Blood tax

Human skin...

Griffith's scalp tingled for a while, and he looked at the object picked up from the branch again to confirm that his judgment was correct.

Some kind of man-eating monster has invaded the way in and out of Canaan.

Following the water flow that brought this human skin, Griffith gradually went deeper into the dark sewer.At the corner ahead, a light blue mist was steaming, adding a bit of weirdness to the deep darkness.

This is the light mist, the underground magic energy network transmits magic power to the ends of the twigs in Canaan, the diffused energy and the diffraction phenomenon after the action of particles in the air.

Following the trajectory of light and mist, Griffith found a flat land above the water.

This is a large dry ground, scattered with torn tents, blankets, and grooves have been dug in the walls, and there are kerosene lamps made of brass.Blackened messy tracks and drag marks stretched into the black water.

Pots, bowls, kettles, rifles, and daggers were scattered on the ground. There was a fierce fight at the scene, and some stinky unknown liquid was left hanging on the objects.

It seemed that this was a temporary camp, most likely the camp of the Confederate agents in charge... Griffith started immediately and found a diary among the debris.

The author of the diary did not leave his name, but the exquisite cowhide cover and paper, and the new-style musket broken in the debris pile all showed the identity of the author.

【Log [-]】

"The swamp here is eerily quiet.

"Before we set out, we were told that those poor wretches who lived in the sewers tied newborn lambs to rafts and pushed them into the water.

"Sacrifice is offered every night of the blue moon, but children are still missing.

"But this can't shake my will. The superior appointed me as a guide to serve a big man. This is my chance to make a difference!"

【Log [-]】

"We set up camp in the sewers that lead to the city. Although our noses are getting used to the stench, the mists that escape from the pipes still make us sick.

"The natives here, if you can call these drug addicts like that, it's really disgusting. They hide in the dark like cockroaches. It's hard to connect them with humans with their dry faces and fingers, but they are more like some kind of insects. The only thing on the minds of the owners of these stinky pools is to regularly go to the crevices of the ground to suck the leaked magic mist, and terrazine can no longer satisfy them.

"They are always talking about black tongues in the water, and their confusion made me question the reliability of all the information.

"I have to re-plan the route and not let that big man down."

【Log [-]】

"Good news: I get free mushroom soup.

"Bad news: I have mushrooms growing on me."

【Log [-]】

"There are far fewer junkies! Those fissures seeping the mist should be full of people.

"It's strange that I didn't notice their migration. Although they are all insignificant idiots, I must pay more attention to the danger in the dark."

[log five]

"A few scouts didn't report back to the camp at the stipulated time. I ordered others to double their guards and be on guard at any time."

【Log [-]】

"The witcher has finally arrived.

"These bastards in riding boots are over the top, but they're undeniably top-notch lads. I give tasks, they clean." …

[log five]

"I found a broken foot with a witcher's riding boot on it."

Griffith stopped suddenly, something touched his spirituality.He looked at the black water not far away, and suddenly felt that something under the water was staring at him.

The other part of the log shows the roads that have been explored. Starting from the camp at the foot, it takes about one day to reach the city of Canaan.

From here forward, it is a road full of dangers and unknowns. I don't know what monsters are lurking in the dark.Most of the original responders are gone.

Forward, or backward, that is the question...

The safety of Galadia and the movements of Canaan are completely shrouded in mist. What is happening and what is about to happen must be carefully investigated and studied, otherwise there is a great possibility of falling into a trap or bumping into it. The unspeakable mysterious and desperate situation.

"Enemy situation, terrain, troop situation, and social situation, you can't be lazy." Griffith took a deep breath, restrained his mind, and cheered himself up.

"As long as you understand the enemy's situation, our situation, and the terrain, your determination will be fast, hard, and firm. You will not be confused by any illusions, and you will not be frightened by any difficulties. If the situation is unclear, you will Hesitating, hesitating, missing a good opportunity, or reluctantly making up his mind, when encountering turmoil, hearing fearful complaints and incorrect suggestions, it is easy to waver, and it may be a mistake, and all previous efforts will be wasted."

While chanting military principles in his heart, he summoned up his courage and continued to grope in the dark.

