Wayne cursed inwardly, but he also knew that this evil god Dagon did have a bit of the flavor of Cthulhu's tentacle monster, and like Cthulhu, he came from the deep sea. People knew very little about the monsters, sea beasts, and demons in the ocean, and even the demon hunters did not know much about them.
Just as he was considering whether to take action and how to do it, suddenly, from the crack on the side of the cave, a dozen half-merfrogs wearing linen shirts and wrapping their bodies, who looked quite thin, came out one after another.
Different from other naked merman, these skinny merman not only wore simple clothes, but also had some ornaments made of bones, corals, pearls and the like hanging on their bodies.
It should be a profession similar to that of a priest, and perhaps it occupies a very high status in the society of half-merfolk.
At this time, they lined up in a row, holding containers made of sea beast bones in their hands, and walked slowly towards the blood pool with a respectful attitude.
Inside these containers was fresh blood that had been taken from somewhere unknown, and strange little octopuses the size of eggs were swimming in the blood.
The merman at the front of the team had the most peculiar appearance. He was hunched over, with withered facial features, and his big eyes were bloodshot. In his right hand he held a staff that was shining with black metallic light. His chin was different from the smooth chin of other mermans. It had six black tentacles that were 20 to 30 centimeters long, which were always twisting unconsciously, looking quite scary.
Wayne was startled and immediately shrank back into his hiding place, sticking his head out and carefully observing the group of newly appeared merman.
After about a minute or two, they quickly walked to the blood pool in the center of the brazier altar. After chanting an unknown spell, they poured the blood and small octopuses in their hands into the blood pool.
Then, in an orderly manner, they sat in several rows in the open space in front of the blood pool with great humility, and continued to chant gibberish and unknown eulogies with their heads bowed.
The special half-fish man who was in the lead was chanting a eulogy while striking the ground with the metal staff in his hand. The bang bang bang sounds actually formed a strange melody that made people unable to help but listen attentively.
Listening to the chanting of these half-fish priests, the strange little octopuses in the blood pool became more active. They flexibly inserted their tentacles into the mouths and noses of the six bound hostages, causing those hostages who seemed to be in a coma to begin to tremble and struggle unconsciously.
Listening to the strange chanting and melody, even Wayne, who was hiding nearby, felt that his spirit was polluted, as if something wet and slippery was licking his spirit, causing him to feel dazed.
Seeing this, Wayne knew he could not delay any longer. He first put on a layer of charged version of Quen's Seal on himself, then reached into his waist bag and took out three honeycomb bombs with the most powerful explosive power. After lighting them, he threw them all towards the position of the group of kneeling merman priests.
The sound of flame igniting the fuse was heard.
This group of half-fish people who were holding a sacrificial ceremony never imagined that an enemy would attack them in their own nest.
After hearing the sound, they all stared blankly at the three burning honeycomb bombs falling beside them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Technology defeated magic. With fierce flames and noises, the group of half-fish priests lined up in several rows were blown to pieces by the power of the alchemical bomb before they could react. Their limbs flew everywhere and turned into dead pieces of meat.
Wayne did not delay and immediately rushed to the blood pool and used his silver sword to cut off the ropes on the six people and the tentacle monsters on their faces one by one.
Unfortunately, even so, these six people still showed no signs of waking up. They fell straight into the pool of blood as if they had lost consciousness.
But at this time, Wayne didn't have any extra time to care about the situation of these six people.
Because of the loud noise from the beehive bomb just now, all the merman guards guarding the cave had been awakened. About twenty or thirty merman guards and the six merman elites guarding near the small cave all screamed and rushed towards Wayne in a swarm.
Moreover, Wayne also saw from the corner of his eye that the merman priest who had just been blown into pieces by him with three honeycomb bombs, the special merman with tentacles growing all over his chin, did not die even though his body was broken into pieces by the explosion.
It supported itself on the ground with some difficulty using a special metal staff, its bloodshot eyes staring at Wayne, and it was roaring in the half-mercantile language with a very excited expression, as if it was commanding the guards and elite warriors to attack Wayne together.
As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. A team with a commander and a mob without a commander are two different concepts. In any case, killing this half-fishman who seems to have the highest status first is definitely the right choice.
Unexpectedly, when it saw Wayne rushing towards it, the special merman was not panicked at all. It used the special magic wand in its hand to smash it heavily to the ground.
After a dull sound, the metal on the staff flashed, and the corpses of the merman priests surrounding it, as if they were exerted with some special power, exploded into flesh and blood and floated in the air.
And all this smelly flesh and blood, as if with consciousness, quickly gathered on the body of that special half-fish man, surrounding it, and actually formed a layer of sticky flesh and blood armor on it, expanding its body to about two meters.
Seeing this, Wayne narrowed his eyes, his thoughts raced, and he immediately came up with an idea.
His figure stopped about seven or eight meters away from the special merman. He reached into his waist bag and took out two alchemical bombs filled with silver-white liquid. Without thinking, he threw them towards the special merman's position.
The merman seemed to have sensed the danger as well, and immediately waved his arms made of flesh and blood to hit the two bombs in the air.
Bang! Bang! Two dull explosions sounded, and as soon as they came into contact, the silver-white alchemical bomb exploded in the half-merman's hand.
Accompanied by low temperature and white frost, an extremely cold breath instantly enveloped an area several meters wide, including the arms and torso of the merman, as well as the flesh and blood armor on his body, all of which were covered with a layer of hard ice in a very short time.
This is the North Wind Bomb, a special alchemical bomb developed by the Demon Hunter. It can freeze enemies within range in a very short period of time. It is expensive to make, but extremely effective against flesh and blood creatures.
And at the moment when the special murloc was frozen, Wayne did not hesitate at all. His left hand instantly condensed a charged Alder Seal and his body immediately rushed in front of it.
As he pushed his palm forward with force, an extremely fast shock wave directly hit the flesh and blood armor of the special half-fishman.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Amid the sound of ice breaking, the half-merman priest's body and the entire flesh and blood armor were all shaken into fist-sized ice blocks, like flowers scattered by a fairy, and were shattered by the Alder Seal.
With a bang, the metal staff that had lost its owner was also blown away several meters and hit the ground with a thud, making a very harsh sound.
Those murlocs who rushed towards Wayne seemed to be shocked by Wayne's violent killing method, and even the indomitable momentum at the beginning was weakened a little.
However, the enemy might hesitate, but Wayne's actions did not stop at all. Before the half-merfolk surrounded him, he immediately chose a direction and rushed forward waving the silver sword.
He used a life-or-death fighting style, avoiding those powerful moves and allowing ordinary attacks to hit his armor and Quen shield, while the silver sword in his hand quickly reaped the lives of the murlocs.
Slashing, stabbing, beheading, mixed with the impact of several Enid and Ald Signs, quickly defeated the siege of a dozen half-fishmen, and chopped these thin sub-human warriors into pieces, turning them into broken corpses.
About ten minutes later, when more than thirty murloc warriors became dead souls under Wayne's sharp blade, even these stupid murlocs understood what fear and what it meant to be invincible.
Without the command of a priest, their morale was finally exhausted, and they turned around and fled the cave like a mob.
Only Wayne was left, supporting himself on the ground with his silver sword, letting the smelly blood and flesh on his body drip onto the ground. He stood among the corpses, gasping for breath, looking down at their fleeing backs.
(End of this chapter)