Chapter 606: Aaron's Little Red
Outside the guild castle of the passers-by, a huge magic circle is being activated, the complex magic pattern is scarlet, revealing a terrifying evil atmosphere. And in this scarlet, there are several red monsters lying there.
In other words, it should be called "several beaches" red monsters.
They look like lumps of mud, the shape is disgusting, but the color is like blood, and there are one or two cracks on them from time to time, and there seem to be white things wriggling in the cracks, as if they want to chew something mouth, making people shudder.
"Cold wind! I haven't seen it for a while, and the things you've tossed around are getting more and more terrifying and disgusting!" A tall traveler complained, grabbing a wild wolf's corpse in each hand and throwing it into the magic circle. Before the two corpses landed, they were rolled up by the bright red tentacles sticking out from the "mouth", torn into pieces, and dragged into several "mouths".
Then those "mouths" quickly closed, and there was a palpitating sound of chewing.
At the same time, these slimy monsters have new "mouths" open, waiting to be fed.
The faces of the passers-by who were standing beside them all looked ugly, and even Hamer, the necromancer who came to help temporarily, seemed very uncomfortable - the puppet master with the identity of the great devil in the passers-by was bored, help He perfected his body again, and now his body looks no different from ordinary people except that he has no temperature and pale complexion, and his emotions and emotions can be expressed normally.
Although he is only a demon king in the novice village, Hamer is still a boss. Usually he is definitely a person who "Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his color, and elk rises to the left without blinking his eyes". . But now, his face is no better than the passers-by next to him.
The things in the magic circle in front of him made him, as a undead, feel the deep danger.
"Don't worry, they just look terrifying." Cold Wind, a taboo scholar who goes by the alias "Aaron Igor Kunzlin", was the only one in the audience who didn't change his face at all. He said calmly, "These guys' attacks Their strength is not high, their movements are not agile, and they can only wait for the rabbits. You can see from their appearance that they have absolutely no way to hide themselves. If they are put into the wild, they will starve to death 100%."
"We're not talking about this!" sighed the hairless white pig. "We're talking about your aesthetics."
"My aesthetics? Bloody red, chewing and squirming full of vitality, isn't it beautiful?"
The transmigrators shook their heads and sighed, completely despairing of this companion's aesthetics.
But aside from aesthetics, the variant slime that this guy brought back, which he called "Little Red", was indeed very practical. It is capable of digesting any food it is fed at an astonishingly fast rate, and quickly turns it into its own life force. Then these vitality are drawn away by the magic circle under the body, and with the help of the magic circle under the castle connected to this magic circle, it is transmitted to the earth-running dragon who is fighting in the distance and has been applied with a huge spell, so that it can be affected no matter what The damage can be quickly recovered, and there is no scruples in a battle.
In order to ensure that it can continue to fight, the traversers collected an extremely large amount of food, and the one who contributed the most was the Homecoming faction. They took out the wild wolf corpses that had not been dismantled for a long time. These unfortunate wild wolves have not had time to be corrupted and turned into monsters, but when they encountered the maddened go-home murderers, they became experience points without any explanation. The corpses were also collected and prepared or peeled to make furs for sale. Or cut meat and dry it into jerky.
However, there are not enough people to send home, and most people are only interested in earning experience points, so those monster corpses that can sell higher prices are nothing. The corpses of these ordinary beasts, they really have no interest in wasting time for them . So the corpses of these wild wolves piled up more and more. If it weren't for the guild warehouse, it looked like a different-dimensional space of only 40 to 50 square meters, but in fact it had unlimited capacity and had its own fresh-keeping effect. filled up.
Sanyu told the leader of the Homecoming faction, Long Biao, more than once, asking him to find a way to dispose of these incombustible garbage. But Long Biao always delayed on the grounds of "that's meat, not garbage".
It turns out that his delay actually made sense. Now, the moment for this non-burnable waste really comes into play.
With the joint efforts of hundreds of travelers, outsiders, and their subordinates (mainly all kinds of skeleton soldiers), at least a dozen corpses of wild wolves are thrown into the magic circle every second. For those blood-red slimes. They are quickly digested, transformed into the life force of these terrifying fellows, and then sent to the giant terrestrial dragon fighting in the distance for it to consume.
The huge beast's intelligence is not very low, it can clearly feel the surging power coming from a distance, and feel the increasing vitality in its body. It roared up to the sky, made a cheerful roar, and then charged down the mountain under the command of Hug.
With its size comes a power commensurate with its size, and with every step it runs with a thumping thud—not that words, like some political speeches, are useless except for far-fetched earthquakes. , but an actual real scene, evidenced by the constant shaking and rolling earth and rocks on the hillside.
Seeing this guy getting closer and closer, even if he knew that he was already dead, he didn't have to worry about dying again. The masters of the undead forces hidden in the Thracian army couldn't help but feel frightened and uneasy.
They forced their composure and commanded the soldiers who were bewildered, who could only execute orders like machines, and wanted to rely on the superiority of numbers to fight against the charging giant beasts.
But before these infantrymen rushed to the foot of the mountain, the traversers had already arrived.
Some of them roared loudly, some kept roaring, some laughed, and some babbled strange lines that no one could understand. Thracian soldiers fight.
They are not entirely without sympathy for these hapless civilians or militias, but this is clearly not the right time to be compassionate.
If they can survive the battle, then these unlucky guys will have a fairly stable future. Whether it's the factories built by Anthony or the cooperatives that Locke is working on, they all need a lot of manpower. And they are not stingy people, and they will never be stingy with food or wages.
As for those who are hiding in the dark and controlling them... Needless to say, the traversers have already negotiated it, and those who are killed are ignored. Those who are not killed are sent to compulsory contracts and managed by Hamer.
What awaits these undead will be indefinite labor that is so long that it makes them completely desperate.