Crimson Servant

"I didn't know you had any living blood relatives."

John turned his head to the other side away from Francis, looked at the rocks on the side of the cave, and said casually.

"You don't need to know that we had no interaction with them."

The warlock looked at Francis's calm side face. He turned back into the smelly and hard stone in his memory, like a hermit who didn't care about anything. But John still remembered the dark elf's reaction when he discovered the blood relative, and he was not indifferent.

"Do you still hate them?"

"They are mine, John." Francis said to John with a hint of warning. He didn't like John mentioning those people. If his blood relative fell in a pool of blood from the crimson spell, Francis believed that he would be more irritated than happy. And if the warlock stood in the middle of their pool of blood, Francis would only be irritated.

Francis seemed to have seen the boys who had killed those dark elves with bloody smiles on their faces and came to him to claim credit. This is just an expectation, but it is more real than any prediction. Francis wanted John to stay away from that hellish place.

"Okay, you have the final say."

A few more minutes later, the dark elf heard the sound that gave him a headache again.

"I can assist you."

Francis said coldly: "Very good, you will teach me hunting next time."

"That was not what I meant."

"I have the final say."

A group of four people continued to move forward and passed through the tunnel. What appeared in front of them was a flat, open terrain with nothing on the ground, not even a decent piece of turf. But not far behind this wasteland, the land there was covered with blood moss, and the boundaries between the two areas were clearly defined, as if a hole had been dug by a giant spoon.

The adventurers did not easily step into the exposed wasteland. Francis stopped at the exit of the tunnel, with his feet on the rocks. He turned back, looked at his companions, and said to John: "What does this terrain represent?"

"Shark lizard beast." The warlock looked at the bright red blood moss in the distance, suspecting that the dark elf had set a trap, and continued to add, "The red piece is blood moss, a type of creature that spits out suffocating spores. Fungus plants, large areas of blood moss terrain will have at least one moth-eating bug, a giant bug with a mature body of three meters high. "

"So we have two opponents, but this is strange. I have never seen shark lizards and moss-eating insects competing for territory. Their habits should not overlap."

Francis looked at the border of blood moss that looked like it had been gnawed by a dog.

"It's not that I haven't seen it before, it's impossible to happen. Shark lizard beasts will move their territories according to food, and in the blood moss area, no living person will approach that area. This kind of territory encroachment is man-made, or one of the two monsters has already died."

The dark elf turned back and looked at the warlock.

"You come?"

John looked back, and Dalia looked confused. She followed the warlock and turned to look back. Lucian was standing there, smiling and rolling up his sleeves.

"Let me do it."

John sighed.

The moss-eating bugs were okay and would not leave the blood moss area, but the ferocious shark-lizard beasts were a bit dangerous. They were not opponents that the little priest could deal with head-on.

John took a step forward, and before he stepped into the wasteland, Francis tapped him on the shoulder.

"be careful."

The warlock blinked and dismissed the loose thoughts in his mind.

John walked closer to the deserted land, and there was no response for the first five or six steps. It was so quiet that one doubted the two people's previous judgment. But soon, the vibrations from the ground dispelled the doubts. The waves of soil rushed in like a storm. Within a few seconds, the sand that rushed to John's eyes exploded. From the splashing soil and rocks, The shark lizard beast opened its bloody mouth and bit at the magician.

For this kind of monster's underground attack, as long as you are prepared in advance and dodge sideways, it is not difficult to avoid such an attack. However, the Warlock didn't intend to dodge. He had already arranged the blood on the edge of his robe and buried it in the sand. When the shark lizard beast rushed over, the blood condensed into a piercing spear.

The speed brought by the shark lizard beast's charge provided an attack force that penetrated its body. Before its shark-like sharp mouth could bite, the monster was already dead. The blood gun pierced its jaw and abdomen, pushing the huge monster's body to the ground.

Very good, next, destroy the inside of the monster's corpse so that Francis loses his extra teaching materials.

The warlock breathed a sigh of relief and secretly induced the blood into the Shark Lizard Beast's body to start destroying it.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The impaled monster corpse partially swelled in front of John, and sharp fragments of red ice shot out from the wounds made by the blood spears. The Warlock immediately created a barrier to block it, but there was still a sharp ice spike that penetrated the gap in the shield that was hastily formed and stabbed towards the Warlock's chest.

At the critical moment, the flaming scimitar cut into John's face from the side and collided with the red ice spikes. Francis' big hands gripped John's shoulders and pulled him backwards.

The Dark Elf parried the subsequent ice spikes by himself, seizing the gap in the red ice attack to distance himself.

"Francis!" Getting up from the ground, the priest and the illusionist rushed to his side. John looked at the dark elf's unharmed appearance and felt a little relieved.

The corpse of the shark lizard beast, which was pierced by the blood spear, began to move. The red ice pierced the hard skin and grew on the surface of its body. In less than a minute, this ferocious beast turned into a large zombie beast.

John did not remove the spell, but controlled the blood spears to become chains to bind the frozen zombie beasts. He knew that the real master was coming. If he controlled this dangerous fighting force first, the next battle would be much easier.

The sorcerer had tried it. The zombie beasts frozen by red ice were difficult to be destroyed by the crimson spell. The crimson power of the same origin curbed the destructive power of corruption.

Without letting the adventurers wait too long, a group of red ice zombies emerged from the hole dug by the shark lizard beasts. Each of them had exposed red ice crystals on their bodies, and they looked more like elemental creatures from the appearance.

However, the adventurers did not think so. They found their acquaintances in the zombie group, a few heart-flayer zombies.

Selik Snow walked out of the zombie group. He first looked at John, who was also wearing a red robe. He looked up and down, but did not see the red ice parasite on the sorcerer. His cold heart was a little disappointed.

Then, Selik turned his gaze to his sister Dalia, who was terrified.

"Brother?"

The little priest couldn't believe that she would have to face her missing relatives again in this way. Before this, she firmly denied the hateful sorcerer's doubts about her family. Until Selik appeared, she had never imagined that her brother would wear that strange red robe in the Underdark.

Is Selik's brother also a crimson wizard, just like John? He never told me.

The brother-sister relationship is being tested in Dalia's heart, and Selik's next speech is another heavy blow to Dalia.

The cold voice of the Red Ice Follower is mixed with sinister tricks.

"My dear sister, everything is going according to plan, and you have executed it well."

"Come, come to me, don't associate with our enemies."