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Chapter 231 The Manor

When Mattia, the man in black robes, saw that the gushing poisonous springs released by the Poison Spring Surger had not achieved the desired effect, he knew that continuing the battle would be pointless.

Since it's pointless, you should cut your losses quickly.

Although Mattia looked unwilling, he quickly took a step back and gradually disappeared into the shadows.

The whole process was all about surprise. While Fana and Stephania were locked in combat with the black-robed archers, Richard's view was blocked by the Poison Spring Surgers.

A few seconds later, Richard realized that Mattia had disappeared.

However, he did not dare to let his guard down and remained highly vigilant.

Since Mattia can't be found immediately, the Poison Spring Surger in front of us becomes the primary target for elimination.

The Poison Spring Surger truly lived up to its reputation as a high-level Tier 1 mutated elemental creature; Richard had to expend a tremendous amount of effort to successfully kill it.

Of course, part of the reason lies with Richard himself.

Richard's only offensive talent spell is "Mental Shock".

This mental-based innate sorcery, when fighting enemies of roughly the same level, tends to focus more on controlling the battlefield.

Because when a mental shock hits an enemy, it usually only causes intense mental pain or shock to opponents of similar strength, which manifests as the enemy being temporarily stunned for a few seconds.

In terms of destructive power, it is inferior to some purely offensive elemental magic.

In addition, Richard's own undead summon, the Wraith Abomination, is a 100% pure physical attack summon when there are no wraiths inside its belly.

This works very well in certain situations, but it can also be very unusable in others.

For example, in the current situation, it is very difficult to use because the vengeful spirit is facing a pure elemental creature, and it is also poisonous.

With Richard's assistance, the Poison Spring Surger's innate abilities were interrupted from time to time with mental shocks. Taking advantage of this, the Wraith Abomination rushed forward and launched a fierce attack on the Poison Spring Surger with a giant iron axe and a chain ball!

However, even when the Poison Spring Surgers are occasionally stunned and unable to fight back effectively, the Wraith Abominations still suffer heavy losses on themselves, killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own.

With each strike, the vengeful spirit would splatter a highly toxic blue liquid, much of it splashing onto its arms and even its body, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Each time a Poison Spring Surger endures a slash from a vengeful spirit, it must expend energy to regenerate and replenish its body.

Therefore, it turned into a war of attrition.

Two minutes later, after the vengeful spirit cleaved the Poison Spring Surger into small pieces for the seventeenth time, it finally reduced the Poison Spring Surger from more than three meters tall to just over one meter tall, greatly weakening its combat power.

The vengeful spirit loathed its own body, which had already been extensively corroded. Its hands, chest, and other areas not protected by the mimicry metal were riddled with corrosion pits, resembling skin that had been doused with a large amount of concentrated sulfuric acid.

Especially on his arms, large patches of skin had peeled off, revealing yellowish fat and even scarlet muscle tissue.

The black-robed archer on the rooftop, who had been hoping to turn the tables, seemed to realize that things were hopeless. He immediately threw a bottle of poison gas at his feet and, under the cover of the pale green smoke, quickly broke free from his fight with Fana and Stephania and left the scene.

Instead of pursuing the enemy, Fana and Stephania quickly descended to join Richard in attacking the Poison Spring Surger.

Under the combined attack of the three, it wasn't long before the Poison Spring Surger let out a mental scream!

The pale blue liquid no longer had the energy to form a human shape, turning into a pool of blue liquid that gradually seeped into the ground until it disappeared without a trace.

The once lush green lawn has been corroded, leaving a large, charred, and pungent area.

However, a pale blue, fist-sized crystal core was left on the scorched ground, which was quite eye-catching.

Richard took a look and became quite interested. This thing seemed to be the energy core of the poisonous spring surger. He wondered if it could be used to mimic the mass venom attack of a poisonous spring.

He glanced at the tall, fat, vengeful spirit beside him.

If one could simulate a gushing fountain of poison on a vengeful spirit, that would be an enhanced version of the Bile Spitter.

