From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

They are usually separated by partitions, either for observation or feeding; but at this moment, they are all thrown into the same confined space like a Colosseum, with only one purpose - that is to kill!

This is the background that a warlock who has devoted himself to research for hundreds of years in a laboratory should possess, and this is the purpose of Thomas Molu.

He has been seriously injured and lost most of his magic ability, so he wants to use the portal in this hall to set up a big meat-grinding array of monsters and monsters for Lann!

Geralt did not hesitate to add a Quen sign for defense, and turned to Lann and shouted: "Did your information channel mention this situation?"

After throwing a honeycomb bomb, Lan En counted down the seconds and rolled to avoid the aftermath, and shouted: "Stop being clever, have you ever encountered such a situation in your witcher career, what should you do now?"

Thomas Molu laughed wildly in the air, and the strange voice unique to the demon echoed throughout the hall: "I will tear you all to pieces! Lannisters, invaders, and failures!"

Suddenly, a stone was thrown up like a sharp sword and passed through the spirit body of Thomas Molu.

It was a failed mutation thrown out from the teleportation array on the second floor. He had already lost his words and reason, but the reflection of Thomas Molu in his eyes brought him an unquenchable anger.

"Damned flop!" cried Thomas Molu in a rage. "Destroy him!"

The eyes of the golems and gargoyles flashed for an instant, and they dropped their original targets, turned around and rushed towards the humans who failed to mutate.

While splitting a ghoul, Lann staggered towards Sward, and his eyes lit up when he saw this scene.

He quickly looked around, only to see a dozen water ghosts hanging on the soldiers, tearing the poor humans clean, then turned around and rolled with the ghouls;

The giant centipede attacks everything around it indiscriminately, and even hinders the golems and gargoyles that execute the master's orders;

Not to mention the five failed mutant humans who have been relentlessly harassing the heavenly Thomas Molu on the ground in vain.

Things seem to be turning around.

Geralt, who had many times more experience than him, would naturally not ignore things that Lan could notice.

The exploration team brought over was almost dead, and only Lan, Geralt, Druid, and Sward remained. The four of them formed a formation to guard the surroundings, and Geralt shouted at them: "Do you understand what?"

Lane responded: "Only the golem and the gargoyle are controlled by him, and the rest of the monsters are fighting on their own."

Sward received it out of breath: "Then we just need to pull that guy in midair down, and he will be attacked or even killed, right? Is he Thomas Molu, why is he like a 'ghost'? "

The druid shouted angrily: "But what's the use of killing that guy? The remaining monsters are enough to kill us more than ten times. Why don't we find a chance to rush into the portal and escape!"

Lan shook his head and rejected the druid's proposal: "These portals are under the control of Thomas Molu, we can't escape with him, and we don't know if the situation on the other side of the gate will be better than here. Worse. I have a better offer-"

He pointed to the demon spirit in the sky: "I was thrown here by him temporarily opening the portal. He can open the portal to come, and he can also open the portal to leave. We pulled him down and let him be besieged by monsters, forcing him to open Portal to escape, let's use his portal to go!"

Geralt frowned and observed. At this time, the golems and gargoyles were about to kill all the humans who failed to mutate, and the giant centipede jumped between the water ghost and the ghoul.

The battle of the monsters seems to be over soon, and there is not much time left for them to plan before the battle.

"There's one more problem now," Geralt said, "I can pull Thomas Molu down and make sure he can be attacked, but how do we make sure the monsters keep besieging him before they kill us?"

Lan En had been prepared for a long time and said, "I can guarantee it."

He took out an old badge and explained: "This is a badge I bought from a mage. When it is hung around the neck, it can attract the enemy to attack the badge. We are very lucky—— Although most of the demon spirit's body was burned, he still has a neck."

This is one of the magic items purchased from Triss before!

Geralt nodded knowingly: "Then I'm fine."

After Lann finished speaking, he took a deep breath, pulled out the lion head silver sword, turned his head and handed it to Sward and said, "I can't swing the sword anymore, I will leave it to you for safekeeping, the silver sword can be used better Injure those monsters, we will cooperate with Geralt to stop the monsters before the demon spirits fall.

Give me all the bombs and I'll cover you. "

At this time, Lan's hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and his arms were completely exhausted. He killed Thomas Molu's body with his own strength before, and then used the whirling sword dance to slash dozens of swords with high intensity, and finally fell from midair wearing heavy armor, and had already suffered a lot of damage.

