Chapter 32: Gargoyle

Passing through the arched stone bridge above the pond, what connected it was another dark corridor carved with various exquisite murals.

A few elves and dwarves holding weapons guarded the platform outside the corridor, guarding against monsters rushing out from the corridor and harming their residents.

After seeing Wayne, who was fully armed, walking over, these few elves and dwarves all nodded respectfully to the Witcher, expressing their respect.

Unlike the ordinary residents in the camp, as warriors, they could better appreciate the power of a Witcher.

The dozens of Drowners killed yesterday were still vivid in their minds. Such a large number was something that required an army of more than 20 people to have a possibility of defeating.

However, just two Witchers could kill them almost unscathed, and judging from the wounds of those monsters, almost every one was killed in one blow, which was a level that ordinary people could never reach no matter what.

Worthy of respect.

Facing the attitude of the dwarf and elven warriors, Wayne smiled back, and there was a trace of pride in his heart.

No one doesn't like the respect of others, especially Witchers like them who risk their lives and take removing monsters as their duty.

It's just that there are too few sensible people in this world, too many muddled unruly folk, coupled with the deliberate guidance of the ruling class and the Eternal Fire Church, which made the profession of Witcher, which should be respected, in such an awkward state.

It makes people sigh.

After entering the corridor, the surroundings were still pitch black, but with the help of the Cat potion, Wayne could see the surroundings clearly.

These ruins had not been disturbed for thousands of years. Even if any mechanisms or traps were set up back then, they were presumably already damaged under the action of time.

Wayne held his sword and moved forward cautiously, soon passing through the corridor and arriving at a huge room similar to a banquet hall.

The banquet hall was very large. Although there were no windows, the walls on all sides were carved with exquisite marble reliefs, especially the ceiling here, which was a huge landscape composed of various weird sculptures.

The space in the hall was very spacious. In the past, many exquisite furniture should have been placed here.

But these wooden furniture had long turned into dust in the thousands of years of time, leaving only some metal items that still retained a trace of their original appearance.

A trace of sigh flashed in Wayne's heart. He took a step and was about to continue exploring toward the interior of the banquet hall when the Witcher medallion on his chest suddenly vibrated, even accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, just like a vibrating mobile phone.

Wayne was startled, immediately stopped moving, gripped his sword tightly, and observed his surroundings carefully.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, but whether in the game or Vesemir's teaching, he knew clearly what he had encountered.

My medallion started to vibrate. There must be a sorceress nearby—oh no, there must be traces of magic nearby.

Wayne narrowed his eyes, his footsteps became lighter. He stuck to the wall and walked cautiously, wanting to go to the back of the banquet hall to see where these traces of magic came from.

However, the owner who designed these ruins was still very capable. Perhaps he was a magician himself, or he invited a highly skilled mage to help.

When Wayne's footsteps just stepped into the range of the banquet hall's dance floor, he heard a cracking sound of rock breaking from the ceiling above his head.

Before Wayne could look up to observe what happened, a strong airflow attacked the position where he was from top to bottom.

In an instant, Wayne's hair stood on end. Without even thinking, he rolled to the side and left the original spot.

Bang! Crack!

A sound like a huge rock weighing several tons falling from a high place made Wayne's mind tremble.

He supported the ground with one hand, stabilized his figure, and looked up, only to see an ugly monster that looked like an overly fat goblin standing in the position where he had originally been.

This monster was composed of gray-blue stones, expressionless, with fluorescent eyes, and a pair of deformed wings on its back, completely unlike a normal monster.

However, just at a glance, Wayne recognized what this was.

Gargoyle, a kind of ugly monster given life, mostly used to protect a mage's laboratory or treasure room. Inside, there was a gemstone called a gargoyle heart developed by mages to control it, which was quite tricky to deal with.

After all, this kind of monster could no longer be counted as a carbon-based life form. It was composed of hard stones. Ordinary weapons hitting it, apart from breaking a little of the stone's surface and breaking one's own sword, would not have much effect.

Fortunately, the Witcher masters of the past had long studied this kind of monster thoroughly. In the monster knowledge learned at Kaer Morhen, the weaknesses of gargoyles were recorded in detail.

Apart from the joints being relatively fragile, these monsters would also fear Witcher silver swords mixed with Dimeritium.

Although the effect of silver sword slashing them was far less clean and neat than slashing flesh and blood life, as long as enough damage was accumulated, they could still be killed.

Besides, this kind of monster also feared anti-magic bombs. When they were shrouded in the dust of anti-magic bombs, they would lose control because the magic power in their bodies was blocked.

Thinking of the records in the books, although this kind of monster was thick-skinned and powerful, their movement speed was quite slow, and they were not invincible enemies.

Wayne exhaled gently, picked up the silver treasure sword Geralt lent him, cast an enhanced version of Quen Shield on himself, and then released a large-area Yrden magic trap on the ground, waiting for the gargoyle's attack with a concentrated spirit.

If it weren't for the fact that this kind of monster only attacked enemies according to the procedures set by the mage and had no mind at all, neither fearing the burning of the Igni Sign nor being controlled by the Aard Sign and Axii Sign, he wouldn't have chosen to fight this monster head-on.

The gargoyle that fell to the ground still stood in place.

It seemed that because it hadn't been activated for thousands of years, the program inside the gargoyle appeared slow or blocked. It stood stupidly for more than ten seconds until Wayne almost couldn't bear it and took the initiative to attack, when this huge, fat guy finally staggered and pounced toward Wayne.

However, when the two sides were together and Wayne actually fought with it, he discovered that this stone monster was not as difficult to deal with as he imagined.

Because the reaction speed of this gargoyle was too slow, or rather, Wayne's speed was too fast.

Under the blessing of his own abilities and the system, Wayne's swordsmanship was comparable to a Cat School assassin master. He could easily roll and jump behind the gargoyle to dodge the monster's powerful attacks. Often when this gargoyle finally turned around to face Wayne with great difficulty, its back joints had already suffered several attacks.

And when the two faced each other, Wayne only needed a few somersaults to dodge a few slaps and stomps, and he could bypass the gargoyle's back again to attack its weaknesses wantonly.

Finally, after Wayne flipped behind the gargoyle for the seventh time and slashed its back joints with his silver treasure sword constantly.

This huge gargoyle finally couldn't support it anymore. From its limbs, neck to body torso, it fell apart into many scattered parts one after another like blocks pieced together, scattering all over the ground.

And among these parts, at the chest cavity of the gargoyle, a fist-sized magic prop that looked like red-green crystal also fell in front of Wayne.

This was the gargoyle heart, the power source of the magic stone statue. 【

Although it cannot be considered very precious, and is not even as valuable as a warhorse, if it were traded to those scholars or wizards who study magic, it would still be enough for an ordinary person to live on for several months.

(End of chapter)