The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0242 The Battle of the Gorefiend

Stretching deeply, Li Xun yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes, the first thing he saw was Siris's smile.

"Are you awake? Come and eat quickly! I made it myself." Siris gritted her teeth and emphasized the last point clearly, her face full of anticipation and apprehension.

Li Xun laughed loudly, walked to the campfire a few steps, took the spoon from Xi Lisi, and took a deep spoonful into the pot. Looking at the colorful and complete hodgepodge in the spoon, Li Xun couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

"Smart mage Siris doesn't think that gathering all the good things together is delicious food!" Li Xun murmured to himself. In his cognition, most of the beautiful women cook in two extremes, either the delicious food will kill you, or the bad food will kill you.

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this, Siris is still looking at herself expectantly!

Under Siris' deep gaze, Li Xun took a small sip. Well, the taste is really good, it actually reminded Li Xun of the wonderful feeling of chicken leg salad burger. But does Kleinland have chicken leg salad burgers? of course not.

Thanks almighty magic!

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The middle layer of the Underdark, the underground ruins of Kazan Moyes City.

The Gorefiend walked quietly in the darkness.

His gaze flitted across the silent darkness and fell into the distance. Twisted cliff edges, where pinnacles and stalactites criss-crossed, and from their grotesque shadows loomed miserably indistinct sources of light like the blood-stained teeth of demons. Listening carefully, a rumbling sound came faintly from below the ground. The fine mist erupts continuously, filling the small rift valley, reflecting the magical light emitted by the moss fungus all over the stone wall, forming a bizarre illusion.

This is an ugly and frightening world, but there are also amazing and unique landscapes. If you want to see this scene of wonders, you first need to sharpen your minions, because there may be unexpected crises lurking anywhere here.

But for Gorefiend, this problem does not exist, because he is a natural hunter. The guy who dares to treat him as a prey really needs a good stomach.

The gorefiend's fangs were exposed in the long and protruding front kiss, and the wings of his nose fluttered slightly, which was a sign that he was starting to get excited. The unique darkness of the underground world isolated him from the "people" around him, and instead created the most powerful hunting environment.

The body temperature that can be controlled at will makes those who love to detect with infrared vision blind, and often ignore him as stone cones, horned rocks, and large barrel mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in the underground passages. And as long as any creature enters within a hundred meters of the Gorefiend, he can vaguely feel the presence of blood. If the distance is reduced to within 30 meters, he can even briefly control the opponent's blood flow. As for the close 5 meters, his opponent had better have magic protection, otherwise he would have to try the strange feeling of blood boiling and heart bursting.

From the corner of the stone wall in front, there was a rapid sound of clashing weapons, an angry growl, and the unique sound of crossbow arrows. and zzz's blood splatter. In just a few short fingers, all the noises subsided, leaving only the thick and lingering bloody smell floating in the deep and quiet underground passage.

The Gorefiend stopped in his tracks.

There were only 3 attackers, but they skillfully killed 5 guys who had left the team. Judging from the rhythm of his actions, there should be 2 assassins and 1 warrior. Such an elite combination seems to be the hunting team sent by the "Kuroshio" to block the passage.

Of course, their unintentional move also interrupted the rhythm of Gorefiend's hunting, allowing him to change his hunting target from 5 people on his own side to 3 people on the other side. For Gorefiend, there is no so-called "teammate" at all. Anyone who appears around him in the dark can be hunted, the difference is only in the order.

The Gorefiend stepped on the ground lightly, jumped up and hung on the stone wall, and its sharp claws sank into the hard rock without a sound. The close-fitting soft white cloth robe fluttered in the wind, but there was no sound, nor did it reflect any light in the deep darkness.

Like a nimble predatory spider, the Gorefiend ran quickly on the stone wall, and even hung upside down on the top of the corridor near the corner. The blood of the 5 dead has gradually cooled, but the human form of the 3 attackers made up of countless tiny blood streams is still there lingering.

They had just finished searching the corpses when the Gorefiend moved from the cave ceiling over the heads of the three male drow. When the last assassin just stood up from the ground, a dangerous intuition made him suddenly look up to the top of the cave.

At some point, a strange creature was already hanging on the top wall of the passage, staring at him with a pair of red eyes. This is a wolf-like creature. No, strictly speaking, it only has a head that looks like a wolf. The long and pointed front snout is obviously very lethal, and its limbs are at least twice as long as those of ordinary wolves. Its body is white. The wide and thick front body under the cloth robe and the smooth lower body show excellent flexibility. There seemed to be invisible magnets on the soles of its feet, which could actually hang on the smooth top wall, while its head was turned 180 degrees, staring at the drow assassin just like that.

