Accompanied by a series of mechanical sounds, the secret door slowly opened.
Dust fell from the cracks in the door like a waterfall, and the choking musty smell rushed out from the deep corridor.
Everyone looked at each other, and Arwen was the first to step into the secret passage.
"Follow me closely."
On the walls on both sides of the narrow passage, an oil lamp was hung every five meters. As the cold wind from the outside was sucked in, it was lit with bang bang bang.
Ida whispered, "It is an oil lamp made of fish-man paste. As long as it is blown by the wind, it will be ignited."
Fish-man ointment is comparable to gold and is rare among nobles.
As we walked along the narrow dark passage, our vision suddenly became clearer, but it also became darker and darker.
Further ahead, you will find the interior of Morgraig Castle.
Everyone was in high spirits.
There are so many monsters in the outside world, who knows what else is hidden in this castle.
Arwen looked around and found that the place was in dilapidated condition.
The towering dome is supported by several thick load-bearing stone pillars, and the decorations on the walls have long since decayed and fallen off.
Among them, the most eye-catching thing is a huge flag hanging in the middle of the hall.
The main body of the flag's pattern is composed of two swords. The demon hunter can see at a glance that it symbolizes the steel sword and the silver sword.
In addition, there is a pair of amber beast vertical pupils as embellishments, which are condescending and full of visual impact, as if someone is judging something here.
This is the flag of Order of Witchers.
The foot is paved with thick blue-gray marble, adding a bit of solemnity.
Shelves are displayed in the corner of the hall, with rusty armor and broken steel swords scattered around.
Oh, there are also two workbenches, with glass tubes and other alchemical items remaining on them, as well as a few parchments that will not be packed away in the future.
Aiden The green cat's eyes condensed when they saw those books, and they couldn't help but lean in there.
The parchment was covered with dust. He did not reach out rashly, but simply glanced at it and shook his head with some disappointment.
He murmured obscure sentences in his mouth. This book is about torture and interrogation.
"Dhu Dwinmmermorc----"
It has nothing to do with the mutation blueprint.
Silently retreating to Arwen, "According to the drawings, this should be the trial hall where Order of Witchers judged his enemies."
"If you want to get to the underground laboratory, you have to go through here, walk across the arched bridge connecting the atrium, and then go down the spiral staircase to the basement, where the laboratory is."
Arwen flexed his wrist, took a deep breath, and caught an unusual smell.
The wolf head badge attached to his chest vibrated at a low frequency.
Aiden also noticed this and immediately, as if facing a formidable enemy, silently reached over his shoulder and grasped the hilt of the silver sword tightly.
"Look here," Ida Aimin lowered her beautiful elf eyes to the ground, pointing her slender fingers at the dusty marble slab in the corner, "There is a footprint here, not a human footprint, nor a dwarf--"
Speaking of this, Ida looked solemn and said, "It's Nekker."
Aiden's face changed slightly.
Nekker, this kind of creature appeared after Conjunction of the Spheres. It often appears in jungles and caves. For ordinary people, they are simply a nightmare.
Despite their small size, they have fierce faces, sharp teeth, and extremely flexible limbs.
But this is not the most frightening thing. Their living habits are the same as most carnivorous creatures, they are social creatures.
"What the hell, why are there these brainless people in this place?"
Aiden once went to Vengerberg, where there was a wave of Nekker at that time. He accepted the commission and knew the horror of these annoying things.
A single Nekker is harmless, five of them are slightly dangerous, and ten of them are enough to kill an experienced monster hunter.
And----
With this thought in mind, Arwen's cold shout suddenly came, "Get ready to fight!"
"Crunch----"
A heart-wrenching sound sounded at the same time, coming from behind those shelves.
A four-legged creature quickly sprang out from behind the shelf. Its face was deformed and made people feel physically uncomfortable. There were torn rags hanging on its body. Its sharp claws exuded a cold light, and it stared at the three of them with bloodthirsty eyes.
Then, dense red eyes appeared in the shadows of the hall.
"Ha!"
Nekker roared and swarmed towards the three of them using their hands and feet.
Ida quickly formed seals with his hands and chanted an elf spell.
A dazzling light burst out from her palm, like a miniature sun, instantly depriving several Nekker of their vision.