A bile spitter is a scourge that spews out a mixture of highly corrosive bile.

But clearly, the venomous attack of the Poison Fountain Spouter is far superior to the bile vomiting!

However, we still need to study carefully how to modify it.

Seeing Richard staring at the pale blue crystal core on the ground, Fana immediately reminded him:

"Li Wei, be careful. The crystal cores of qualified Poison Spring Surgers are highly poisonous. When picking them up, remember not to touch them directly."

Richard nodded, skillfully using the level-zero sorcery Shadow Grip to form a large black hand, which he used to collect the highly poisonous crystal core and place it in a box. At the same time, he waved his hand, sending the vengeful spirit Abomination back to the Netherworld to recuperate.

"Master, these are from both of them."

By this time, Stephania had already picked up the black-robed man with the dual swords, as well as the spoils of the first black-robed man who had used the sonic attack—two bulging pouches.

Richard waved his hand, not taking it. "Stephena, you keep it for us."

He then turned to Fana and said, "Fana, let's see who these two are."

"I'm also very curious, who attacked us? Was it the Azure Flame Cult?" When the Azure Flame Cult was mentioned, a rare hint of anger appeared on Fana's delicate face.

Although Richard already had some guesses about the enemy's origins, some things were better verified on the spot.

Richard walked up to the man in black robes wielding twin swords and used the longsword, which was made of mimicry metal, to lift the hood from the man's head.

A rugged human male face appeared before the three of them.

This was clearly a bit unexpected for Richard, and the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seemingly having thought of something, Richard immediately squatted down and examined the other person's eyelids.

"They're actually subterranean humans?"

Richard had assumed the assassins were night elves, but it turned out to be a male human from the underground.

As for whether the other party is a surface human or an underground human, this is also very easy to identify.

Because underground humans rarely see sunlight, their complexions are generally pale.

In addition, the eyes of the subterranean humans have mutated, and their pupils, like those of many nocturnal creatures, are vertical.

After inspecting the man with the dual swords, Richard and his two companions approached the black-robed man who had unleashed a sonic attack.

After a thorough examination, the pointed ears proved that the person in black robes was undoubtedly a female night elf.

Although she has a beautiful appearance, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes suggest that she is quite old.

No wonder that even with such great strength, she was not appreciated by the mistress and was thus transformed into a high-level spider woman.

If she's not a high-level Spider Woman, she won't be of much use to Richard.

Otherwise, they could extract a portion of Spider Woman's source blood from the other party's body, thereby further increasing Stephania's bloodline concentration.

but

After the last increase in bloodline concentration, Stephania herself felt that the effect of this enhancement of bloodline concentration would be less and less for her each time.

Of course, this was something Richard had already anticipated.

As Stephena's own bloodline concentration increases, the enhancement effect of this source blood on her will inevitably decrease until it has no effect at all.

"Li Wei, is this the Night Elf assassin you mentioned last time, the one who ambushed you on the street a few days ago?" Fana asked Richard with a serious expression.

The assassins' strength was somewhat beyond Fana's expectations; almost none of them were mediocre, and each was a high-level first-tier wizard.

Even in the world of assassins, this would be considered quite explosive, and could be considered the level of a top assassin.

Why would they want to assassinate you?

Fana hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question.

Although she knew that this was a relatively private question, and it had a hint of intruding on other people's privacy.

Richard didn't think much of it. After all, he was currently staying at Fana's place, and it was reasonable for her to ask about the reason for such a matter that involved his personal safety.

Moreover, even if Fana doesn't ask, Richard will tell her.

Although this reason is only half true!

"Yes, it must be for revenge! Before..."

Richard repeated what he had said in Hawkins' office.

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A manor on the outskirts of Tug City.

The estate is quite large, covering an area of ​​over a thousand acres. In the center of the estate stands a two-story villa with a dark gray stone exterior.

Surprisingly, unlike typical manors where the firestone is placed near the owner's villa, this manor's villa is hidden in the shadows of a dense forest, far from the area illuminated by the firestone.

