Witch Monastery

After pushing open the door, a large rectangular room of about 100 square meters came into view. This banquet hall used to be where the castle owner entertained guests, but now it has become a dining hall for the goblins.

The ceiling of the room was nearly seven meters high, but the chandelier that once hung high had now broken and fallen. Two large wooden tables and long benches were placed in the middle of the room, filled with dirty plates, half-full stew pots, moldy bread, and gnawed bones.

Without caring about the goblins' unhygienic living habits, the four of them walked straight to the end of the room. After confirming that there was no sound from the other side, they slowly pushed the door open.

Then, a north-south corridor appeared before the four people. There were three closed wooden doors on the east side of the corridor, and a staircase leading to the second floor. There was only one door on the west side, leading to the room where the hobgoblin priests rested.

Jutta and Nidalee tiptoed to the middle of the three doors on the east side and the west door respectively, and then came back. Jutta spoke first, "There was no sound in the sacrifice room. According to the hobgoblins' schedule, even the priests should have fallen asleep."

"There's no sound coming from the Necromancer's studio either." Nidalee also whispered, "Which one should we attack first? Both doors seem to be locked from the inside. They're not afraid of a sudden fire and being unable to escape..."

She couldn't help but complain that the soldiers' barracks usually had an accessible exit to avoid being unable to escape in the event of a fire. This was also the reason why Hawthorne and the other two were able to successfully sneak into several rooms and pierce the hearts of these goblins.

However, the priests longed for peace between prayers, and the necromancers doing experiments did not want to be disturbed, so the doors of their rooms were all locked.

Hawthorne felt a little awkward: "Nidalee, can you pick a lock?"

Nidalee deadpanned, "Of course not. I'm not a rogue."

In fact, even a wanderer would generally feel helpless when faced with a door that is locked from the inside.

"What about you? Don't you have the 'Knocking Spell'?" the druid asked, and Hawthorne shook his head: "No, I don't learn this kind of auxiliary spell."

Alas, at this time, I would envy the wizard. If there really was a wizard here, holding a spell book, and the spell book contained the special spell "knock" for unlocking, then all I had to do was recite the spell and knock, and the door would be opened silently.

Unfortunately, he is not, and as a spellcaster who relies on his brain rather than a spellbook to memorize spells, he cannot waste his limited brain capacity on auxiliary spells such as knocking.

"Then we can only kick the door." He then said, "But, given the soundproofing quality of this room, no matter which door we kick open, the people in the other room and Zenis upstairs will definitely be alarmed."

"So, we need to split our forces to attack from both sides?" Yuta said softly, "We need to kill them all before they can react?"

Nidalee looked at her with a little surprise, unable to understand why this girl who looked like a skinny assassin had such a reckless way of thinking.

Cuibisi also looked a little helpless: "Do you think it's possible? We are not like you. We don't have the ability to kill the enemy instantly with a sneak attack. We must focus on eliminating one first..."

"Maybe." Hawthorne said, "This is the plan I just wanted to talk about."

Suddenly, the two girls looked at him in disbelief, while Jutta proudly puffed out her barren chest. At this moment, her thoughts were highly consistent with her master's.

"Are you serious?" Nidalee couldn't help but ask, "In our current situation, do we still need to divide our forces? No one knows the strength of that priest and his acolytes, and no one knows how many undead the necromancer has hidden in his laboratory..."

"It won't be too difficult to solve." Hawthorne said, "Since they work under Zenis, how strong can they be, right?"

Nidalee looked at him as if he were an idiot. "What are you talking about? That's Zenith, a notorious warlord who has been active in the Rubble Zone for more than a decade."

"His ambition and power have been growing, otherwise he wouldn't dare to get involved in the power of the undead. Mr. Hawthorne, even though we have managed to kill most of his subordinates, he is still an extremely powerful warrior. We must not take him lightly. After all, any strong man may capsize in the gutter, right?"

She spoke as patiently as possible.

He persuaded him, thinking that the young spellcaster was becoming arrogant because he saw that the goblins were too weak.

As she said this, she turned her head and looked to the side: "Ms. Cuibisi, I guess you think the same way, right?"

"I'll listen to Mr. Hawthorne," said Cuibis, changing her camp without any psychological barriers. "We'll have to wait until the awakened enemy is ready and gathers its forces. That will only make it more difficult for us to fight."

Nidalee: “…”

She looked at the girl with some resentment, thinking, didn't you have your own ideas just now? Why don't you even dare to talk back at this time?

Although she knew that this man was the actual leader of the three-person team, Nidalee never expected that his leadership would be so... unquestionable.

Chapter 138 Human Stick

"Okay, it's decided." Hawthorne finally made the decision, "Now let's discuss the groups. I'm definitely going to deal with the necromancer, what about you?"

"My poison has no effect on the undead, so I must be going to deal with the priest over there." Cuibisi said.

