Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 23: Fierce Fight, How to Resist the Three-Headed Monster
Suddenly, the three-headed polluter Merrill's right front paw began to dig hard at the ground, scraping away a layer of gravel from the hard rock pavement. The three terrifying beast heads raised their heads to the sky and howled wildly. The shrill wolf howls, the low bear roars, and the violent horse neighs mixed together, the sound was shrill and piercing, like a violent claw that wanted to tear the eardrums of everyone present into pieces. The floating clouds seemed to be shaken by the terrible roar and flew away in panic, leaving behind a messy sky.
I was shocked. It seemed that this terrifying beast was no longer willing to confront the weak opponents in front of it. It was eager to release its poisoned killing desire and could tear the young Baron Bink into pieces at any time. However, we were too far away to rescue him in time.
Just then, a happy accident happened.
The wall we were standing on was already in ruins, and the support provided by the broken bricks and stones had probably reached its limit. It couldn't even withstand the vibration of the sound in the air, and it actually trembled in fear under the roar of the three-headed monster. A rock the size of a fist was the first to leave its position and fall off the wall, hitting the stones piled below it continuously, and then fell to the ground.
This very minor damage immediately caused huge consequences. As the small stone fell off, an unbridgeable gap immediately appeared on the wall, and the structure of the entire wall loosened due to the appearance of this small gap. This loosening produced a terrible chain reaction. The bricks and stones that constructed the wall made a series of small "crackling" sounds, and then this slight sound turned into a violent shock. After a short struggle, the entire wall finally could no longer support its own weight and collapsed irreversibly. The huge rocks collided with each other and fell to the ground, stirring up overwhelming smoke and dust, covering the entire sky. Even the earth could not withstand such dense and heavy impacts, and it trembled violently. Our feet suddenly felt weak and were shaken to the ground.
Perhaps because the section of the wall beneath our feet had already collapsed, it was not seriously affected by the huge shock, and we were all very lucky not to be injured. Not long after, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the earth returned to peace. Everything was destroyed, and the entire wall had completely turned into a huge rocky ruin.
This thrilling destruction naturally attracted the attention of the three-headed monster Merrill. It immediately drew all its attention away from Baron Bink, and the three beasts looked vigilantly at the collapsed wall, with six eyes of different shapes scanning back and forth anxiously.
Then, it spotted us.
Perhaps our strong and fresh flesh and blood are more attractive than Baron Bink's weak and injured body, or perhaps this cunning and ferocious beast has judged that we are more threatening than the injured Baron, or perhaps... we, five adventurers from five different races, are more in line with the beast's nutritional balance standard for a healthy diet? Well... In any case, the three-headed monster finally gave up the slaughter of the Baron and his brave subordinates and turned to rush towards us.
The Baron was saved.
But for us, this is still hard to call good news.
The three-headed monster came fiercely, and three different low roars came out of its throat, which sounded like both intimidation and warning. Its four claws were thick and powerful, and it ran quickly on the ground. Its tall and strong body did not show any clumsiness. Every leap would shorten the distance between us. Its movements were very coordinated and even flexible. It did not feel stiff and twisted like the zombies we saw along the way. Although I know nothing about undead magic, as a bloodthirsty zombie without life and soul that was spliced together by undead magic, I still felt that the production technology of this monster was almost perfect.
In a blink of an eye, Merrill had already jumped onto the ruins of the city wall. It easily jumped onto a rock protruding from the ground, and then kicked its hind legs hard, rushing down towards us from a high position, with its huge green horse head facing my head. At this moment, we were very close, and I could almost see the black mist in its eye sockets. It was indeed just a thin cloud of black mist, as if it could dissipate at any time, but at the same time it was so dark that it was impossible to see through it at all. It was even like two of the deepest magic whirlpools, which could extract the souls of those who looked at it bit by bit, and then drown them in its bottomless darkness.
Under the swift attack of the three-headed polluter, all attempts to dodge were futile. In the brief moment when it approached, I only had time to raise my shield to my chest and barely blocked the impact of the horse's head. This impact should have a special effect of knocking back. The huge impact made it difficult for me to stand, and I had to stagger back three or four steps before I could barely stand.
I was not the only one attacked by Merrill. When the huge horse head hit me, the bear head and wolf head of the three-headed monster also attacked Niu Baiwan and Nocturne in B-flat Minor respectively. With the heavy armor of the Paladin with strong defense, Niu Baiwan straightened his chest and endured the fierce bite of the bear head head-on, while swinging his big stone pillar and smashing it hard on Merrill's left shoulder. After exchanging an attack with the monster in this brave fighting method of blood for blood and life for life, the brave minotaur let out an inspiring heroic cry:
“…Help! It hurts so much! Give me some blood! I’m dying!…”
The dwarf bard's fate was much more miserable than that of the tauren paladin. He could not equip himself with tough and heavy metal armor, nor did he have strong and vigorous vitality. The dwarfs' small and flexible skills were completely ineffective in front of Merrill's agile wolf head. The sharp wolf fangs bit Nocturne's neck fiercely, and more than 150 points of vitality disappeared in an instant. The toxin contained in the wolf fangs continued to take effect, reducing his life by 20 points on the left and 30 points on the right.
