I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 54 Hunting
Upon seeing this line of text, DuPont's fingers twitched slightly as he analyzed the religious knowledge.

This line of text was clearly not something an undead creature could write on its own. So, is the mastermind here a cultist or a necromancer living in the wild?
As the sounds from behind the tomb door grew increasingly piercing, DuPont abandoned his thoughts and retreated to 20 yards. He put away his staff, grabbed a shield with his left arm, held a shard of glass in his hand, and stared intently at the empty tomb door.

Ten seconds later, the already dilapidated wooden door at the entrance of the tomb was completely shattered, and several purplish-brown humanoid monsters rushed out of the tomb passage with eerie roars. They had mottled skin, with decay tightly covering their clearly visible bones, and their turbid eyes were like two pieces of burning coal sunken into their sockets.

These are living corpses, forever tormented by hunger, but never ravaged by time.

Ghoul.

The leading monster looked at the handsome young man in front of it, and drool dripped uncontrollably from its plague-infested mouth.

"Flesh and blood...delicious!!"

But the boy seemed to be terrified, letting out a scream of fear before retreating.

The flesh-man's fear excited the ghouls even more. They could no longer control their eternal hunger and, enduring the unbearable sunlight, raced toward the boy.

With a thud, the fastest ghoul stepped into the bear trap. The huge impact snapped off its already inelastic lower leg, and tripped another ghoul behind it, who was then bitten on the arm by the giant trap.

Even though the two ghouls were in a sorry state, there were two more ghouls behind them, leaping over their companions and waving their long claws as if they wanted to tear the creature in front of them to pieces.

As the bloody wind approached, DuPont showed no fear. He moved his lips slightly, and an obscure incantation was quickly uttered. With the surge of arcane power, the glass shards in his hand disappeared.

"CloudofDaggers!"

Four sharp daggers appeared directly in front of him, spinning rapidly in circles, leaving several horrific wounds on the two leaping ghouls, quickly slicing through their already mangled muscles.

Even though these lowly undead felt no pain, the loss of flesh and their increasingly ugly bodies undoubtedly enraged the ghouls. They charged past the spinning daggers and rushed in front of the boy, but what greeted them was not delicious flesh and blood, but a shield covered in cowhide.

With a twist of his waist, a raised leg, and a thrust of his shoulder, DuPont shoved the fastest ghoul back into the cloud of daggers. The second ghoul was already reaching for him with its claws, which were covered in rotten flesh, but a splash of golden liquid made it feel the terror of its soul being scorched.

It is holy water.

The divine power restored the undead creature's sense of pain, and DuPont used this opportunity to turn around and dodge the claw attack, using the momentum of the turn to bring his mace into close contact with the creature's skull.

The skull was shattered, but no brain matter flowed out of the ghoul's brain. There was only a small piece of dried-up brain matter inside the huge skull. The full-force hammer blow easily smashed the brainstem into a puddle of mush. The ghoul, which had been baring its teeth and claws, suddenly lost all its strength and fell to the ground, unable to move.

You have gained 200 experience points.

With a long sigh, DuPont looked ahead. The spinning dagger had been cut into several purplish-brown limbs by the ghouls he had crashed into. However, because it had been cut into several pieces, it had not lost all its undead aura and was still hanging on by a thread. On the other hand, the two ghouls that had stepped on the heavy trap at the beginning dragged the huge bear trap around the cloud of daggers on the left and right and attacked him from the right.

"I never thought you idiots would even know how to play tactics," DuPont scoffed, ignoring the slow-moving ghoul with its injured leg, and strode towards the guy with the bear trap on his arm.

While the strategy of dividing and attacking might seem clever, the individual strength of these ghouls is inferior, giving him the opportunity to defeat them one by one. Ghoul: Strength 13, Agility 15, Constitution -, Intelligence 7, Perception 10, Charisma 6
Characteristics: Ghoul Plague, Ghoul Paralysis

食尸鬼热疫：造成1~3体质和1~3敏捷的属性伤害，每24小时降低一次，连续2次豁免成功疾病消除，如果豁免失败疾病持续。

If either Constitution or Dexterity reaches a negative value, you will become a ghoul, and your attribute check will be Charisma.

Paralysis: The ghoul's fingers are covered in a special toxin. If attacked, it will perform a physical check. If it fails, it will be paralyzed for 1 to 10 seconds.

The monster, already weak, became even more vulnerable after losing its muscle function, making it even less mobile and less effective at attacking. In a one-on-one fight, DuPont, wielding a small shield, posed no threat. As he fought, he dodged the pursuing creature, smashing his mace against the uninjured arm of the enemy in front of him. Within two rounds, the ghoul could no longer protect its body. DuPont smashed its ribs in the chest with a single blow, causing its body to tilt, and then smashed its skull flat with a blow from above.

With only one ghoul approaching, DuPont calmly raised his shield and charged forward. However, when he was only three meters away, the ghoul's neck twitched strangely. DuPont knew something was wrong, but before he could escape, the ghoul exploded. Some foul blood stained DuPont's robe with the explosion, causing a burning pain in his thigh.

Damn it, DuPont's spirit no longer maintained the dagger cloud. Dragging his aching thigh, he smashed the ghoul's skull, which was already broken but not yet dead, and quickly used magic to remove the bloodstains from his robe and pants.

You have been affected by the second-circle spell Necromancy: Flesh Wither. Your Reflection save has failed.

[Your constitution immunity has been successful. The damage caused by the withering of flesh has been reduced by half. You have taken 4 points of negative energy damage.]

You have been affected by the disease: Ghoul Fever.

Your Charisma check passed. You are currently unaffected. Your next check is in 24 hours.

After removing the bloodstains, DuPont lifted his robe, unbuttoned his trousers, took out the precious healing potion, uncorked it, and poured it onto his thigh.

Soon, the skin, which had been somewhat grayish, turned pink, but DuPont grimaced in pain and uttered a curse word to physically relieve the agony.

After half a bottle was used, the superficial wound on his thigh had disappeared, but DuPont was heartbroken to see so little liquid left.

Five gold coins simply vanished.

Both priests and druids can heal themselves with divine magic, but he can't take the job because his perception doesn't meet the basic requirements. However, he has enough charm to be a bard, so he'll see if he can learn it on his own when he has time.

Just then, strange noises came from behind the tomb. DuPont put the half-empty bottle of healing potion back into his bag. He took a few steps back, hung the mace on his waist, and quickly changed the direction of his free hand, casting another spell towards the doorway.

A spell that does not require concentration.

"Grease!"

(End of this chapter)