"Hehe----"
Nekker raised his hands to cover his eyes, running around like a monkey, or rolling on the ground, with tears streaming from his eyes.
Seeing this great opportunity, Aiden grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and rushed forward quickly. As a demon hunter of School of the Cat, his movement speed is extremely fast.
A soft shout came from his mouth, and the silver sword swung, accurately cutting off the heads of two Nekker.
Black blood splattered on the marble slab.
Arwen's steps were light and his voice was cold, "You guard Ida, and leave the peripheral Nekker to me."
Before she finished speaking, she raised her right hand, and the silver-studded glove clasped the neck of Nekker, who was coming towards her.
The opponent kept struggling with his hands, opened his bloody mouth, and emitted a strong stench from his yellowed teeth.
The five fingers exerted force, and with a snapping sound, Nekker's neck was squeezed violently.
For ordinary demon hunters, silver swords are indeed necessary to deal with these monsters.
But that was before, and now Arwen has power comparable to that of a dragon, and can break this rule forcibly.
Suddenly, a slightly larger Nekker rushed out from the left, its sharp claws making a sharp sound in the air.
Arwen rotated his body and dodged easily.
When the number of Nekker reaches a certain level, Nekker Warrior will be born.
Its size is much larger than the ordinary Nekker, and it has certain intelligence and can command the Nekker group to fight.
Nekker Warrior looked at the black-haired demon hunter in front of him, knowing that this was the most powerful enemy.
But when he noticed those beastly eyes that were as bright as gold, his body still shrank subconsciously.
It was also at this moment that the outcome was decided.
A silver rope instantly wrapped around its waist.
The silver chain made a sizzling sound as it burned its skin.
Nekker Warrior screamed in pain, his waist was violently pulled by a huge force, and his body flew into the air and flew upside down.
In its pupils, a black palm quickly enlarged until it filled its entire line of sight.
"Pah!"
Hold the front door of Nekker Warrior with five fingers, [Rotthorn Toxin] activates!
The oily green poisonous light embedded itself into Nekker Warrior's head along the fingertips, instantly corroding its muscles and brain.
Nekker Warrior's body twitched violently, and his limbs immediately became paralyzed and there was no movement.
Arwen flicked his right hand forward and threw Nekker Warrior into the Nekker group.
Nekker Warrior Green bumps bulged out on his ashen skin, like spores, and then exploded.
The green poison spread to the surroundings, and Nekker within a radius of three meters was instantly swallowed up by the green poison cloud.
Nekker people inhaled poisonous mist in their nostrils, scratched their necks with their hands, and collapsed to the ground.
Nekker, like Ghoul, is a corpse-eating creature with extremely high resistance to toxicity.
However, [Rotthorn Toxin] is a talent obtained from Bloodthorn Ghoul King, which cannot be resisted by their poison resistance.
Immediately afterwards, these Nekkers fell to the ground, with green pimples appearing on the surface of the bodies.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The chain explosion of [Toxin Spores] had an effect.
Pieces of Nekker fell down one by one.
A few lucky ones rushed in front of Arwen, and their heads were blown off.
In just a few minutes, more than forty Nekkers that poured out of the hall were all wiped out.
[Kill Nekker, get Nekker Mutagen 25%]×34!
[Nekker Mutagen 850%, synthesis!]
[Nekker Mutagen (white) 8! Install this mutation to slightly improve your own mental power and white talent, Filth Resistance]
[Filth Resistance (white): Improved resistance to low-level diseases, rotting toxins and filthy damage.]
[Do you want to install Nekker Mutagen?]
Install."
A numb itching sensation came from the skin. Arwen moved his neck and didn't even feel anything strange.
He glanced at the panel.
[Filth Resistance], increases his own poison resistance, but his current poison resistance is already extremely high, so just increasing this resistance is just the icing on the cake.
As for that mosquito-leg-like improvement in mental strength, it's better than nothing.
But it is a pity that Nekker Warrior is also included in Nekker and is not calculated separately.
Unfair!
No matter how you calculate it, it must be a boss-level monster!
He complained in his mind, and heard the chanting of the elves behind him.
Ida Aimin raised his hands and released a hurricane, blowing the poisonous mist into the nearby compartment.
Aiden kicked the corpse of Nekker away from his feet, still maintaining the posture of holding the sword, his dark green cat eyes widened, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground in surprise.
