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Now, as I walked into the sewer again, the shadows cast by our floating ball of light, I suddenly began to understand the behavior of my companions, and although I was convinced that "there is something strange in the sewer" was a rumor, I also felt a chill, as if something was watching us on the wall, looking forward to eating our rotten corpses "Squeak!" The squeak interrupted Spencer and Tommy rubbed his soles in disgust and kicked the mouse away.

"Disgusting creature!" Tommy screamed, Spencer laughed happily, knowing that Tommy had just put on a brand new windproof jacket, and it was time to cherish it. This incident dispelled the chill in Spencer's heart, and the corner of his mouth continued to write in his diary: "I hope my guess will come true. If something looks at us on the wall, it must not be a mouse, otherwise I can only hear Tommy's complaints". It was Master Banda who led the hunt, and if we had a Master Elf, we would all be much faster!" Put down the diary and spencer continues to move hastings banda. There is no action plan, except for a general direction hastings banda. The way to find the direction is to go to a place with noise.

"ka-chi,ka-chi" sounds of something broken, coming from near and far, Hastingsbanda ordered to shut up, pick up the knife, and take the lead in touching it. The hunter faced a thin goblin whose pointed ears and shoulder-length hair were characteristic of this forest creature, although strange to an ordinary forest goblin.

Most goblins are short and plump and wear warm-toned clothes, but those goblins appear tall and thin, with black dirt stained on their long shawls, and gray clothes seem to have been a long time since they were taken care of. When seeing human figures, hunters are likely to relax their guard. The worldview of human figures is very different from human behavior norms, and it is not surprising to see the lack of social elves in the sewer. The one behind you... is it a photo?"

The huntress made a gesture to her companion behind her. Her night vision ability was the best among the group. She saw the painting on the wall in the faintest light. "Oh! You! This is my best painting, the kind that I call allicin friends. What do you think?

Can you come in? "I want to be your friend," the huntress whispered, behind her, Hastings Banda and the others prepared their long swords. "Ho, my friend, you're back!" Suddenly, the elf who called himself Pickerman laughed, and there were a few new friends here to see if they could appreciate my art. The last Thurber, who spoke to me, died in a bar in the North Point, suddenly, a sizzling figure emerged from the sewer, strong and soft like a live fish, and the hunters didn't pull out the knife until their "friend" jumped up. It was too late for speed.

The attack was the nearest huntress. Ms. Falconer watched as the attacker got closer and closer until the nearest point in her sight became blurred. It was a pale face, green sewage flowing along its thin lips into its sharp teeth, the humanoid with a big mouth had a foul smell, which was not a feature of the sewer, but the flesh was eager to die on the bones, the rotten part was sealed in the bone marrow, with a slight fishy smell that looked like a blood-stained butcher knife.

The huntress was frightened by the monster that suddenly appeared, not because she had psychological problems, but because no one could keep calm in the face of the monster that suddenly appeared. Just when she thought she was about to die, the flying figure stopped in front of the huntress, and three long swords pierced her body from behind. The sparkling tip of the knife pierced the bones and flesh, locking the monster's moving forward figure.

Just an ordinary ghoul, Elliot. Are you scared? "Tommy waved his long sword, and two other hunters helped him drag the ghoul into the aisle. Tommy checked whether he had been splashed. The huntress Elliot, who was ridiculed, quietly kicked a footprint on Tommy's windbreaker. Spencer saw Elliot's actions, who warned him with a dangerous look, and he could only shake his head with a wry smile. "spencer You and Ceci and others checked the body, and the rest went to the road ahead with me.

Go to scout and look for the escaped goblins."

hastings banda shouted in the open silence of the sewer. Ceci took two companions to check the body. Spencer took out his diary and drew the dead ghoul on the paper. When he was done, Ceci would do it too. "What's the big deal?" Spencer asked, Ceci shook his head, "Don't think about it," Spencer sighed and said, "Although this structure is a bit unusual, the energy level is only level 2, which is useless to us." "I think if I came down with Master Banda, at least the monsters would be elites."

"Maybe" Ceci shook his head gently. Have you noticed the leprechaun running away? He might be a little weird. "Are you kidding? Will weird people run around?" Spencer said, but he carefully reproduced that scene in his mind. Unfortunately, the ball of light around them was not bright enough, and Spencer had only a few broken lines in his mind. "Some species are fragile, but their real power may have nothing to do with their nature."

"Have you seen such species before?" The other two hunters were also interested in it. Intake of elite aliens in the process would not be a waste of time." It is not an elves, it is a summoner I have seen before, similar to the one we have encountered, without actual combat ability, but it summons elves in strange ways." You mean, a summoner who can summon fae? Is there such a thing? You can see from the mural that summons is also typical, and it is not impossible. The spencer stands in the shadows, near the corridor where the fairies gather. The first thing you see is that on the dirt-stained wall, there is a statue of a ghoul, blurred by rough crimson lines, Spencer immediately came up with a name, ghoul.

