They are usually separated into areas, either for observation or for captivity; but at this moment, they are all thrown into the same enclosed space like a Colosseum, with only one purpose - to fight!

This is the foundation that a sorcerer who has devoted himself to research in a laboratory for hundreds of years should have, and this is Thomas Moreau's purpose.

Having been severely injured and having lost most of his magical abilities, he plans to use the portal in this hall to set up a massive mincing formation of monsters and demons for Lann!

Geralt cast a defensive Quen Sign on himself without hesitation, and turned back to Lann and shouted, "Did your information channel mention this situation?"

Lann threw a honeycomb bomb and rolled over to avoid the aftermath. He also shouted, "Stop making clever remarks. Have you ever encountered such a situation in your demon hunter career? What should I do now?"

Thomas Moreau laughed wildly in the air, and the unique weird voice of the demon echoed throughout the hall: "I will tear you all into pieces! Lannisters, invaders, and failures!"

Suddenly, a stone was thrown up like a sharp sword and pierced through the spirit of Thomas Moreau.

He was a mutant failure that was thrown out from the teleportation array on the second floor. He had lost his speech and reason, but the Thomas Moreau reflected in his eyes brought him unquenchable anger.

"Damn failure!" Thomas Moreau shouted in exasperation, "Destroy him!"

The golems and gargoyles' eyes suddenly lit up, and they abandoned their original targets and turned around to rush towards the humans who had failed to mutate.

While cleaving a zombie, Lann staggered towards Sword. When he saw this scene, his eyes lit up.

He quickly looked around and saw that a dozen water ghosts hanging on the soldiers tore the poor humans to pieces and then turned around and rolled together with the ghouls;

The giant centipede indiscriminately attacks everything around it, even trying to obstruct the golems and gargoyles that are carrying out their master's orders;

Not to mention the five humans who had failed the mutation and had been relentlessly harassing Thomas Moreau in the sky in vain on earth.

Things seem to be turning around.

If Lann could notice something, Geralt, who had much more experience than him, would naturally not ignore it.

The exploration team that was brought here was almost dead, and only Lann, Geralt, the druid, and Sward were left. The four of them formed a formation to guard the surroundings, and Geralt shouted to them: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Lann responded: "Only the golems and gargoyles are controlled by him, the rest of the monsters are fighting on their own."

Sword continued breathlessly, "So if we just pull the guy down from the air, he will be attacked or even killed, right? Is he Thomas Moreau? Why does he look like a ghost?"

The druid shouted angrily, "But what's the point of killing that guy? The remaining monsters are enough to kill us more than ten times. We might as well find an opportunity to rush into the portal and escape!"

Lan shook his head and rejected the druid's proposal: "These portals are controlled by Thomas Moreau. We can't escape with him, and we don't know if the situation on the other side of the portal will be worse than here. I have a better suggestion-"

He pointed at the demon spirit in the sky and said, "I was thrown here by the portal he temporarily opened. He can open the portal to come here, and he can also open the portal to leave. We pulled him down and let him be besieged by monsters, forcing him to open the portal and escape, and we can use his portal to leave!"

Geralt frowned and observed for a while. At this time, the golems and gargoyles were about to kill all the humans who failed to mutate. The giant centipede pounced between the water ghosts and ghouls.

The fight between the monsters looked like it would end soon, and they didn't have much time left to make pre-war plans.

"Now there is another problem." Geralt said, "I have a way to pull Thomas Moreau down and ensure that he can be attacked, but how can we ensure that the monster will continue to besiege him before killing us?"

Lann was prepared and said, "I can guarantee it."

He took out an old-fashioned badge and explained, "This is a badge I bought from a wizard. When it is hung around the neck, it can attract enemies to attack the location of the badge. We are lucky - although most of the demon's body was burned, it still has a neck."

This turned out to be one of the magic items purchased from Triss before!

Geralt nodded in understanding. "That's fine with me."

After Lann finished speaking, he took two deep breaths, pulled out the lion-headed silver sword, turned around and handed it to Sward, saying, "I can no longer swing the sword, so I'll give it to you for safekeeping. The silver sword can hurt those monsters better. We'll work with Geralt to stop the monsters before the demon spirits fall.

Give me all the bombs and I'll cover you."

Lan's hands holding the sword were trembling slightly, and his arms were completely exhausted. He had killed Thomas Moreau's body by himself, and then used a high-intensity spinning sword dance to slash dozens of times, and finally fell from mid-air wearing heavy armor, so he had suffered a lot of injuries.

