Monster Minotaur

A dagger with a weird shape and simple enchantment, several sharp daggers that could be used as throwing knives, and a pair of boots that didn't fit Mo Yan's feet were the equipment found in the monster storage room. The entire storage room is slightly larger than the living room, and there are no windows to see outside.

In addition to being hung upside down by silk threads between caves, a humanoid monster that had been disemboweled and lost a lot of flesh was just a few small barrels woven from plant vines. There were piles of dried leather and some roots and seeds of various plants that Mo Yan had seen last night and some that he had never seen before. The equipment that Mo Yan found was also in these small barrels.

Mo Yan used a dagger to cut off a few pieces of flesh from the body called Polika, but it looked a bit like a birdman, took some pieces of leather and some swollen roots of plants, and cut some pieces from the cocoon. After a few threads, he left the monster's lair, and the entire search process did not take more than twenty minutes.

After taking away everything he could use, Mo Yan eliminated his traces according to anti-tracking guidelines and came to a small hole under a rock not too far away. This was the place he discovered nearby last night, originally occupied by a group of little lemures. Now this place is regarded as Mo Yan's. The dozen or so little evil demons were used by Mo Yan as bait to attract other hell creatures and were placed in the place where he deliberately left traces last night. Those hellish creatures grabbing food and fighting will make the traces difficult to distinguish, making it more difficult to track the monsters.

From yesterday's battle, Mo Yan also learned something. The hell creatures here do not have the habits of the main plane. As long as they are defeated, they will obey the will of the victor. Just last night, those very weak little evil demons either ran away or fought to the end, and no one chose to surrender. It's no wonder that the demon Foss of Hell would invent such a mark. The creatures here are even more wild.

Speaking of the Foss Mark, something that Mo Yan had almost forgotten, even now that he had lost the ability to resist magic, he still couldn't use it like Lilith and the others. Mo Yan thought he had completed all the rituals and recited the mantras in his memory, but there was no reaction.

It seemed that just repeating the ritual and reciting the mantra was useless. There should be some kind of energy running in the body that Mo Yan didn't know about. During the battle, Mo Yan also discovered good news. It was not that he had no power in this hell. He could still use the black flame that had corrosive power. This power has been completely mixed with his soul, and neither the goddess nor the barriers of the gods can take it away.

Let's get a pair of shoes first. Mo Yan, who was sitting on the rock, took out the pieces of leather, used a dagger to cut out the uppers and soles of the red leather, and then made a lot of small holes around it. Finally, white silk thread is used to fasten it into a shoe. Although both the quality and the shape were very rough, at least Mo Yan didn't need to walk barefoot.

While making things, Mo Yan also started thinking about how he would find what he needed next. There are three artifacts that Mo Yan needs to find during this journey to hell. They are a fertility pendant that can increase nearby food production, a time ring that can control time in a very small range, and something called Tai Ruolan's Heart.

Mo Yan can keep the first two things, but the third thing needs to be handed over to the goddess. It is something that can allow the goddess to regain a certain degree of strength. These three instruments were made by the goddess a long time ago. Their preciousness can be seen just from their names and functions. If these artifacts are not lost in some unknown corner of hell, then they must be in the hands of a powerful demon.

If it was the former, Mo Yan would give up. After all, hell is so big and he only has three months. Without accurate coordinates, he would not be able to find it even if he died in hell. If the latter is the case, although it will be very difficult for Mo Yan, who currently only has the strength of an ordinary tauren, there is still a lot of room for maneuver.

The first thing is to find the devil's city. Mo Yan put the shoes on his feet, made a leather belt that could hang daggers and daggers and put it around his waist, and then used the remaining leather to make a small backpack. Put meat and plant roots inside and carry it on your back. He walked out of the cave, chose a route that might avoid the monster, and started his own journey to hell.

The devil's city is a relatively safe place in hell, because the minimum standard for a city to be established is that it has certain systems to ensure the safety of its citizens. Although this does not mean that you can move without risking your life in the city, it is at least better than unattended places in the wild.

It was really a very urgent task to find three artifacts and the God-killing Demon Sword that he had lost within three months. For Mo Yan, who currently has little strength, his plan is to use the powerful demons or hell creatures in the demon city to complete this task.

