Crimson Servant.

Chapter 234 Thorn

"I didn't know you had any living blood relatives."

John said nonchalantly as he turned his head away from Francis and looked at the rocks on the side of the cave.

"You don't need to know. We had no intersection with them."

The sorcerer looked at Francis's calm profile. He turned back into the smelly and hard stone in his memory, like a hermit who didn't care about anything. But John still remembered the reaction of the dark elf when he found that blood relative. He was not indifferent.

"Do you still hate them?"

"They are mine, John." Francis said to John with a slight warning. He didn't like John mentioning those people. If his own blood relatives fell in the pool of blood of the crimson spell, Francis thought he would be more annoyed than happy. And if it was the warlock standing in the pool of their blood, Francis would only be annoyed.

Francis seemed to have seen the boy who came to him with a bloody smile on his face to ask for credit for killing those dark elves. This was just a prediction, but it was more real than any prophecy. Francis hoped John would stay away from that damn place.

"Okay, you have the final say."

A few minutes later, the dark elf heard the sound that gave him a headache again.

"I can assist you."

Francis said coldly, "Very good, you will be the one to teach hunting next time."

"That was not what I meant."

"I have the final say."

The four of them continued to move forward, passing through the tunnel. In front of them was a flat open area with nothing on the ground, not even a decent piece of grass. But not far behind this wasteland, the land there was covered with blood moss, and the boundary between the two areas was clear, as if a giant spoon had dug a hole in it.

The adventurers did not step into the bare wasteland lightly. Francis stopped at the exit of the tunnel, his feet on the rocks. He turned his head, looked at his companions, and said to John: "What does this terrain represent?"

"Shark lizard beast." The sorcerer looked at the blood-red moss in the distance and suspected that the dark elves had set a trap. He continued, "That red patch is blood moss, a fungal plant that spews suffocating spores. A large area of ​​blood moss terrain will have at least one moss-eating worm, a giant worm that is three meters tall when mature."

"So we have two opponents, but this is strange. I have never seen shark lizards and moss eaters fighting for territory. Their habits should not overlap."

Francis looked at the blood moss border that looked like it had been gnawed by a dog.

"It's not that I haven't seen it before, it's just that it's impossible. Shark lizards will move their territories based on food, and in the blood moss area, no living person will approach that area. This kind of territorial invasion is man-made, or one of the two monsters is already dead."

The dark elf turned around and looked at the warlock.

"You come?"

John looked back and saw Dahlia with a confused look on her face. She followed the sorcerer and turned to look back, because Lucien was standing there, smiling and rolling up his sleeves.

"Let me do it."

John sighed.

The moss-eating worms are fine, they won't leave the blood moss area, but the ferocious shark lizard beasts are a bit dangerous, they are not opponents that the little priest can deal with head-on.

John took a step forward, and before stepping into the wasteland, Francis patted his shoulder.

"Be careful." The sorcerer blinked and put aside the scattered thoughts in his mind.

John walked closer to the barren land. The first five or six steps were silent, so quiet that people doubted their previous judgment. But soon, the vibration from the ground dispelled doubts. The rolling earth waves rushed in like a storm. Within a few seconds, the sand and soil in front of John exploded. From the flying earth and rocks, the shark lizard beast opened its bloody mouth and bit the sorcerer.

As long as you prepare in advance and dodge sideways, it is not difficult to avoid such an attack from a monster. However, the sorcerer did not intend to dodge. He had already placed blood on the edge of his robe and buried it in the sand. When the shark lizard rushed over, the blood condensed into a piercing spear.

The speed of the shark lizard beast's charge provided the force of the attack to penetrate its flesh, and before its shark-like sharp mouth could close, the monster was dead. The blood spear pierced its jaw and abdomen, pushing the corpse of the huge monster to the ground.

Great, next, destroy the inside of the monster's body so that Francis loses his extra teaching materials.

The sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief and secretly directed the blood into the shark lizard's body to begin destroying it.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The pierced monster's body partially swelled in front of John, and from the wound created by the blood spear, sharp fragments of red ice burst out. The warlock immediately created a barrier to block it, but there was still a sharp ice spike that passed through the gap in the hastily formed shield and stabbed towards the warlock's chest.

At the critical moment, the flaming scimitar cut into John's face from the side and collided with the red ice spikes. Francis's big hand clamped John's shoulder and pulled him backwards.

The dark elf blocked the subsequent flying ice spikes himself and took advantage of the gaps in the red ice attacks to create distance.

"Francis!" John got up from the ground, and the priest and the illusionist rushed to his side. John felt a little relieved when he saw the dark elf's unharmed appearance.

The body of the shark lizard beast, pierced by the blood spear, began to move. The red ice pierced through the hard skin and grew on the surface of its body. In less than a minute, this ferocious beast turned into a large zombie beast.

John did not remove the spell, but controlled the blood spears to turn into chains to bind the frozen zombie beasts. He knew that the real enemy had arrived, so if he could control this dangerous fighting force first, the next battle would be much easier.

The sorcerer has tried it and found that the zombie beasts frozen by red ice are difficult to be destroyed by crimson spells. The crimson power of the same origin curbs the destructive power of corruption.

The adventurers didn't have to wait too long before a group of red ice zombies crawled out of the hole dug by the shark lizard beast. Each of them had exposed red ice crystals on their bodies, and they looked more like elemental creatures.

However, the adventurers did not think so. They found their acquaintances among the zombie group, several mind flayer zombies.

Selik Snow walked out of the zombie group. He first looked at John, who was also wearing a red robe. He looked him up and down, but did not see any red ice parasites on the sorcerer. He felt a little disappointed in his cold heart.

Then, Selik turned his attention to his sister Dalia, who had a terrified look in her eyes.

"elder brother?"

The young priest couldn't believe that she would have to face her missing relatives again in this way. Before this, she firmly denied the hateful sorcerer's doubts about her family. Until Selik appeared, she had never imagined that her brother would wear that strange red robe in the Underdark.

Brother Selik is also a Crimson Mage, like John? He never told me.

The brother-sister relationship is being tested in Dalia's heart, and Selik's next remarks are another heavy blow to Dalia.

There was a sinister plot mixed in with the Red Ice Follower's cold voice.

"My dear sister, everything went according to plan. You executed it very well."

"Come, come to me, and do not associate with our enemies."

(End of this chapter)