Spire Game: My cards are all forbidden divine skills

It's a hand-drawn map, or maybe it's made of leather, but I don't know what kind of leather it is.

The map was drawn very abstractly, with various little figures, various markings, and crooked handwriting. Some parts even required Chen Mo to guess to understand.

Chen Mo glanced at the white-haired rat, his gaze making the rat seem a little embarrassed.

Perhaps knowing that his drawing wasn't very good, the white-haired mouse kept rubbing his hands with his head down.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, but after roughly memorizing the map, he put it into his backpack.

"So, I'm going to enter the city from above, right?"

"Yes, Card, taking the upper path is the easiest. But you can rest here for a bit; it's safe here. Replenish your health, eat something, and I'll keep an eye on the situation inside the city for you."

The white-haired rat clearly swallowed when it said "eat something".

Chen Mo immediately understood what she meant and smiled slightly, saying, "Okay. Would you like something to eat?"

"Oh? May I? Do you have any extra food? Will it affect your journey?"

The white-haired mouse clearly wanted to eat it.

Chen Mo took out some potatoes and cabbage and handed them to her. These things were nothing to Chen Mo now.

When you're rich, you can be this capricious.

The white-haired mouse quickly accepted the gift, its face beaming with undisguised joy.

Looking at her appearance, Chen Mo suddenly felt a surge of pity.

Fine, I'll use ten gold coins to draw a regular food item. This time, I actually drew a whole bag of lollipops.

Chen Mo then stuffed the whole bag of lollipops into the white-haired mouse's hand.

The white-haired mouse trembled with excitement, and its voice began to become shrill.

"For me? Really? Great cardholder, you are the most generous person I have ever met."

Chen Mo could hear a hint of childishness in his voice.

"Take it and eat it."

"Great cardholder, you will surely have your wish fulfilled. I will go and investigate the situation for you right away!"

The white-haired mouse grabbed the lollipop and ran away quickly, almost dropping the potato on the ground. It picked it up with its mouth and burrowed into the wall.

Chen Mo opened the panel to check his status. His health was low, and he was considering whether to continue or recover some health first.

After careful consideration, Chen Mo decided not to waste any more time.

After all, there are other players on this floor, and Chen Mo doesn't want the statues or elite monsters that can produce good cards to be snatched away by his competitors.

Let's hurry up and find a statue. According to the map the white-haired rat gave us, the first statue isn't too far away. As long as we don't encounter any more crossbowmen along the way, we should be fine.

set off!

The corner of the small room is a stone staircase leading up to the city gate.

A quick glance reveals the vast Flying Dragon City spread out before one's eyes.

This is a medieval-style military castle, with numerous towers built of rough-hewn stone. Arrow slits are located atop the octagonal towers, and inside the castle are a small chapel, wooden fences, and various monsters roaming about.

Dragons soared in the sky, their cries echoing, and stone statues stood everywhere, their forms a mystery – were they monsters?

Chen Mo crouched down slightly, squinting to find the archer. To his astonishment, he saw two cyclops, each tens of meters tall, standing in front of a towering building deep within the castle. They carried arrows on their backs and stared straight at the main gate.

Any creature that dares to enter through the main gate will be met with their relentless crossbow bolts.

The crossbow bolts that just hit Chen Mo's shield were nothing compared to the even more outrageous throwing spears mounted on them, which were almost as tall as buildings.

Chen Mo gasped. Without a doubt, these two were elite monsters; he would believe it if they were called leader monsters.

The notes are a trap; they even let him in through the front door.

Is this related to the fire dragon? So, if you pass the fire dragon, you'll die at the main entrance, right?

Of course, it's possible that the predecessor who passed the Fire Dragon Gate didn't fall victim to the throwing attack, but that's another story.

Chen Mo first made sure the Cyclops wasn't looking at him, then quietly took out the map again.

It seems extremely dangerous to go forward from here; I must detour. It would be much safer to go around to the left along the city wall. However, this means I'll have to take a much longer route to reach the first statue.

There's no way around it; speed on curves is what truly matters, while straightaways will kill you.

As they set off, Chen Mo kept his body low to the ground, trying his best not to be seen by the Cyclops.

Only when a tower ahead completely blocked the Cyclops's view was Chen Mo able to straighten up and then speed up his advance.

There were also stone statues on the city wall, but Chen Mo tried to cut down a few, but none of them were monsters; they were all shattered with a single sword strike.

It wasn't until Chen Mo had chopped down the seventh statue that the stone statue finally stirred. With a single sword strike, it let out a miserable howl, then shook off the dust and raised its weapon.

Chen Mo certainly wouldn't be polite to it; you've been transforming for too long, monster!

A few quick sword strikes and healed him up.

Chen Mo slaughtered his way forward, treating any gargoyles that weren't flying as mere health packs. Chen Mo even felt that his damage output was a bit too high, to the point that he couldn't land more than a few hits on a gargoyle before it died, causing him to lose a lot of health.

Finally, after Chen Mo's health had recovered to almost full and the damage had been stacked up again, the city wall in front of him broke, with a large gap in the middle, as if it had been gnawed by some kind of giant beast.

Unable to go any further, he had no choice but to descend from here. He glanced inside the city wall and saw a tower just ahead, but it was likely too far for him to jump over.

Looking further down, you can see monsters roaming below.

A fat man and two dogs patrolled back and forth.

The fat man was covered in flabby flesh and wore tattered armor. The dog was grayish-white, likely a corpse dog.

It just needs to be a regular monster, not an elite monster.

Chen Mo's mind flashed through the Fat Monster's encyclopedia.

Dragon City Guardian: Health, 68.

Skill 1: Weapon Strike, damage 20.

Skill 2: Windmill, multi-stage damage, each hit deals 15 damage.

Skill 3: Full-body impact, 25 damage, armor break.

Having a general idea in mind, Chen Mo watched as the fat man walked past the city wall, then leaped down towards his head.

Be my cushion, Fatty!

in!

Chen Mo smashed the fat meat, and at the same time stabbed the fat man in the forehead with his sword.

The fat man let out a miserable scream as Chen Mo knocked him to the ground.

Two corpse dogs immediately rushed over, and Chen Mo hadn't forgotten that the claws of these corpse dogs were poisonous.

Not daring to eat the poison, Chen Mo got up and first stabbed a corpse dog that was about to pounce on his face to death with his sword.

The other one was about to spit out black blood when Chen Mo rolled away to dodge it, then rushed forward and stabbed it to death with his sword.

A corpse hound with only thirty health points couldn't withstand a single move from him.

The whole routine was executed flawlessly, but before Chen Mo could even applaud himself, the fat man stood up with a roar.

Holding a halberd, Fatty began to spin.

Big windmill!

Chen Mo immediately raised his shield to meet the attack, and the shield clanged as it blocked all the attacks.

dead!

The final sword, propelled by a whirlwind, pierced into the fat man's flesh.

The next moment, the fat man shuddered and collapsed to the ground.