This is not the first time Mo Yan has done this to take advantage of the situation, in order to destroy a huge and well-organized organization. He once sneaked into it and took advantage of the various differences between the big and small bosses and the opportunities created by some organizations to successfully cause the organization to self-destruct, and he also got all the money of the organization in the bank.

After walking for two days, Mo Yan still couldn't find the city. The proportion of space and creatures in hell was really unreasonable. Except for those low-level creatures that couldn't even speak, Mo Yan hadn't encountered even a single intelligent creature in the past two days. In the past two days, Mo Yan experienced several battles and suffered some minor injuries.

Mo Yan, who was currently on a not-so-high volcano, had better equipment than he had two days ago. Not only did he have a small leather waistcoat on his body, but he also wore leather pants, which had only been covered with a pair of red cloth. There are also two bags hanging from the belt around the waist for storing fragmentary items. These things, which are fixed with biological nerves, are quite strong.

Where are we going to get water? Mo Yan sighed and sat on the ground, nibbling on the dried meat he took out of his backpack, thinking about the biggest problem he had to face at the moment. Yesterday, all the plant roots that could quench thirst had been eaten. In a place like Hell, which is almost full of lava, it is difficult to retain water in the body.

When he hunted two hellhounds in the morning, Mo Yan had to drink their blood to temporarily relieve his thirst. If he couldn't find any drinkable water, Mo Yan would die of thirst in hell. Relying on drinking blood to obtain moisture is not a long-term solution. Minotaurs are not vampires.

In the past two days, Mo Yan had tried to track the little lemures or other hellish creatures to find water. But these guys didn't seem to need to drink water. Mo Yan followed them for nearly half a day and didn't see them looking for water. Mo Yan, who had no time to waste, could only give up the idea and continue to move forward along an arc route.

Just when Mo Yan finished eating the dried meat and was about to continue on the road, he unexpectedly saw a neat team advancing. There seemed to be many hellish creatures that he had never seen before. Not only were there giant-sized creatures, but there were also demons flying in the sky, and monsters made of tentacles and fleshy eyeballs.

Most of them were wearing armor that shone with magical light, and the weapons on their waists and hands were also shining with light. From their formation, it can be seen that they are protecting the center, a steel house carried by four giants. This should be the team of a certain adult from hell. By following them, they should be able to find the existence of water sources and the hell city that Mo Yan has not discovered so far.

Having made up his mind, Mo Yan cautiously approached the team, letting go of the anti-tracking team that was hanging some distance behind the team, and followed behind at a not too far or too close distance. Mo Yan was still very confident in his tracking skills. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to reach his destination like this.

However, just after Mo Yan followed the team, in the richly decorated house being carried by a red-skinned Cyclops, a blindfolded woman showed an interested smile. Piles of black snakes twined around her head. She thought for a moment and said something to the succubus who was kneeling next to her and waiting to serve. After hearing what the hostess said, the succubus also smiled and opened the door of the house to give the order to the devil outside.

Soon a hundred demon knights left the team and charged in the direction of Mo Yan. Their crotches have entered a fighting nightmare, with red flames burning on their black bodies, and a gleam of fear in their bright red eyes. Such powerful creatures are difficult to tame into mounts, and anyone who can conquer them is no weakling.

Even one of the demon knights is far beyond what Mo Yan can deal with now. Mo Yan, who didn't know why he was discovered, saw the cavalry regiment of a hundred people rushing towards him, but he stayed where he was and did not run away. If he wanted to outrun those flying nightmares, he would have to do so only if the goddess suddenly gave him power back.

A tauren? The demon knight who was charging at the forefront almost stopped in front of Mo Yan, and opened the visor of his helmet to reveal his gray-skinned face. He looked at the leather jacket Mo Yan was wearing and the small backpack he was carrying and said arrogantly: It's a bit interesting. Very few monsters from the main plane will come to hell and face our charge without stopping. Tremble, no wonder the master is interested in you. Mount your horse, my master wants to see you.

Please give me a monthly ticket and collect it. Yes...that's it...