My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 113 debut
Torres glanced around and saw a large number of deformed beasts lying on the ground near the tower. Most of them were hit in the head by arrows, and only the gray arrow feathers were exposed on the entire arrow shaft.

To determine that it was an arrow and not a crossbow bolt, you only need to distinguish that there are no tail feathers. Crossbow arrows do not have arrow feathers.

Some beasts have very tenacious vitality. Even if they are injured like this, they will not die immediately. Instead, they will go crazy for a short while and attack everything around them crazily.

He saw a giant bear that stood upright and was more than three meters tall, much bigger than a basketball. There was a small arrow stuck in its huge head, and he slapped the black panther running past him into a meat pie.

The giant bear looked like a drunken madman who couldn't stand still. He was noisy for a while before falling to the ground. From the ups and downs of his body, it could be seen that it was not completely dead.

Crown stared at the edge of the gray fog. Most of the strongest beasts near the tower were shot by him. The giant bear he shot last was even able to reach an extraordinary level judging from the reaction behind the arrow.

There are beasts that have 'evolved' to extraordinary levels. This is definitely not good news.

Even though these crazy beasts have no sense at all, they are fearless precisely because of their madness. No matter how much killing they cause, they still cannot scare them away.

The physical prowess displayed by these beasts was even stronger than the last time they were attacked.

At this moment, there were far fewer wild beasts coming in from outside the gray mist. Hundreds of corpses were already lying outside the wall, and many wild beasts were hanging on the spikes of the wooden stakes in the wall.

These beasts howled and were stabbed into their mouths by the men with their spears.

The beast that jumped over the three-meter-high wall did not cause much damage. Under the leadership of Geralt, Allen, Del and others, it was quickly stabbed into a sieve or minced into pulp.

Each small victory also made those ordinary people no longer panic and gradually showed their due fighting power.

The situation is completely under the control of the camp, but in Crown's heart, the tension has not weakened at all, and the truly dangerous opponent has not yet appeared.

These deformed beasts are just cannon fodder.

"Boom, boom, boom"

As if to echo what he was thinking, the dull sound of drums came from the gray fog.

At first, the intervals between drumbeats were relatively long, and later they became more and more intensive.

Hearing the sound of the drums, Crown didn't hesitate to untie his leather tactical vest that contained a full set of potions, took out the potions and drank them all.

He threw his leather vest on the ground, formed a seal in his hand, and released the Heart-Cleaning Spell and the Golden Light Body Protection.

A faint golden fluorescence shone on his skin, and at the same time a cool feeling spread from his head to his limbs.

. . . .

Amidst the beating of drums, human shouts came from the gray fog.

"hehe"

At first, these sounds were very chaotic, but gradually they became more and more in tune, converging into a wild and crazy sound that even suppressed the volume of the drum beats.

The enemy appeared, and a huge wild boar head protruded from the gray mist. Its mouth had four long tusks, a row of white bone spurs on its back, and its belly was covered with dense eyes. Turning.

Many ordinary people who saw the monster's flashing red eyes felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, with their hair standing on end. Some even couldn't help but retreat and fall from the wooden frame.

Crown felt a hint of spiritual coldness surrounding him, but it was immediately dissipated by the warm golden light that enveloped him.

He looked at the dent on half of the wild boar's face and the two broken tusks, and a burning desire to fight ignited in his heart.

This is an old rival of the camp. The last time he was attacked by cultists, he could only be a spectator. This time, he is fully capable of becoming the main force of the attack.

The monster is much larger than last time, with a body length of five meters and a height of nearly three meters. It is obviously stronger than before.The evil wild boar walked forward, its hooves hitting the ground like a heavy hammer, and there was a faint vibration.

As it walked, it bumped its head left and right, and the wooden piles buried deep in the soil were broken by it like small branches.

Not far behind the wild boar, a slightly petite human appeared in the firelight riding a tall black giant wolf.

Perhaps because they were too close to each other, several giant wolves were biting each other, and the fight ended only after being pulled desperately by their respective riders.

These people wore clothes made of animal skins, with their arms and thighs bare even in such cold weather.

They carried several wooden or bone javelins on their backs and scimitars at their waists.

These people have dark red and white paint on their faces, a few gray-green little finger-thick whiskers on their chins, feather-braided headdresses on their heads, and white bamboo-shaped beads around their necks. There is an ellipsoid-shaped bead the size of an adult's fist.

A cultist who was more majestic than an average adult rode a giant white wolf the size of a horse at the front of the team. One of the white wolf's eyes was yellowish brown and the other dark green.

There are three white ellipsoid-shaped beads hanging on the bead string on the chest of this suspected leader. The paint on his face depicts a deformed octopus with tentacles. The tentacles are dotted with white dots, which seem to be full of eyes.

Crown's vision was also very good in dim light. He discovered that the fist-sized bones were clearly reduced human skulls or animal skulls, and the remaining white 'bamboo joints' were bones such as finger bones.

What surprised him was that these cultists and giant wolves had no major deformities. Although their faces showed mania and bloodthirsty, they were able to restrain their behavior.

Could it be that they have a way to coexist with the gray fog? Is it a gift from the evil god or can humans and animals themselves adapt to the gray fog?

After the wild boar evil creature appeared, there was a cold aura coming from the soul. There was an inexplicable aura near the camp gate. The ordinary people guarding here were silent, and the air seemed to have a weight, making them unable to breathe.

After seeing the enemy appear, Crown's nervous mood relaxed. He asked Torres, who was holding on to the railing and shaking beside him, "Can you go down by yourself?"

The eyes of the wild boar evil creature should be able to send out mental attacks. The young man is just an ordinary person, so it is normal that he cannot deal with it.

"I guess." Torres answered uncertainly, gripping the railing tighter.

Croun suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, like an eagle catching a chicken, he picked him up and carried him out of the tower: "Hold him."

"Ah", the young man slid down holding the wooden stake of the tower.

At this time, Geralt shouted from the tower: "I need a moment to prepare."

Crown turned back: "There is potion in the wooden house, take it yourself."

"This evil thing must be stopped," Nick shouted in a deep voice. He shook his flail and slapped his shield. "It wants to open a passage for the cultists behind. These giant wolves may jump directly over the wall after accelerating. I'll do it first." Go and hold it back.”

"Wait a minute," Croun called him hurriedly, "I'll say hello to it in a friendly way first and try out its current condition."

I don’t know if it’s due to overconfidence or because I didn’t sense the threat, but the monster didn’t have the fluorescence of the Shining Spirit Armor.

The corner of Croun's mouth raised slightly and a cold light shot out from his eyes. He took out three arrows from his quiver and stretched his long bow into a full moon.

"Whoosh", three arrows were shot out at the same time, one aimed at the eyes on the wild boar's head, and the other two aimed at the eyes on its belly. The arrows flew out at lightning speed.

No matter what the creature, carelessness pays the price.

The bowstring was still ringing softly, and the monster seemed to have been stabbed in the anus, letting out a shrill and angry howl.

(End of this chapter)