Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 32 Gargoyle

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

A few elves and dwarves with weapons stood guard on the terrace outside the corridor, preventing monsters from rushing from the corridor and hurting their residents.

After seeing the fully armed Wayne approaching, the elves and dwarves nodded respectfully to the witcher to show their respect.

Different from those ordinary residents in the camp, as fighters, they can better understand the power of the demon hunter.

The dozens of water ghosts that were killed yesterday are still vivid in his mind. With such a large number, it is only possible to defeat them with an army of more than 20 people.

However, just two demon hunters were able to kill them almost unscathed, and judging from the wounds of those monsters, almost every one of them was fatal in one blow, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people anyway.

worthy of respect.

Faced with the attitude of the dwarves and elf warriors, Wayne smiled back, with a little pride in his heart.

No one doesn't like the respect of others, especially demon hunters like them who risk their lives to get rid of monsters.

However, there are too few sensible people in this world, too many muddle-headed thugs, coupled with the deliberate guidance of the ruling class and the Church of Eternal Flame, this is why a profession that should be respected as a demon hunter is in this embarrassing state.

It's embarrassing.

After entering the corridor, the surroundings were still pitch black, but with the help of the cat potion, Wayne was able to clearly see things around him.

It is reasonable to say that this ruin has not been disturbed for thousands of years. Even if some traps were set up back then, it is estimated that it has been damaged by time.

Wayne walked forward carefully with the sword in hand, and soon passed through the corridor and came to a huge room similar to a banquet hall.

The banquet hall is very large. Although there are no windows, the surrounding walls are carved with extremely exquisite marble reliefs, especially the ceiling here, which is a huge landscape composed of various weird sculptures.

The hall is very spacious, and many exquisite furniture should have been placed in the past.

But these wooden furniture have been turned into dust for thousands of years, leaving only some metal objects, and some of their original appearance remain.

A sigh flashed in Wayne's heart. He took a step forward and was about to continue exploring inside the banquet when the witcher badge on his chest suddenly vibrated, even accompanied by an undetectable buzzing sound, just like a vibrating mobile phone.

Startled, Wayne immediately stopped moving, clenched his sword tightly, and looked around carefully.

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

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

Wayne narrowed his eyes, and his steps were lighter. He walked cautiously against the wall, wanting to go to the back of the banquet hall to see where the trace of magic came from.

However, the owner who designed this ruin is still very capable. Maybe he is a magician himself, or he invited a highly skilled mage to help him.

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

Before Wayne looked up to see what was going on, a strong air flow hit his position from top to bottom.

In an instant, Wayne's hair stood on end, and without thinking about it, he rolled towards his side and left the spot.

Boom!Ka Ka Ka!
The sound of a boulder weighing several tons falling from a high place made Wayne's heart tremble.

He propped himself on the ground with one hand, stabilized his figure, and looked up, only to see a rather ugly looking monster, like an overweight goblin, standing at his original position.

The whole body of this monster is made of gray-blue stone, with an expressionless face, fluorescent eyes flashing, and a pair of misshapen wings on the back, it doesn't look like a normal monster at all.

But with just one glance, Wayne recognized what it was.

Gargoyle, a kind of stone statue that has been endowed with life, is mostly used to protect the laboratory or treasure room of the mage. Inside, there is a gem called the heart of the gargoyle developed by the mage. It is quite difficult to deal with.

After all, this kind of monster is no longer a carbon-based life. Its whole body is made of hard stones. If it is hacked with ordinary weapons, it will not have much effect except for breaking the skin of the stone and scrapping your own sword.

Fortunately, the master demon hunters of the past had thoroughly studied this monster. The weaknesses of the Gargoyle were recorded in detail in the knowledge of monsters that Kyle Mohan learned.

In addition to the fragile joints, these monsters are also afraid of the demon hunter's silver sword mixed with demon-blocking metal.

Although the effect of cutting them with a silver sword is not as clean as cutting them with flesh and blood, but as long as they accumulate enough damage, they can still be killed.

In addition, this kind of monster is also afraid of anti-magic bombs. When they are covered by the dust of anti-magic bombs, they will lose control because the magical power in their bodies is blocked.

Thinking of the records in the books, although these monsters have thick skin and infinite strength, their movements are quite slow, and they are not invincible enemies.

Wayne exhaled lightly, picked up the silver sword that Geralt had lent him, put a strengthened version of the Quen shield on himself, and then released a huge Arden magic trap on the ground, concentrating on waiting for the gargoyle's attack.

If it weren't for this kind of monster that would only attack the enemy according to the procedures set by the mage, without any mind at all, neither afraid of the burning of the sign of Igni, nor completely immune to the control of the sign of Alder and the sign of Axi, he would not choose to fight head-to-head with this monster.

The gargoyle that fell to the ground still stood there dumbfounded.

It seems that because it has never been activated for thousands of years, the internal program of the gargoyle appeared to be slow or hindered. It stood there for more than ten seconds, until Wayne almost couldn't bear it and took the lead in attacking. This huge fat guy wobbled towards Wayne.

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

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

With his own abilities and system enhancements, Wayne's swordsmanship is comparable to that of a cat school assassin master. He can easily roll over and jump behind the gargoyle to avoid the monster's powerful attack. Often when the gargoyle turns around to face Wayne with difficulty, its back joints have already been attacked several times.

And when the two are face to face, Wayne only needs a few donkey rolls and dodges a few slaps and tramples to re-circle around the gargoyle's back and attack its weak point wantonly.

Finally, after Wayne rolled over behind the gargoyle for the seventh time, he used the silver sword to slash its back joints continuously.

This huge gargoyle finally couldn't hold on any longer. From its limbs, neck to torso, it was like building blocks pieced together. With a few clicks, it turned into many scattered parts and scattered all over the place.

And among these parts, the gargoyle's chest, a fist-sized, red and green crystal-like magic item, also fell in front of Wayne.

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

Although it is not very precious, not even as valuable as a war horse, but if it is traded to those scholars or mages who study magic, it is still enough for ordinary people to live for a few months.

(End of this chapter)