If his physical fitness was not better than that of ordinary people, he would have been lying on the ground exhausted and injured.

Now the way for Lann to maximize his combat effectiveness is to use his bug-like [Unmovable as a Mountain] and cooperate with bombs to turn himself into a "suicide infantry" that will not harm himself.

Everything is ready, and the monsters finally turn their attention here.

After initially adapting to the unfamiliar environment, their biological instincts told them that they should prioritize dealing with the group that was the smallest, most compact, and most apparently weakest on the field.

Swad wielded the newly acquired lion-headed silver sword, feeling his courage instantly filling his body, and shouted, "My Lord Earl, you and Mr. Geralt can deal with the man in the sky together, and I will cooperate with Mr. Druid to stop the monster.

I won't let them bother you until I fall!"

Thomas Moreau in the air controlled the golems and gargoyles and strode towards Lann and his party. This group of heavy monsters made the ground rumble continuously, and the other monsters that had just suffered losses at their hands could not help but make way for them.

Lann warned his companions loudly: "Don't fight them. Golems and gargoyles are hard to be hurt by swords and have great resistance to magic. Let's try to move closer to the water ghosts and see if we can get them to fight again."

Sword nodded in agreement, his palms slightly sweaty.

But at this moment, the druid did something that no one present could have expected.

When he was preparing, he was standing closest to the wall. At this time, facing the approach of the magic guards such as monsters and gargoyles, he suddenly muttered something and suddenly stuck the wooden stick in his hand into the ground. The huge force directly made the wooden stick penetrate the rock.

Then, a burst of vitality surged on the wooden stick, and within just a few breaths, it took root and sprouted, sending out countless roots and vines in all directions like a whip, wrapping around the approaching magic guards and making them unable to move for a moment.

Lan's eyes lit up, but before he could start praising, he saw the druid suddenly roared, and actually released magic in the most primitive way in the form of a shock wave, knocking over several water ghosts who wanted to pounce on him in the chaos, and briefly creating a vacuum zone around them.

Then he rushed into the nearest portal and disappeared in an instant.

He ran away.

Sword and Lane stared at this act of cowardice.

The young druid's purpose in joining the exploration team this time was different from that of Geralt, who was a half-hired, half-helper, and even more different from that of the attendants and soldiers like Sward. He was originally a guide introduced by Mossak, and then he wanted to get a share of the ruins before joining in the exploration.

He and the group were not friends, and he had no obligation to fight to the death for Lann. As a long-lived magic profession, he valued his life the most. At this critical moment, when he thought Lann's plan was more risky, he naturally chose his own plan.

"Fuck!" Lann couldn't help but swear in frustration.

The invisible Thomas Moreu watched the scene with a smile, and controlled the magic guards to easily break free from the vines that were not controlled by the druids, and rushed towards the group again with a rumble.

Lan and his men lost their only spellcaster.

Sword was so shocked by the scene that he was speechless for a moment. He looked at Lann behind him, looked at the monster in front of him, and tightly grasped the lion-headed silver sword of the Lord of Oaths, his eyes became determined:

"For Cintra, for Lannister!"

The sword attendant shouted loudly and rushed forward.

Lann grabbed Sward's cloak and pulled him back, causing his already exhausted arms to feel a slight tearing pain. Then he threw back a stack of Dragon's Dreams, causing explosive gas to fill the space.

"You are so stupid! How long can you delay by just going to die like this?" Lann shouted at Sword fiercely, "Go over and stop those water ghosts and ghouls. Don't fight them head-on. Use every strand of your hair to think about how to live longer. Do you understand?"

Just as he was speaking, the huge golem in front of him stomped its foot suddenly, and a visible circular shock wave spread out in all directions with it as the center.

Lann rushed towards the direction of the shock wave and used his skills to avoid the area damage at that moment. Instead, the gargoyle behind the golem and a group of ghouls following far behind were affected and flew away.

The gas of Dragon Dream has spread, and then another pile of dancing stars is thrown out.

"Everyone, get down!"

"boom!"

Explosions, debris, flames, and impacts all exploded in the hall.

On the other hand, Geralt was focused and nothing happening around him affected him.

He pulled out a bottle of potion from the strap of his alchemy backpack, bit open the wax seal, spat it out with a "puff", then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The amber cat eyes in the dark became brighter.