It was the same routine and familiar route. Once again, Grim set out on his patrol.
However, something was different today.
As soon as he stepped onto the gravel path, Grim sensed something strange. Today … These monsters seemed to be abnormally excited, and all of them were behaving in an unusual manner.
His first stop was the Killer Grove.
Before he even got close to the Killer Grove, Grim was frightened by today's scene.
The scavenging crows were densely packed on the shriveled, withered, and murderous tree. They stared at Grim with their scarlet eyes, but they were eerily silent. This was not how they usually behaved.
To be honest, being stared at by hundreds of scavenging crows at the same time would cause even the bravest acolyte to feel a chill down his spine. But what surprised Grim even more was the silence of the flock of scavenging crows. If it was any other day, the ear-piercing screeches of a dozen scavenging crows would be enough to disturb the peace of a kilometer.
But today …
Looking at their posture, it was as if they were waiting for a feast.
The knowledge in Grim's mind told him that these scavenging crows would only be so quiet and patient when they were waiting for their food. It was said that in the wilderness, these crows could follow a traveler who was on the verge of death for days and nights without rest, waiting for the moment when the other party could not take it anymore and collapsed.
Grim slowly walked on the gravel path under the 'welcome' of hundreds of scavenging crows. He was surrounded by evil people who harbored evil intentions.
"A.I. Chip, can you scan the surroundings? I want to know what happened here! " Grim could no longer stand the oppressive atmosphere and finally gave the A.I. Chip an order.
[Beep. Instant scanning mission initiated … Establishing dynamic monitoring of the surrounding environment … Beep beep beep … Unknown source of smell detected … Southeast direction … 500 metres away …]
Unknown smell?
Grim took a deep breath and slowly savored it. Finally, he detected a trace of blood in the damp fog. No wonder the monsters were so excited today! Even he could detect the smell of blood, and they were ten times more sensitive than him. Of course, they became restless.
Looking at the days, it was not the 'open day' that was held once a month! Could it be that someone had snuck in?
With a stomach full of questions, Grim gulped down a bottle of Water of Aran, pulled up his hood, and hurriedly headed in the southeast direction.
Orchid water, a special magic medicine made from Orchid grass, could effectively close all the pores of the user's body and prevent the power of the user's body from leaking out. However, it only lasted for half an hour.
…
Whispering Garden.
The once quiet and serene abandoned garden had now turned into a terrifying battlefield.
Grimm could already hear the shrill screams of the baby monsters and the screams of the undead, as well as the curses of the human mercenaries. Of course, what attracted him the most was the thick and pungent smell of blood. Using the trees and weeds as cover, Grim slowly approached the battlefield. Soon, he found a good vantage point where he could observe everything at close range.
Two teams were fighting in the arena.
The attackers were, of course, the horrifying Aberrations and undead that had gathered here, while the defenders were a group of 17 mercenaries.
This was a strong and capable mercenary team. All of the members were strong and muscular. Their equipment was decent as well. They had thick and sturdy shields made of hardwood, as well as small arm and round shields. Almost everyone had a set of bows and arrows, so it was not a problem for them to hunt down ordinary magical beasts.
Unfortunately, they were surrounded by the scariest monsters in the Whispering Garden — the Aberrations.
The Aberrations didn't have feet. They crawled on the ground with a pair of sharp claws, dragging a long umbilical-like thing behind them. They were evil and twisted. Although their bodies looked like human babies, their faces were full of wrinkled, dead skin. Their facial features were squeezed together, making them look extremely ugly.
Amidst the knee-high weeds and shrubs, these short little monsters were constantly moving about, their ear-piercing curses and screeches rising and falling one after another. Every time a baby screamed, the human mercenaries would scream in fear.
Although these Aberrations were short, each of them had at least 5 points of strength, which was equivalent to the strength of an adult man. Their sharp claws were even more terrifying. Every time they pounced on the human shields, they would leave deep claw marks on the shields.
But the worst thing was the curse of their baby cries.
When Grim arrived, the Aberrations were trying to use their bodies to break through the human mercenaries' shield defense.
One by one, the baby monsters used their claws to crawl quickly in the grass, and then used the momentum to leap into the shield formation formed by the mercenaries. But every time, they were blocked by the arm shields of the mercenaries who were ready for battle. There was even a Aberration that couldn't escape in time and was nailed to the ground by the arrows of the archers.
The Aberrations that were nailed to the ground were still fierce. They used their claws to crazily dig at the soil, while they raised their bodies and screamed at the nearest human mercenary.
