This is stirring up the lair of the Sewn Monsters!
Each Sewn Monster has a different appearance. So are about the size of a goblin, while others are fat and tall. There are all kinds of deford types, such as those sewn with the lower body of a Spider Web Monster, the head of an Elf, the torso of a Demon, and the arms of Humans and Dwarfs.
In Zong Shen's eyes, these monsters are a desecration of corpses. The various sewed and twisted limbs are creepy, instinctively arousing a sense of disgust.
The appearance of these Sewn Monsters entirely depends on what organs have been sewn into them. Every stone coffin in the area is an oddly styled Sewn Monster.
After more than twenty days, Sewn Monsters erged, leaving the sealed environnt of the stone coffins. The entire hall began to fill with a strong stench of corpses. Most of the Sewn Monsters' bodies were in a state of semi-rot, clearly not processed adequately.
Sticky, putrid rot water dripped everywhere. Compared to these, the Sewn Monster Pato found in the ruins before could definitely be considered a "premium" Sewn Monster.
Once these Sewn Monsters appeared, however, they did not rush to attack Zong Shen and his group. Instead, they walked towards another area and knelt before the constantly trembling deford Demon statue.
"Favide, start chanting Fire Rain Magic, targeting near that Demon statue."
"Doris, use Fla Claw to attack that group of Sewn Monsters."
"Everyone else is free to cast spells, Wolf Cavalry throw Short Spears!"
Zong Shen issued the battle command, and Favide raised the Magic Staff and began chanting.
The Wolf Cavalry drew their Short Spears and began their throwing attack.
Mages started chanting individual spells in succession, all launching attacks according to Zong Shen's instructions.
Only Doris hesitated for a mont. Her eyes glanced toward those Sewn Monsters and gradually revealed a crazy smile.
Just as she slowly raised her Magic Staff, Zong Shen gently patted her back.
"Don't daze, hurry and chant Fla Claw."
"A disobedient child, no one would want to play with her."
Zong Shen had been secretly observing Doris. This guy likely has so psychological issues, or perhaps an almost manic obsession with combat and slaughter, which makes it difficult to have her follow orders.
This madness and obsession are entirely different from Favide's enthusiasm for accumulating Slaughter Points. It's more of a psychological issue that needs Zong Shen's personal supervision and gradual guidance. She must not be allowed to act alone.
Sure enough, after he spoke out, the madness on Doris's face subsided considerably. Obediently, she raised her Magic Staff and began chanting.
A few seconds later, a giant Fla Claw over a ter long appeared, and under Doris's control, it frantically clawed towards those Sewn Monsters. On the hall's ceiling, the Fire Rain Magic Array took shape, and Fireballs the size of fists fell like raindrops.
Just as all sorts of things were about to fall, the Demon statue suddenly moved, shaking off the statue fragnts like raindrops.
A two-headed deford Demon, slightly smaller than the statue, appeared.
It held thick Books in its hands and gently flipped a few pages, instantly summoning a black Protective Shield,
blocking all attacks, including thrown Short Spears, Holy Light Arrows, Necromancy Arrows, Fla Claw, and Fire Rain, all unable to penetrate this black Shield.
Zong Shen looked over and could see a number starting from 5000 on the Shield, decreasing continuously, which should be the Shield's Durability Value.
"Wolf Cavalry, stop after throwing two more rounds of Short Spears, and maintain attack, everyone else."
Zong Shen issued a command and also took out his [Swift Crossbow (Blue)], calmly shooting at the black Shield.
Short Spears and various spells collided with the black Shield, stirring up ripples, causing its Durability Value to decline rapidly.
"Huh, even my Wandering Soul form is disturbed?"
"If that's the case, my true form must be dead, right?"
"I wonder how long it has been..."
A hoarse and unpleasant voice ca with a hint of age in its tone.
It seed utterly unconcerned about death, or perhaps it had a unique understanding of it long ago.
"Humans... Elf Race..."
"Does it seem that we have been defeated?"
The voice continued its lant. At this mont, the Durability Value of the black Shield was cleared, shattering with a crash into starry black rain.
An instant ago, the statue had beco a two-headed deford Demon, and the earlier lantations had co from it. Unsurprisingly, this creature should be the notorious Suturing Mage Gu Lanqi.
Back in the day, after invading Azshara, it went on a rampant capture of Warriors, Civilians, and children, conducting inhumane experints to create various deford humanoid monster groups and using the Power of Curse to turn children into Puppet Dolls—a true desecrator without reverence, and indeed a ruthless Demon.
No matter the bodies of other races, even the fellow Demon corpses of the Blood Burning Legion were not spared by it.
However, its manner was calm, lacking any hysteria or madness.
Its one big and one small head both wore glasses, carrying a scholarly air of fervor.
Zong Shen looked at it and began to see the Attributes of Suturing Mage Gu Lanqi before him.
[Suturing Mage Gu Lanqi's Wandering Soul Corpse Puppet lv35 (Purple)]
[Purple Commander Level]
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