When the assassin looked up and saw it, it had already used its hind legs and swooped down from the top wall. A pair of disproportionately large sharp claws grabbed his head and face with a sharp wind sound!

The assassin's hastily blocked dagger couldn't withstand such a swift pounce, and the thin figure wrapped tightly under the gray thick cloth cloak made the sound of the arm bones bursting, and the whole person was smashed into the stone wall beside him by a huge force, blood The sound of splashing came from the darkness.

The other two drow reacted almost at the same time as the Gorefiend pounced, but their companions lost most of their combat power without even blocking the opponent's blow, which made them frightened and angry, and they were silent He bent over and rushed up.

The drow warrior holding the long sword flicked his wrist, and the dull blade pierced from the back to the Gorefiend bouncing in mid-air. With a muffled sound, the Gorefiend miraculously twisted in the air, and the turned claws collided fiercely with the long sword, and the collision between the two unexpectedly produced dazzling sparks.

The Gorefiend howled, rolled in the air, jumped backward strangely, then landed on all fours, and landed firmly on the ground. Its posture was very strange, its body was almost lying on the ground, and its eyes were fixed on the drow warrior. In this posture, it may explode at any time and launch a fierce attack again.

This couldn't help but make the drow warrior's heart tighten.

The sneak attacker had no weapons, and what collided with his long sword was the sharp edge ejected from the opponent's forelimb. The opponent's strength, agility, flexibility of limbs, and toughness of the body are all far beyond the heights that ordinary underground creatures can achieve. When did such a powerful predator appear around here?

However, the cloth robe on the other party showed that he was not a wandering beast, but a creature with intelligence. From the appearance, it should be a common wolf man underground, but the abnormal physical quality of the other party is obviously different from this race known for its insidiousness and cunning.

Strong physical strength coupled with flexible and quick limbs, none of which will make drow afraid. Because there are too many creatures like this in the underground world, they already have a safe way to deal with it, but when these two things are combined and appear on the same creature, it is a bit unsolvable. At least level 7 of the drow warrior in front of him is not enough to deal with such a powerful creature that combines ferocity and cunning.

Although he is also a fighter, he is limited to Drow's physique, and he is also a sensitive fighter who prefers speed. This is also a common problem of the drow race, which lacks solid and reliable meat shields and relies too much on the sturdy subordinate slave race.

The battle continues, and time will not stop for Drow to slowly consider a comprehensive battle plan. The Gorefiend leaned forward slightly, and suddenly bounced up like a sharp arrow. He volleyed straight at the drow warrior, and took the lead in provoking the second wave of battle.

"Zheng"

A low hand crossbow bow string sounded.

From the shadow beside the drow warrior, a crossbow arrow flew out quickly, taking advantage of the opportunity of the Gorefiend being unable to move and dodge in mid-air, and shot straight at his chest. With the drow assassin's superb combat skills, he could have shot the enemy's throat directly, but after witnessing the opponent's flexible and free body movements, he felt that it would be safer to shoot at the chest with a large force-bearing surface.

A trace of mockery flashed in the Gorefiend's eyes, and he didn't make any extra moves to dodge and evade. His nearly 3-foot-long sharp claws pierced straight into the chest and abdomen of the drow warrior.

With a soft puff, the pitch-black crossbow arrows went straight into the Gorefiend's chest.

Even though he had stretched his solid muscles as hard as he could, and even had a scale-like cuticle floating around his body, he still couldn't stop the special crossbow bolts plated with fine gold from passing through. A finger-thick hole appeared in the Gorefiend's chest, and he couldn't help curling up with a muffled grunt. His fierce attack posture was completely gone, and the flying body helplessly smashed towards the fully alert drow warrior.

Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, the drow warrior watched as he waved his arms indiscriminately, as if he wanted to grab something to stop the Gorefiend sliding towards the end of death, and quickly drew a "Z" in the air with the long sword in his hand. After wiping over the neck, abdomen and ankles, he turned sideways and slightly backed away from his body.

But at the moment when the two of them passed by, the Gorefiend's already powerless and lowered claws secretly moved slightly, touched the drow warrior, and then slammed heavily on the stone slab under his feet. The hard granite slab was unexpectedly knocked into a shallow pit by the body of the Gorefiend, and the cracks spread several meters. The Gorefiend whimpered a few times, struggling hard to turn over and get up from the shallow pit, but fell back feebly, dark blood slowly swimming out from under him.