He looked at the corpses all over the ground. The corpses were decaying rapidly and emitting a pungent stench.
He took another look at the black-haired demon hunter standing in front of the corpse.
"Oh my god----" His Adam's apple rolled hard, "Is this some new Signs? Or some new type of alchemical bomb?"
Too exaggerated----
I even trembled in my heart. When I meet the demon hunter School of the Wolf in the future, I will definitely speak politely. If I offend this god of plague, I really don't know how I will die.
Ida·Ai Min tightened her black cloak, and the pearl shell necklace on her wrist made a crisp sound.
"Something's wrong," her beautiful elf eyes were very serious and her eyebrows were furrowed, "Nekker, among the monsters after Conjunction of the Spheres, is the same as Ghoul, belonging to the lowest level."
"Look at those guys outside the castle, the mutated lizards, Giant Thorny Devil Tree, each one of them is a difficult monster to deal with."
"According to logic, Nekker has long been the food and nutrients in their mouths."
"How could they be allowed to settle in this castle?"
Aiden heard this and silently agreed with Ida's words.
"The elf sorceress is right. According to the circumstances, this is indeed the case."
Arwen stood still and did not return to the team. He pointed to the surrounding area and said, "As a castle that has been abandoned for hundreds of years, except for the footprints made by the group of Nekker just now and the dust they caused, this place is - too clean -"
Aiden and Ida's bodies were both in awe, and their concentration did not relax at all.
Indeed, although the furnishings in the hall are dilapidated, there are no cobwebs or even bat droppings, giving it a strange sense of cleanliness.
Suddenly!
"Buzz buzz----"
The demon hunter badges on the chests of Arwen and Aiden began to vibrate at a high frequency at the same moment.
This kind of vibration frequency is definitely not caused by ordinary monsters.
There was a shrill sound of wind in the hall, which was terrifying.
Arwen The cat's eyes suddenly condensed, and his eyes were cold.
Without turning his head, he stretched out his right hand like lightning, with five fingers like hooks, and with Thunderbolt momentum, he decisively inserted into the empty shadow beside him.
"Tsk!"
With the sound of breaking through the air, my fingers tightly grasped something cold and slippery.
Arwen slowly turned his face sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.
"Got you----"
The shadow receded like a tide, revealing a ferocious female face.
Her mouth was split to the base of her ears, and the upper and lower rows of teeth kept colliding like steel knives, making a horrifying sound.
There is still blood between the teeth, enveloping the stench.
Her long dark hair cascaded down the back of her head.
She was completely naked, her figure was slim and hot, and her veins were bulging out under her pale skin.
It's a sexy scene, but it can't arouse any male desire.
"What the hell!" Aiden said in a cold voice, "It's Bruxa! How could this monster appear here?"
Bruxa is the terrifying creature that appeared after Conjunction of the Spheres.
They are extremely agile and like to hang out among ruins.
They have beautiful faces and wonderful figures that ordinary women cannot have, and they often appear naked.
If a drunk man meets them in the middle of the night, he will definitely become their mobile blood bag.
Although there is a saying in Arwen's hometown, it is said to die under peonies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost.
However, Bruxa's methods are extremely cruel. He often dismembers people alive and tastes human blood and internal organs when they are awake.
Bruxa was grabbed by the throat, his body kept struggling in mid-air, his legs kicked wildly, and his sharp claws tried to tear Arwen's arms apart.
But with the talent blessing of [Draconid Scale] and [Kikimore Carapace], her claw attack is no different from tickling.
Her eyes were fixed on Arwen, a look of fear gradually appeared in her eyes, and a cold sound sounded like wind from her ferocious mouth.
"Let go----let me go----"
"You damn human ---- dare to intrude into the master's territory----"
"Master?"
Arwen heard this and sneered. Instead of relaxing, his five fingers slowly tightened, pinching her neck bones to the point of being overwhelmed.
Bruxa looked in extreme pain.
The birthplace of Morgraig, Order of Witchers, was occupied by a blood-sucking monster.
If this matter reaches the ears of the demon hunter schools, I am afraid they will be able to put aside all disputes and raise their swords to fight here again.
This is no longer as simple as a doctrinal difference.
This is simply an insult to the profession of witcher.
At this moment, a sinister voice echoed in the hall.
"As she said, Witcher, let go of my servant!