"I can do either." Yuta said. Hawthorne winked at her, and she realized belatedly, "The necromancer controls a large number of undead. If we don't behead them immediately, it will be very troublesome. And I am proficient in this, so it is more suitable for me to act with Mr. Hawthorne."

After saying that, the three of them looked at Nidalee at the same time: "What about you?"

Nidalee was speechless: "I..."

She found that she seemed to have no choice. In fact, she wanted to raid the necromancer very much, because the fragment of the holy sword was likely in that room, and he was using it as a medium of corruption to conduct blasphemous necromancy experiments...

But as a druid, she couldn't find a suitable reason to support her idea at this moment, so she took a deep breath and nodded insincerely: "Then, Miss Cuibis and I will go to raid those priests together."

After the teams were divided, both sides acted without hesitation. Nidalee turned into a leopard again, and Tribis went to knock down the western door together. Jutta stretched out a hand, gathered magic power on her nails, and chopped at the wooden door -

bang——

The door was cut open, and the process was easier than Hawthorne had imagined. Then, from inside, there came an extremely strong stench of corpses!

"Well--!"

He couldn't help but frown, unable to imagine that this was actually a necromancer's work room.

What the hell? Why does it stink so bad?

Seriously, shouldn't corpses be stored in embalming fluid so they don't have any smell?

Weapons made from rotten corpses will have a very short shelf life!

Why is this place...

"Well--!"

His face became uglier and uglier, and he regretted not wearing a mask. He had no choice but to let his guard down this time. After all, when strategizing a dungeon in the game, who would remember the description of the environment like "the unpleasant stench of corpses"?

However, now was not the time to complain. Enduring the stench, he poked his head inside.

The room was dark, so he used the light magic to disperse the light in front of him. Then he saw the traces of dried black and red blood on the ground, which was so shocking.

Following the blood trail further inside, we saw several humans, dwarves and midgets tied up with thick hemp ropes next to the entrance of the basement. They looked dull, as if they had been tortured into fools by the great pain.

In fact, most of these people had already died. As for the few who were not dead, their arms or legs were chopped off, or their limbs were simply cut off and turned into human sticks, and tortured into madness!

Obviously, these were the victims captured by the hobgoblins and used as experimental subjects for the necromancer. Seeing these victims who were destroyed beyond human form, Hawthorne felt his heart tremble, and then a strong sense of sadness and anger surged, almost making his eyes red.

The people in this castle deserve to die!

Gritting his teeth, knowing that even if these people survived by chance, they were now beyond saving, he and Yuta ignored them and rushed down quickly into the basement!

Although there was no light in the room, there were oil lamps on the walls of the basement, so the environment inside was quite bright. As the two of them ran down, a stronger stench of corpses suddenly rushed into their noses, irritating Hawthorne so much that he almost vomited.

But soon, he forgot the urge to vomit, because at this moment, standing in the middle of this narrow basement was a hideous and terrifying undead monster!

This is a terrifying monster that is about three or four meters tall. The main body of the monster is not like that of the ogre, a naturally tall giant subspecies. Instead, it is a huge stitched monster pieced together and stitched together from the bodies of humans, dwarves and other creatures!

There is a halfling's head on top of it, but this halfling is obviously dead, because his head has been pried open. Several brains of unknown origin are connected to the pried-open halfling's brain through some extremely disgusting wires, as if to enhance its thinking ability.

As for its body, in addition to its original arms, it also had some arms from other people sewn on, a total of eight arms, each holding a simple weapon, such as a rusty kitchen knife, a sharp sword, etc., as if it was ready for battle.

Ready to fight!

As for its legs, it still only had two thick and short dwarf legs. Naturally, these two legs were also stitched with countless leg bones from other people to enhance its support ability, barely maintaining such a huge and bloated body!

Looking at this terrifying big guy, Hawthorne's face suddenly became very ugly.

Hate!

A stitched corpse monster that is extremely difficult to deal with, usually only appears in high-level maps.

It seems that there are some differences between reality and games. At least the nameless necromancer in the game copy only created some low-level undead like zombie skeletons, while this dark elf wizard is more ambitious and actually chose to create such a monster!

"Oh, what a perfect creation!"

A male voice with a controlled tone was heard. Hawthorne looked up and saw a dark-skinned dark elf man with long, thin pointed ears walking out from behind the stitched corpse.

His face was filled with sickening enthusiasm and intoxication. He then turned around and looked at Hawthorne: "You must think so, don't you? Look, it combines all the powerful organs and advantages of humans, dwarves, gnomes and halflings, but abandons their biggest shortcoming: a heart that is always restless and unruly!"

"So, it has become the most perfect weapon in the world, and can faithfully complete all killing tasks. What do you think, do you two think so?"

He asked with a smile, to which Hawthorne's only response was to spit: "Bah!"

"Yuta, go ahead and kill him!"

There is nothing much to say about this anti-human necromancer; death is his only destination!

Next to Hawthorne, Yuta did not hesitate. He flashed and rushed through the big guy's body in an instant, and came to the side of the necromancer.

call--

The necromancer's body suddenly turned into a ball of mist, avoiding Uta's attack. At the same time, his real body returned to the corner of the wall, the entrance to a small door. "Don't be so rude. Be elegant."

