and saw the undead breathing out the miasma of death, Lan Ji was also shocked, but now she has a way to deal with it.
Lanji, whose breath was not yet stable, pulled out a sheepskin scroll from her belt, and then unfolded it. The scroll was engraved with many complex and ancient runes. Then she pointed the front of the scroll at the multi-handed undead, and then she opened it in her mouth.
After muttering something, the parchment scroll immediately shattered, and at the same time, a strong wind wave rushed towards the undead from the center of the broken scroll.
In the blink of an eye, a wall of wind appeared out of thin air and surrounded the undead, and the miasma of death floating around was also sucked into the wall.
"Come here quickly!"
The obstacle to the iron gate has been cleared. Before Lan Ji shouted these words, the boy had already spread his legs and rushed towards Lan Ji.
The magic scroll allows anyone to instantly cast a stored spell, a rare and practical one-time magic item.
Even a third-level wind blade spell scroll can be sold for 550 gold coins. The conservative value of this magic scroll that can instantly cast the fourth-level wind barrier spell is more than a thousand gold coins. It is the "sky-high price" of the young man's medical treatment.
Four times the fee.
Moreover, expensive magic scrolls are still rare items with no market price. Not all mages have the ability to make magic scrolls, and senior mages who can make scrolls may not be willing to sell the scrolls in their hands.
Magic scrolls can store instant spells, and even ordinary people without magic skills can use them. A magic scroll can often change the situation of the battle at a critical moment, and because it can only be used once, it is even more precious.
Not only did the young man not expect that Lan Ji and the others would actually dare to come back to save him, but he also didn't expect that the other party would actually take out such valuable items to save his life.
And just when the boy was about to rush to the door, Lan Ji actually took out another scroll. After activating it with a short spell, several water balls appeared in the center of the scroll and hit the boy.
The first-level water ball technique has no offensive power. If it hits the boy, it will have the same effect as pouring a basin of cold water on him. However, the difference is... this is a basin of cold water worth fifty gold coins.
The boy who had just been on fire was immediately soaked in the rain. Lan Ji, who was prepared, hugged the pale boy and immediately closed the iron door.
"Are you okay?"
Lan Ji held the weak boy in her arms. Since part of the boy's skin had been burned, she did not dare to use force. She just held him carefully and supported his body with her shoulders.
"It should be...nothing...well..."
I don't know if it was because he got wet from the water ball, but the boy felt that Lan Ji's embrace was extremely warm, and even the strength he had originally recovered was sucked away by this intoxicating warmth.
"Does it really hurt? Just be patient and I'll look for a healing scroll."
"No, no! No more money! I'm far from dying! I'll just find a therapist later."
These words made the young man immediately break away from Lan Ji's arms. Although Lan Ji didn't seem to care, the young man who was used to being poor couldn't treat money like dirt.
Each of these scrolls is filled with money!
Compared with regular attack scrolls, the cheapest healing scrolls that can save lives cost a thousand gold coins. As for my superficial skin burn, I only need to spend two steel coins to apply medicine and it will be cured in two days, so there is no need for it at all.
Get this luxurious treatment.
Magic scrolls are expensive and difficult to produce. Even the military mages of the Badafingre Legion do not have double-digit reserves per capita.
Thousands of gold coins were wasted, but this woman didn't blink an eye. No wonder the high elf said that Lan Ji was a rich woman. Now it seems that it is true.
"Is this monster subdued like this?"
The young man observed the situation in the basement through the gap in the iron door. The flames burning inside had basically been extinguished. A few lamp posts that were still intact allowed him to still see clearly the situation in the basement.
The multi-handed undead is knocking on the wind wall, but the wind wall is a tangible thing after all. Even if the multi-handed undead has brute force, it cannot break through this wind wall. Every time it wants to go to the iron gate
Anyone who rushes forward will be pushed back by the wind wall first, unable to threaten the two people outside the iron gate.
"cannot."
Lan Ji wiped the sweat from her forehead and explained:
"The wind barrier only lasts for two minutes, and I don't have a second wind barrier scroll anymore."
Of course, the fourth-level spell does not have such a strong continuous ability. Although it seems to be very effective, it can only trap the undead for a short time.
The young man was not surprised by this. He continued to ask: "Have all the people in the brothels been evacuated?"
Lanji replied: "I have arranged for someone to deal with it, but I don't think it will be solved that easily."
The clients and prostitutes in the brothel cannot be dismissed by dismissal, especially since the clients themselves are wealthy people, how can they simply obey the arrangements of the brothel.
Moreover, Lan Ji did not explain the undead in the basement to those people. She preferred to solve the problem in a secretive way. If this matter became a big deal, the entire brothel might have to be moved to another location, and its popularity would never be as popular as before.
"What about Katniss? How is she?"
"She's fine. I asked her to go get the reinforcements."
"reinforcement?"
Wu Gang, the strongest man in Iron Feather City, popped into the young man's mind. If that guy came over, he might be able to tear the undead to pieces with his bare hands, but if he took action, the lion would definitely open his mouth.
"Does that mean we have to hold on for a while until reinforcements arrive?"
Of course, this is not within the boy's consideration. He just needs to understand what he has to do now.
"Yes, although it will be difficult, I brought a lot of magic items here, which should be enough for us to wait for reinforcements."
After saying that, Lanji patted the belt wrapped around her waist. The boy discovered that in addition to five scrolls, Lanji's belt also had several gems and a metal tube engraved with strange runes. If
If these things are all magic items, the total value should have exceeded 10,000.
This price is enough to buy a small bakery.
"Well?"
The young man was speechless, this woman is simply inhumane...