If it weren't for his physical fitness surpassing ordinary people, he would have been exhausted and lying on the ground with broken muscles and bones.

The way Lann can maximize his combat effectiveness now is to use his bug-like [immobilization as a mountain] and cooperate with bombs to become a "self-explosive infantry" that will not hurt himself.

Everything was ready, and the monsters finally turned their attention to this side.

After the initial adaptation to the unfamiliar environment, their biological instinct tells them that they should give priority to dealing with the group with the fewest number, the smallest size and the weakest appearance on the field.

Sward brandished the newly acquired lion-headed silver sword, and felt that courage poured into his whole body in an instant, and shouted: "Mr. Blocking monsters.

Never let them bother you until I'm down! "

Thomas Molu in the air controlled the golems and gargoyles and strode towards Lan and his party. This group of heavy monsters made the ground rumble continuously, and the other monsters who had suffered from them just now couldn't help but Make way.

Lann warned his companions loudly: "Don't fight them hard, golems and gargoyles are hard to hurt by swords, and both have great magic resistance. Let's try to lean towards the water ghosts and see if we can Let them fight again."

Sward nodded yes, his palms were slightly sweaty.

But at this time, the Druid did something unexpected to everyone present.

When preparing, he is the closest to the wall. Facing the approach of the magic guards such as monsters and gargoyles, he suddenly muttered something, and thrust the wooden stick in his hand into the ground, and the huge force directly made the wooden stick penetrate the rock.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of vitality surged from the wooden stick, and within a few short breaths, it took root and sprouted, and whipped out countless roots and vines in the surroundings, wrapping around the approaching magic guards, causing They couldn't move for a while.

Lan En's eyes lit up, and before he could say a word of praise, he saw the druid suddenly roared, and unexpectedly burst out the magic power in the form of a shock wave in the most primitive way, overturning a few people who were about to pounce on him while taking advantage of the chaos. The water ghost briefly created a vacuum around it.

Then he rushed into the portal closest to him, and disappeared in an instant.

He ran away.

Sward and Lann stared wide-eyed at this behavior of fleeing.

The purpose of the young druid's joining the exploration team this time is different from Geralt's half-hire and half-helper, and even more different from the servants like Sward. He was originally the guide introduced by Mossak, and then came in to explore together because he wanted to get a share of the ruins.

He and a group of people are not friends, let alone have the obligation to fight to the death for Lann. As a long-lived magic profession, life is the most precious. At this critical juncture, when he thought Lann's plan was more risky, he naturally chose his own plan.

"Damn!" Lan En couldn't help but swear angrily.

The invisible Thomas Moluyin watched this scene with a smile, controlled the magic guards to break free from the vines that were not under the control of the druid, and rushed towards the group of people rumbling again.

Lane and the others lost their only caster.

Sward was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak for a while. He looked at Lann behind him, looked at the monster in front of him, and held the lion's head silver sword tightly, his eyes became decisive:

"For Cintra, for Lannister!"

The sword attendant yelled loudly and rushed forward.

Lan grabbed Sward's cloak and pulled him back. The pulling sensation caused a slight tearing pain in his exhausted arm. Immediately afterwards, he turned around and threw a stack of Dragon Dreams, causing explosive gas to fill the space.

"You don't have a brain at all! How much time can be delayed by just going to die like this!" Lann yelled at Sward fiercely, "Go over and stop those water ghosts and ghouls, don't fight hard, every one I have to think hard about how to live a longer life, understand!"

Just as he was speaking, the huge golem in front of him stomped its feet, and a ring-shaped shock wave visible to the naked eye spread out around it.

Lann rushed forward in the direction of the shock wave, using his skills to avoid the instantaneous range damage. Instead, the gargoyle behind the golem and a group of ghouls following far away were affected and flew out.

The gas from Dragon's Dream had already spread, and immediately after that, another pile of Dancing Stars was thrown out.

"Get down on the ground!"

"boom!"

Explosions, fragments, flames, and impacts all exploded in the hall.

Geralt, on the other hand, had nothing to worry about, and nothing that happened around him affected him.

He took out a bottle of potion from the alchemy backpack on his body, bit the wax seal and spit it out with a "poof", then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The amber cat eyes in the darkness became brighter.

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