"Come on, Amy, dance for our uninvited guests tonight!"

Chapter 139 Stitched Monster: Abomination

The necromancer called out as if he were calling a pet, and along with his command, a series of roars similar to the meowing of a cat emanated from the throat of the huge stitched monster: "Aoaoao——"

It roared like this, and then its huge body began to turn. Its fat body actually seemed to be quite flexible. At the same time, the machete in its hand slashed towards Yuta's head!

The basement was small, and the hiding area was very limited, but this did not bother the agile Uta. Not caring about the dirt and blood on the ground, she rolled her petite body to the wall, tricking the stitched monster's big knife into slashing at the wall.

Dangdang——

The metal hit the wall, and while the big guy was stiffened by the recoil, she exerted force with her legs and rushed towards the necromancer again!

However, at this moment, the necromancer raised his hand and completed another spell in his hand: "Vortex Warp!"

hum-

The overwhelming magic power distorted the space around Uta, and this time she didn't have time to dodge. So a small space vortex sucked her in, and when she reappeared, she had already landed right under the weapon of the stitched monster!

Vortex Warp, a second-level spell, can distort space and send a creature within a hundred meters around itself to another place within the same range.

Just like it is now.

"Ow—!"

The Stitched Monster roared strangely, and the rusty machete in its sturdy arms fell down suddenly. Yuta was helpless, and she had no strength to continue chasing. She had to roll backwards to avoid the Stitched Monster's attack.

But because of this, she also returned to Hawthorne's side. All the attempts to break out just now had been wasted.

Apart from consuming the Necromancer's two second-level spells, a total of 6 mana points, this raid did not produce any results.

Although apart from the fact that her cleanliness is slightly reduced, there is no other consumption.

"Oh, what a nimble little mouse." Seeing this, the necromancer couldn't help but wave his hands gently, chuckled and praised, "That's right, I should have guessed long ago that a mouse that could sneak in here quietly and kill all the soldiers must be an extremely agile player."

Hawthorne was about to launch a second round of attack, but he froze when he heard this. He looked at him in disbelief: "You had already noticed our arrival, but you didn't sound any alarm. Instead, you let us sneak in and even killed so many hobgoblins?"

The dark elf still had a smile on his face, whether it was mockery or habit, "You guessed it right. Well, it seems like a very smart little mouse."

Hawthorne's heart couldn't help but tremble. The other party's generous confession made his mind quickly associate countless things!

He could even guess the other party's plan: all the hobgoblins were dead, Zenis lost the power of his men, and he became the most powerful person here. At the same time, he also harvested forty or fifty fresh and strong corpses, and benefited from it!

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth secretly, his heart trembling. He thought to himself that he had executed more than a dozen evil bugbears, and the mental pressure was so great that his heart was trembling, and the other party...

I can only say that it is worthy of being a dark elf.

, for his own selfish interests, he actually betrayed his allies like this!

All I can say is that he is worthy of being a dark elf. He can be so arrogant, as if he is 100% sure that he can defeat me with just this stitched monster!

"Yuta, let's keep going!" he growled, "You keep attacking him, I'll take care of this big guy!"

Yuta nodded gently: "Understood, Master!"

At this moment, without Nidalee by her side, she could finally openly change back to calling Hawthorne by his original name.

"Come, Amy, my dear little cat, catching mice should be what you are best at." The necromancer saw them coming fiercely, but still kept smiling, "They are excellent materials. Eat them and you will become stronger~"

He used a cheesy tone, as if coaxing a child, to persuade the Stitched Monster. Whether it understood his words or received a new magic command, the Stitched Monster suddenly growled, then took a step forward with its short legs and rushed towards the two!

Boom, boom, boom——

This stitched behemoth may weigh one ton, and when it runs, the entire castle seems to shake!

Jutta didn't care about Hawthorne's safety at all, she trusted her master's judgment. She just jumped again, and in mid-air, her small leather boots kicked against the wall next to her, and her body accelerated suddenly, like a fish in the water passing through algae, smoothly passing through the abomination's swinging hands and cracked head, and rushed straight towards the necromancer!

"Come, look here!"

Hawthorne raised the shield on his left arm, walked down the last step, greeted the abomination, and was eager to try.

He was not as agile as Jutta, nor was he petite enough. The space in the basement was also very limited, making it impossible for him to hide.

However, he also has his own way of playing, which normally no one would choose.

That is, fight it head-on!

This large stitched monster has both obvious advantages and disadvantages: its advantages are great strength and many weapons, and because it is a stitched corpse, its blood is very, very thick.

Not only that, sometimes the stitched corpses could be infested with mosquitoes and plagues, which could be transmitted to the enemy, forcing the enemy to be distracted and hide during battle, greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

All in all, this is a melee unit that is both tanky and has high output, and is extremely disgusting in the physical sense.