The impression is that the owner of this villa doesn't seem to like bright light, but rather prefers shadows.

Inside the villa's underground wine cellar, a mysterious hooded figure, whose face was obscured, was swirling a glass of red liquid with his slender, pale fingers.

The red liquid exudes a strong aroma of wine, but if you smell it closely, you can also detect a faint smell of blood.

At this moment, a man in black robes knocked on the door, stepped into the wine cellar, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Lady Hera, the Dark Bow Squad's assassination mission has failed. Claudia and Mattia are waiting outside your study."

The atmosphere in the underground wine cellar instantly froze.

The hooded mystery man named Hera arrived at the study on the second floor and began to listen to the reports from Claudia and Mattia, who were nicknamed "Dark Bow".

"Lady Hera, the Dark Bow Squad misjudged the strength of that human necromancer. In the last battle, the opponent deliberately concealed his true strength. That's why two members of the Dark Bow Squad were killed in this attack."

Mattia spoke before the other party could even ask a question.

"Matthia, if you hadn't been careless during the cooperation, how could you have given them an opportunity? That dwarf witch would never have been able to escape," Claudia said angrily from the side.

Claudia was furious. Two of her partners of several years had died in the battle just now.

If Mattia had been more serious at the beginning of the battle and joined forces to attack the dwarf witch, even if the human necromancer's strength exceeded expectations at the end, the battle wouldn't have fallen apart like this.

Listening to the argument between her two subordinates, Hera's fair fingers tapped rhythmically on the dark solid wood armrests of her chair.

"Knock knock, knock knock"

Gradually, Claudia and Mattia stopped arguing.

A slightly hoarse voice rang out: "Matthia, is that so?"

"Lord Helala, I... but even if I were to intervene, it would be too late, and..." Mattia explained.

He had only said one sentence when Hera waved him off, signaling him to stop and be quiet!

next second!

A dark light flashed, and a bloody gash appeared on Mattia's face. It was so fast that Mattia barely had time to react!

A trickle of blood flowed slowly from the wound, but Mattia dared not explain anything further at this moment!

"I don't want to hear excuses. Failure is failure, and if you fail, you must be punished." Hera stared at Mattia with her indifferent purple eyes, instantly giving Mattia a sense of fear, as if he were being stared at by a giant beast.

His mind raced with thoughts: "Herara's strength... wasn't it said to be only at the top level of level one? Could it have improved to level two? This aura is definitely not at the top level of level one."

Herara took a note from the drawer and handed it to Mattia.

"Matthia, look for yourself. This is a letter from Benita, the matriarch of the Price family, to me."

"I'll give you another chance. If you fail again, I'll have to send you to the Price family to explain to Madam Benita in person. I don't want to bear her wrath, hehe!"

Mattis was instantly jolted, and nervously took the note, which read:

"My dearest sister Hera, the Nightmare Mirror has been stolen! I sent Grace to retrieve it, but the mission failed, and she has vanished without a trace. I then dispatched Samaresh, but that mission also failed. Tug City is your territory, so I hope you can help me retrieve the Nightmare Mirror as soon as possible! Love, Benita."

After reading the letter, Mattis frowned and remained silent. Clearly, Herara's intention in showing him this secret letter was to put pressure on him.

It seems that the original plans for passing the buck are no longer viable.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the assignment.

"Lady Hera, this operation has failed, and the enemy will surely strengthen their defenses. Therefore, the assassination will be even more difficult. I need your support!" Mattis bowed.

Although he spoke very respectfully, he was cursing inwardly: Claudia is your protégé, so this tricky task was handed to him.

"Oh, so what are your plans? The organization is currently short-handed, and I can't spare many people to help you complete this task." Hera crossed her fair hands over her chest upon hearing this.

Mattis was well aware of this, and that what Herara said was not entirely an excuse.

The night elves are currently fighting on two fronts: an extremely fierce battle with the surface humans and minor skirmishes with the grey dwarves, but the overall intensity of the conflict is not too high.

Their organization deserves some credit for this.

(End of this chapter)