Chapter 72: Fierce Battle with Drowners

Damn, why did it suddenly turn into a Cthulhu style.

Wayne cursed secretly, but he also knew that this evil god Dagon really had a taste of Cthulhu tentacle monsters, and like Cthulhu, he came from the deep sea, and people knew very little about monsters, sea beasts, and demon people in the ocean, even witchers didn't know their information.

Just as he was considering whether to take action and how to take action, suddenly, from a gap on one side of the cave, more than a dozen Drowners wearing linen clothes, wrapping their bodies, and looking quite thin and small, crawled out.

Unlike other naked Drowners, these thin and small Drowners not only wore simple clothes but also hung some decorations made of bones, coral, pearls, and the like on their bodies.

They should be occupations similar to priests, perhaps occupying a quite high status in the society of Drowners.

And at this time, they lined up, holding containers polished from sea beast bones in their hands, and walked slowly toward the blood pool with a respectful posture.

And in these containers, there was fresh blood taken from somewhere, and strange little octopuses the size of eggs were swimming in the blood.

The special Drowner at the front of the team was the most special. He hunched his body, his facial features were withered, his fishy big eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he held a staff flashing with black metal light in his right hand. Unlike the smooth appearance of other Drowners, his chin actually grew six black tentacles two or thirty centimeters long, which were always twisting unconsciously, looking quite terrifying.

Wayne was startled, immediately shrank back to the hidden place, poked his head out, and carefully observed the newly appeared Drowners.

After about a minute or two, they soon walked to the blood pool in the center of the fire basin altar. After chanting a spell of unknown origin, they poured the fresh blood and little octopuses they were holding into the blood pool.

Then, according to an orderly sequence, they sat in several rows on the open space in front of the blood pool in an extremely humble posture, and continued to chant unknown elegies.

The special Drowner who was the leader, while chanting elegies, tapped the ground with the metal staff in his hand. The bang, bang, bang sound actually formed a strange melody, making people unable to help but concentrate on listening.

Listening to the chanting of this group of Drowner priests, the strange little octopuses in the blood pool also became more active. They drilled their tentacles flexibly into the mouths and noses of the six bound hostages, making those hostages who seemed to have fallen into a coma also begin to struggle unconsciously.

Listening to the ancient chanting and melody, even Wayne, who was hiding on the side, felt that his spirit was polluted, as if something wet and slippery was licking his spirit, actually making him feel trance.

Seeing this, Wayne knew he couldn't delay any longer. He first cast an enhanced Quen Sign on himself, then reached out and took three honeycomb bombs with the greatest explosive power from his pouch, lit them, and threw them all at the position of the group of Drowner priests who were kowtowing.

The sound of fire igniting the fuse sounded.

This group of Drowners who were holding sacrificial activities never expected that someone would attack them in their lair.

After hearing the sound, they all looked blankly at the three burning honeycomb bombs that fell beside them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Technology defeated magic. Accompanied by violent fire and sound, the group of Drowner priests who were lined up in several rows were directly blown to pieces by the power of the alchemy bombs before they could react, their limbs flying, turning into dead pieces of meat.

Wayne didn't delay either, and immediately seized the time to rush to the side of the blood pool, using his silver sword to cut off the ropes on the six people, and cut off the tentacle monsters on their faces one by one.

Unfortunately, even so, these six people still had no sign of waking up, and fell straight into the blood pool like losing consciousness.

However, at this time, Wayne had no extra time to care about the condition of these six people.

Because the huge sound of the honeycomb bombs just now had awakened all the Drowner guards watching in the cave. About twenty or thirty Drowner guards and the six Drowner elite warriors guarding near the small cave all screamed and swarmed toward Wayne.

Moreover, Wayne's peripheral vision also saw that at the place where the Drowner priests were blown into minced meat by the three honeycomb bombs just now, that special Drowner with tentacles on its chin, even though it was blown into multiple parts, actually did not die.

It struggled to support itself on the ground with a special metal staff, its bloodshot fishy eyeballs staring dead at Wayne, its mouth roaring in the language of Drowners, its expression very excited, as if it was commanding those guards and elite warriors to attack Wayne together. Without time to think more, looking at the Drowners rushing over from all directions, Wayne took a light breath, gripped the silver sword in his hand, and rushed toward the special Drowner with an extremely fierce posture.

It is said that catching the thief first catches the king. A team with command and a mob without command are two concepts. No matter what, killing this Drowner who looks like the highest status first is absolutely the right choice.

Unexpectedly, seeing Wayne rushing toward it, the special Drowner was not panicked at all. It slammed the special staff in its hand heavily on the ground.

After a dull sound, the metal on the staff flashed, and the corpses of those Drowner priests surrounding it were as if they had been cast with some special power, and they exploded into flesh and blood, floating in the air.

And this foul-smelling flesh and blood, all as if they had consciousness, quickly gathered on the special Drowner, crowding it, and actually formed a layer of sticky flesh and blood armor on its body, expanding its figure to about two meters.

Seeing this, Wayne's eyes narrowed, his thoughts turned rapidly, and he immediately had an idea.

His figure stopped seven or eight meters away from the special Drowner, reached out and took out two alchemy bombs containing silvery-white liquid from his pouch, and threw them toward the position of the special Drowner without thinking.

The Drowner seemed to have noticed the danger, and immediately waved its arm made of flesh and blood, slapping at the two bombs in the air.

Bang! Bang! Two dull explosion sounds, just after contact, the silver-white alchemy bombs exploded on the Drowner's hand.

Accompanied by low temperature and frost, an extremely cold breath instantly shrouded an area several meters wide, including the Drowner's arm and torso, and the flesh and blood armor on its body, all covered with a layer of hard frost in a very short time.

This is a North Wind bomb, a special alchemy bomb developed by witchers, which can freeze enemies in the range in a very short time. It is expensive, but extremely effective against those flesh and blood life forms.

And the moment the special Drowner was frozen, Wayne didn't hesitate at all, his left hand instantly condensed an enhanced Axii Sign, and his body immediately rushed to its front.

As his palm pushed forward with great force, an extremely fierce shock wave directly shook the flesh and blood armor of the special Drowner.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! In a burst of ice shattering sounds, together with the body of the Drowner priest, the entire flesh and blood armor was shattered into ice cubes the size of a fist, and like scattered flowers, they were shattered into fragments by the Axii Sign.

With a clang, the metal staff that lost its owner was also shaken away for several meters, banging on the ground, the sound was quite harsh.

And those Drowners rushing toward Wayne also seemed to be deterred by Wayne's violent killing method, and even the initial momentum of going forward was weakened a bit.

However, the enemy might hesitate or delay, but Wayne's movements did not stop at all. Before the Drowners surrounded him and formed a siege, he immediately chose a direction and rushed up with his silver sword.

Using a style of trading injuries for life, avoiding those powerful moves, letting ordinary attacks hit his armor and Quen Shield, the silver sword in his hand quickly harvested the lives of the Drowners.

Slashing, stabbing, beheading, mixed with the impact of several Igni Signs and Axii Signs, he soon defeated the siege of a dozen Drowners, slashing these weak sub-human warrior warriors into broken corpses.

About ten minutes later, when more than thirty Drowner warriors became ghosts under Wayne's blade, even these stupid Drowners finally understood what fear was and what it meant to be invincible.

Without the command of the priest, their morale finally ran out, and like a mob, they turned and fled the cave one after another.

Only Wayne was left supporting the ground with his silver sword, letting the foul-smelling blood and flesh on his body drip on the ground, panting and standing among the corpses, looking down at their fleeing backs.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 73 =====