High-end equipment comes with some lighting functions, coupled with powerful perception and faint light and fog, Griffith gradually mastered the environment, carefully observing and recording along the way.Gradually, he began to doubt his and Roland's judgment, questioning why he chose to take such a path.

The elves drain the filth into the forest through the sewers here.The pipes have long been broken, and at intervals they are exposed to the night sky.The tunnel leads to the waterhole, and the waterhole leads to the crypt.The surrounding water does not seem to be deep, but there are swamps hidden under the fallen leaves and dead branches that can swallow an army.

The hooting of owls echoed in the treetops.The refreshing maple and birch forests have long since disappeared, replaced by endless gloom and corruption.

The stench of decay fermented in the woods, and swamps hid beneath the thick leaves, the smell of victims of unfortunate missteps.

The night here is thicker than the filth of the sewers.In the palpitating silence, there is a faint, never-ending illusory sound of dripping water, passing away with reason.

Such a dangerous environment can no longer be called a forest, it is simply a breeding ground for evil things.Not to mention the regular army, even the elite Extraordinary team will be bit by bit sanity swallowed and lost in the darkness.No wonder the millennia of orc and troll armies can only be repeated under the elf stronghold with dead bodies to pave the way...

Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound.

The moon above the head has long been dyed green, hanging high in the sky, casting evil thoughts and weirdness on the earth.There was no smell of living things around.Only furtive ravings rose from the depths of darkness. …

In the shadows illuminated by the green light, shadows that were more shriveled and ugly than dead branches flashed past.

coming!

They are silent and blend in with the withered surroundings.At some point, they were densely entrenched in the gaps and shadows.

Griffith immediately retreated into a sewer.There were bursts of abnormal neighing that did not belong to human or animal organs, showing ferociousness.This weird ominous sound was mixed with the sound of mucus flowing and dripping, as if it wanted to melt the bones and flesh of people.

The monster no longer hides, and dense and terrifying auras follow from all directions.

"Hiss..."

They seem to be the embodiment of terror, dripping indescribable saliva, accompanied by the distant and strange sound of the flute, which makes people tremble from the heart.

They are like insects and animals, and every corner is branded with abnormalities and grotesques that make people fear primitively.

They have been waiting for a long time.

There are curly, eerie shadows everywhere.

Griffith felt surrounded by the front, back, left, and right, and immediately threw a box behind him. The predator spider web opened its tentacles like a jumping spider, and it was ejected in the air and nailed to the wall.The spider silk strengthened by evil iron gleamed in the dark, weaving a fine and sharp trap.

Griffith laid cobwebs in two directions one after another, blocking the road.No matter where the enemy comes from, he can meet the enemy head-on.

"The shield unfolds,

"Domination, tactical control.

"Ultra-level battlefield awareness, the combat state is activated."

Griffith disperses his psychic power, activates the four-layer shields of Frost, Medal, Perseverance Shield and the Emblem of the Chosen One, ignites three vetoes, inserts them on the ground, opens the hammer of conviction, and takes one from his waist Grenade, sword-like eyes swept across the surging shadows in the darkness.

"All fear stems from...

"Insufficient firepower."

Griffith threw a grenade at a group of black shadows rushing.

"boom!"

The strong light illuminated the dragon-shaped outline, and viscous liquid dripped from the petal-shaped mouthparts densely covered with fine and sharp teeth.

A son of Domon covered with a metal-like black carapace rushed towards him.

Griffith grabbed a veto and threw it.The top-level armor-piercing throwing gun let out a stern roar, shattering the monster's heavy armor with one blow, and exploding a large cloud of green juice.

The second veto was thrown immediately after, and this blow shattered the top of the sewer, knocking down the two monsters that circled from above together with the gravel.

The third veto made a thunderous explosion, tearing off the entire upper body of a monster.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream from behind, and the spider web arranged behind locked up a Son of Domon.This monster was obviously stronger than the ones that appeared in Byeran, biting desperately, trying to break free from the deadly net.However, even without Griffith's action, the sharp net rope began to tighten rapidly, tearing and crushing the monster's carapace bit by bit!