The cry was sharp and ear-piercing. Perhaps it was just an unpleasant noise in the ears of others, but when it fell into the ears of the mercenary holding the big shield, he immediately fell into the terrifying effect of the "curse".
The sturdy mercenary suddenly threw away his shield and covered his ears with both hands. He shouted in horror, "Come and save me … I can't see anything …"
As he screamed, two streams of blood flowed from his closed eyes. It was a horrifying scene.
With a rustling sound, two more baby monsters emerged from the bushes. Their ugly meatball faces were filled with hideous smiles. They opened their wrinkled and deformed mouths and screamed at the "blind" mercenary.
Blindness, Madness, and Confusion!
Even official sorcerer-apprentices would find it hard to resist the curse of the Infant Demons, let alone these human mercenaries who were born as mortals. Before the mercenary's companions could knock him out, he had already knocked everything in front of him and ran out of the shield wall.
"No! Bazar, come back!"
A middle-aged man who looked like a mercenary captain shouted from behind, but it was too late.
If someone were to look down from the sky, they would be able to see the bushes around the mercenary team rustling and falling, aiming at the mercenary who was running away in a daze.
"Bazar!" A sturdy man threw his shield away and picked up his battle axe. He wanted to save the mercenary, but he was stopped by the captain.
"Don't go, Tucker! It's too late … "The captain grabbed the sturdy man's shoulder and looked at Bazar's figure. He was filled with sorrow and helplessness.
There was no need for him to remind them. Soon, Bazzar, who was running around in the bushes in the distance, was pushed to the ground by the Baby Monsters. The painful screams lasted for only a dozen seconds before they stopped. The only sound left was the sound of the Aberrations tearing flesh.
Even though the mercenaries could not see the Aberrations eating due to the weeds, the trembling of the withered grass and the terrifying screams were enough for them to imagine a more terrifying scene. Their determination and fighting spirit, which had persisted to fight the monsters to the death, began to wane.
* Whoosh … *
Suddenly, a white fireball the size of a human head shot out from the middle of the mercenary team, dragging a long tail of black smoke behind it. It landed like a cannonball in the area where the Aberrations were feeding.
In the next second, a deafening explosion sounded. The terrifying elemental flames swelled up and engulfed the surrounding ten metres, drowning everything in a huge wave of flames.
With just one attack, the defenseless Aberrations had lost over twenty of them. The fourteen Aberrations at the center of the elemental fireball were instantly turned to ashes, while those at the edge of the explosion were more or less burned. In that moment, the shrill cries of the Aberrations pierced through the clouds!
Fire element spells?!
Grimm, who was silently observing from the shadows, was startled for a moment. His eyes quickly scanned the mercenaries, and he soon discovered three suspicious targets in the middle of the mercenary group that looked similar to him.
Black hooded cloaks covered their bodies, not exposing a single inch of their skin. However, judging from their skeletons, they should be two males and one female.
Three apprentices who were out adventuring?
Since he could not see his opponent, he could not estimate his opponent's strength. Grimm did not dare to act rashly. He secretly took out the Witchcraft Amulet.
He secretly took out a protective spell talisman and reported the situation to the Wizard Tower.
In just a short while, the Aberrations who had suffered a great loss had summoned the undead that lived with them.
The undead that could live with the monsters were not low-level corpses like skeletons. They were bodies of consciousness formed by intense resentment and terrifying malice. They still retained their humanoid appearance, but they did not have a real body. Their innate ability to change between reality and illusion allowed them to ignore most physical attacks and defenses.
From the outside, they looked like a group of hazy shadows. Their heads were relatively clear, and one could clearly see the outline of a human's face. Their arms were a pair of sharp ghostly claws that looked solid, while their lower bodies were blurry. From afar, it looked like their legs had merged with the void.
As soon as these guys rushed out of the forest, the sky was filled with ear-piercing ghostly howls, and the temperature of the battlefield suddenly dropped by a few degrees.
With dozens of terrifying undead that almost covered the sky, the defensive circle that had been able to hold on just now collapsed in an instant.
The undead that had turned invisible rushed into the crowd without any fear, ignoring the swords, shields, and spears in the mercenaries' hands. They used their cold ghostly claws to scratch horrifying wounds on the mercenaries' bodies. Some of the terrifying undead directly rushed into the mercenaries' bodies and took over their bodies, then turned around and attacked their companions.
With the openings created by the undead, the evil Aberrations kept breaking into the battlefield, using their terrifying curses to destroy the mercenaries' willpower. Then, they dragged the mercenaries into the wild grass and ate them.
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