Chapter 113 Appearance
Torres glanced around and saw a large number of deformed beasts lying in all directions on the ground near the tower. Most of them were hit in the head by arrows, with only the gray feathers showing on the entire arrow shaft.
The reason why we are sure that it was an arrow and not a crossbow arrow is that we only need to distinguish that there are no tail feathers. Crossbow arrows have no feathers.
Some wild beasts have very strong vitality. Even if they suffer such injuries, they will not die immediately. Instead, they will go crazy for a while and frantically attack everything around them.
He saw a giant bear that was more than three meters tall when standing upright and much larger than a basketball. A small arrow was stuck in its huge head. It slapped a black panther that was running by it and turned it into a meat patty.
The giant bear was like a drunk madman who couldn't even stand steadily. It struggled for a long time before falling to the ground. Judging from its heaving body, it was not completely dead yet.
Clown stared at the edge of the gray fog. Most of the strongest beasts near the tower were shot dead by him. Judging from the reaction of the last giant bear he shot after being shot by the arrow, it could even reach the extraordinary level.
It was definitely not good news that some wild animals had evolved to an extraordinary level.
Even though these crazy beasts are completely irrational, they are fearless precisely because of their madness, and no matter how much carnage they cause, they cannot be scared away.
The physical fitness of these beasts was even stronger than that encountered in the last attack.
At this moment, the number of wild beasts coming in from the gray fog has decreased significantly. Hundreds of corpses are lying outside the wall, and many wild beasts are also hanging on the spikes of the wooden stakes of the wall.
The beasts howled as the men thrust their spears into their mouths.
The beasts that jumped over the three-meter-high wall did not cause much damage. Under the leadership of Geralt, Alan, Del and others, they were quickly stabbed into sieves or chopped into meat paste.
Small victories have also made ordinary people no longer panic and gradually display their due fighting power.
The situation was completely under the control of the camp, but in Crown's heart, the tension did not diminish at all, as the truly dangerous opponent had not yet appeared.
These deformed beasts are just cannon fodder.
"Boom, boom, boom"
As if to echo what he was thinking, dull drum sounds came from the gray fog.
At first, the intervals between the drum beats were relatively long, and later on, they became more and more frequent.
Hearing the drumbeat, Crown untied the leather tactical vest containing a full set of potions without hesitation, took out the potions and drank them all.
He threw the leather vest on the ground, formed seals with his hands, and released the Heart Cleansing Mantra and golden light to protect his body.
A faint golden fluorescence shone on his skin, and at the same time, a cool feeling spread from his head to his limbs.
. . . .
Amid the beating of drums, human shouts could be heard from the gray fog.
"hehe"
At first, the sounds were very chaotic, but gradually they became more and more coordinated, converging into a wild and crazy wave of sound, even suppressing the volume of the drumbeats.
The enemy appeared. A huge wild boar head stretched out from the gray fog. It had four long tusks in its mouth, a row of white bone spurs on its back, and a densely packed eye on its belly that was rolling around.
Many ordinary people who saw the monster's eyes flashing with red light felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave, with their hair standing on end. Some even couldn't help but step back and fall off the wooden frame.
Crown felt a hint of spiritual chill surrounding him, but it was immediately dispelled by the warm golden light that enveloped him.
He looked at the dent on half of the wild boar monster's face and its two broken fangs, and a strong desire to fight burned in his heart.
This is the camp's old rival. The last time the cultists attacked, he could only be a spectator. This time, he is fully capable of becoming the main force of the attack.
The monster was much larger than the last time, five meters long and nearly three meters tall. It was obviously more powerful than before.
The evil wild boar walked forward, its hooves hitting the ground like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, and a faint vibration could be felt.
As it walked, its head bumped left and right, and the wooden stakes buried deep in the ground were broken by it like twigs.
Not far behind the wild boar, a group of slightly petite humans riding tall black wolves appeared in the range of the fire.
Perhaps because they were too close to each other, several giant wolves were biting each other and the fight ended only when their riders desperately pulled them back.
These people were wearing clothes made of animal skins, and their arms and thighs were still exposed in such cold weather.
They carried several wooden or bone javelins on their backs and had scimitars on their waists.
These people had dark red and white paint on their faces, a few gray-green whiskers as thick as little fingers on their chins, feather headdresses on their heads, and white bamboo-shaped beads around their necks with an ellipsoid bead the size of an adult's fist in the middle.
A cultist who was stronger than a normal adult rode a giant white wolf the size of a horse at the front of the team. One of the white wolf's eyes was yellow-brown, and the other was dark green.
The figure who is suspected to be the leader has three white ellipsoidal beads hanging on the necklace on his chest, and the oil paint on his face depicts a deformed octopus with tentacles dotted with white spots, as if they were eyes.
Crown's eyesight was very good even in the dim light. He found that the fist-sized bones were clearly shrunken human or animal skulls, and the remaining white "bamboo joints" were bones such as finger bones.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
What surprised him was that these cultists and giant wolves had no major deformities, and although their faces showed madness and bloodthirstiness, they were able to restrain their behavior.
Could it be that they have a way to coexist with the gray fog, a gift from the evil god or can humans and animals themselves adapt to the gray fog?
After the wild boar evil creature appeared, there was an icy aura that came from the soul. An inexplicable smell filled the area near the camp gate. The ordinary people guarding here were silent, and the air seemed to have weight, making it hard for them to breathe.
After seeing the enemy appear, Klauen's nervous mood relaxed. He asked Torres, who was trembling and holding the railing beside him, "Can you go down by yourself?"
The wild boar monster's eyes should be able to launch mental attacks. The young man is just an ordinary person, so it is normal that he cannot cope with it.
"It seems so," Torres answered uncertainly, holding the railing tighter.
Clown suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, picked him up like an eagle catching a chick and carried him out of the tower: "Hold him."
"Ah!" The young man slid down while holding onto the wooden stakes of the tower.
At this time, Geralt shouted from the tower: "I need a little time to prepare."
Clown turned around and said, "There are potions in the cabin, take them yourself."
"We must stop this evil creature," Nick said in a deep voice. He shook the flail and slapped the shield. "It wants to open a passage for the cultists behind it. These giant wolves may jump over the wall directly after speeding up. I will go and hold it back first."
"Wait a moment," Clown hurriedly called him, "Let me greet it in a friendly way and see how it is now."
I don’t know if it was because the monster was too arrogant or because it didn’t sense the threat, but there was no fluorescent light from the spiritual armor flashing on its body.
With a slight smile on his face and a cold light flashing in his eyes, Clown took out three arrows from his quiver and drew his longbow into a full moon.
"Swoosh", three arrows were shot out at the same time, one aimed at the eye on the wild boar monster's head, and the other two aimed at the eyes on its belly. The arrows flew out with lightning speed.
No matter what creature it is, carelessness will come at a price.
The bowstring was still making a slight sound, and the monster let out a sharp and angry howl as if it had been stabbed in the anus.
(End of this chapter)