Spencer didn't understand how this idea came about. The pictures on the wall were chaotic and could almost be classified as abstract art, but the brain was able to absolutely certain that the creature in the picture was a ghoul, and that's where he ate. "Spencer What are you looking at?" Sisi's voice recalled Spencer from the chaos, and Sisi looked disappointed. "It's not like anything I've seen before. It's bad luck, the elf is just a lunatic "You can't do anything."

spencer comforted ceci, but his sixth sense told him the opposite: ceci may be right, this is the way he encountered the summoning, but... has been changed. "Roar!" "Go on!" Suddenly, the roar of the beast and the roar of Hastings Banda, followed by the collision of swords and scales. At the corner, spencer encountered the hastings banda wielding the sword, and a group of half-human and half-fish monsters that he suppressed. Spencer and his men immediately joined the battle. Finally, they defeated the monsters and retreated like mice to the dark rear passage, leaving a bunch of half-human and half-fish bodies, but disappeared more than they left.

"Don't chase him, take a break," Hastings Banda said, putting down his long knife and sticking it to his side like a crutch, his pecked ankle hurt a little, as if there were toxins. Hastings Banda pulled her pants away and looked at his intact ankle and laughed at himself. He was receiving treatment from the Archbishop. How could there be any residual toxins? On the other hand, the hunters who put down their weapons took a deep breath, treated the wound a little, eager to start recording. The monsters surrounding them were only professionals, but their number was enough to make up for the difference, and by absorbing the spirit of these aliens, their practice speed increased by a fraction. Spencer drew only one image of the alien and then stopped.

Although he can repeatedly use the absorbed thoughts, his mind dream method also loses the accumulation effect of this method. Hunters who use the demigod and half-human technology can absorb the same creature to increase their power. This does not work for the spencer. Only the same creature he eats is effective.

So, after completing the depiction of the new elves, Spencer carefully observed the battlefield, and among the bodies of many half-human and half-fish, he found a strange sculpture. A fishman's figure squatted on his knees, his head half-hung, and his body wrapped in wings behind him

, his big head and crazy tentacles on his chin, his eyes painted with a strange yellow-green statue of the evil god? Spencer cut the sculpture in half from top to bottom without hesitation.

Spencer felt a strange chill spread from his tailbone to his skull, and a cold sweat emerged from behind his heart. "What's wrong? Spencer? Spencer! What are you holding?" Sisi whispered. Spencer returned to his state and found that the other hunters were packing their luggage and ready to set off. Bang! Spencer let go of his right hand, and half of the statue of the evil god fell to the ground. "Oh, I found the evil gods, these monsters worshiped, look!"

"Oh!" Sisi squatted down and studied the sculpture and said, "Let me see how many years have I not seen these sewer competitions?" "It must be new," Spencer said subconsciously. Sisi smiled and shook her head. What are you talking about? I have never seen such a thing before, but such a large species will take at least 100 years to reach such a large scale, and most of this demigod statue is... "Sei, come and take a look!"

Suddenly, Tommy shouted, "Are these the old guards you told me?" Sissi blinked and walked over to see the armor taken from the half-fish. Under the dark green dirt, there was a golden rose engraved on her shoulder armor." The Golden Rose Cross Guard... It's a hundred years old..." Sissi murmured to herself, "Why would a race that existed a hundred years ago appear on the ground at this time?"

"What's the problem?" Hastings Banda asked, "Nothing," Sisi answered hurriedly. This race may have existed a hundred years ago. Master Banda, do you think this is the Golden Rose Scroll. Hastings Banda looked at the scroll. Although he was just an ordinary second-level hunter a hundred years ago, it was impossible to know the Golden Rose of the Royal Guard at that time, wouldn't Sisi who asked this question know? It's all self-evident." Let me see." Hastings Banda whispered that although the summary is correct, the possibility of covering up the truth is not ruled out. A hundred years ago, the Golden Rose was also a famous guard.

Although there are no such guards now, there is also a professional summoning spell in the royal family.". Other hunters look interesting, whether true or false.. It is not surprising at all. "Master Banda, why do you say that? What's the situation?" Sissi is smart, "That was 80 years ago," Hastings Banda touched his sword and said. "The dragon hunter passed through our branches. The royal family sent an emergency to discuss the matter. At the expense of three fourth-level aliens, he invented a special summoning creature. "Banda looked at the dark corridor and summoned the entire guard, the power of the dragon hunter ancestors, which was impressive. "Yes," the other hunters said, and after a moment, Hastings Banda retracted his gaze. "But it was impossible, the golden guard would only summon standard human guards, not half-human and half-fish monsters,"

Hastings Banda concluded at his waist with a long knife in his arms, "It's almost time to rest. Let's go. These creatures suddenly appeared from deep. Something must have happened. We will follow them." Yes!" Spencer followed them, in a daze, and his thoughts returned to the sculpture he opened, and those crazy tentacles danced on his head, and Spencer felt the slippery tentacles rubbing against his face.

Following the traces left by the fish demon, Spencer got closer and closer to the depth of the sewer, and arrived at a place that no one had been to for a long time. There were residual vines on the wall, and everyone became cautious. Since the last time in the sewer battle, in order to hunt down the vines in the Okine sewer, in order to hunt down the vines in the Okine sewer, burned to ashes by the spreading fire, the fire burned out all the materials, and I should have burned all the vines. Now the vines are appearing again, this is just a signal, indicating that the place is too deep and the fire cannot reach.

Spencer stared at the vines on the wall, the unusual sense of touch became more obvious. He made a volatile cry, like a low voice calling for something. Spencer took a deep breath, shook his head, and whispered in his mind. Suddenly, a figure flew out of the water.