"Get out of the way, don't gather together, it attacks in groups!" The bard who had suffered a lot reminded us loudly, and immediately stepped aside to set an example. He skillfully took out a bottle of antidote and drank it, which immediately stopped the momentum of life loss, and then sang an "immunity war song" that could greatly enhance resistance to toxins.
Nocturne's suggestion was undoubtedly correct. Facing the monster Merrill that could attack three targets at the same time, rushing forward would only increase the number of targets attacked and bring unnecessary losses.
But dispersed action does not mean that our situation can be improved immediately. The messy rubble of the ruins of the city wall is rugged and difficult to walk on. The speed of movement of each of us is severely limited, and we can only stagger and barely walk on it.
This complex terrain did not hinder the three-headed polluter at all. Although it was a magical creature that had long been dead, the beast's instinct to move through the mountains, forests and rocky slopes had not left its body. It leaped and pounced flexibly in this ruin, as if it were walking on flat ground. We had no way of getting rid of its pursuit.
Fortunately, Ding Ding Xiaoge has summoned his second servant, the "Shadow Martial Spirit" which is good at close combat and defense. Although this black demon from another world is just a facade, with a strong body and a ferocious face, its combat power is not as good as the worst Nocturne in B-flat Minor among us, but fortunately, it relies on magic to float in the air and is not restricted by the terrain. Therefore, under the command of the half-orc warlock, it can always appear beside the three-headed monster Merrill in time to attract its attention and buy time for others to escape.
When the Shadow Martial Spirit was finally unable to withstand the ferocious bites of the Three-Headed Polluter, it turned into a puff of green smoke under Merrill's claws and fled back to its own time and space world in a panic. At that time, the five of us finally escaped from the messy ruins and our feet finally stepped on solid ground.
Facing such a ferocious monster, I didn't dare to be careless for a second. As soon as I stood still, I took out a spear from my backpack and activated the "All-out Throw" skill, throwing it at Merrill who was still in the center of the ruins. The spear dragged a milky white afterimage in the air, and finally stabbed heavily on the back of the three-headed monster. More than 400 health points exploded into a thick blood mist with this fierce blow, and the monster Merrill's angry roar came from the front.
"Well done!" Niu Baiwan seemed to be deeply inspired by my fruitful results. He shouted excitedly and immediately took out his own exclusive long-range attack weapon with great interest - a "birch slingshot" that was not even as long as his two knuckles.
When you see a Minotaur Paladin holding up his hands with orchid fingers and carefully launching at the Three-Headed Polluter, which has taken away its single-digit health points, I think you will cherish the weapon in your hand no matter how bad it is - no matter how bad its attributes are, at least you will never look more wretched than this Minotaur Paladin when using it.
"Pretty ass, this is all money!" I felt a great pain in my heart, and I was full of remorse and anger towards the tauren who didn't know the value of firewood and rice. You know, the killing effect caused by "All-out Throw" is closely related to the damage attribute of the weapon itself. The damage value of more than 400 points means that the attribute of this spear is quite good. If it is sold in the market, it can be sold for at least 30 gold coins.
Thirty gold coins, I wasted them in a moment of impulse - this is probably the most expensive killing attribute I have ever seen...
In my indignation, I took out a sword and threw it with all my strength. The sharp sword whirled in the air towards Merrill, and finally chopped off the wolf head of the three-headed monster.
Five hundred and thirty-seven points of life splashed out.
Ah! My heart is bleeding...
The swift-moving monster did not leave us much time. After I had regrettably turned the two most valuable weapons in my backpack into disposable items, it was less than five steps away from us.
"Warrior, hold on. The Paladin and I will attack from both sides. The Druid should focus on healing. The Warlock should focus on controlling the damage and not leading the monsters away!" Nocturne in B-flat minor immediately made arrangements in an orderly manner.
I am a brave and glorious warrior. I will always abide by the warrior creed of "Strength comes from courage!", make friends with sharp swords and strong shields, stand at the forefront of my companions, resist the invasion of evil with my own strong will, protect my homeland and loved ones, never regret it, and be proud of it!
But, if - ahem... just "if" - "if" life could be repeated again, perhaps the Paladin would be a good choice...
I assure you from my own experience that being a warrior is by no means an enviable profession in a squad adventure battle. You know, no matter how bad the enemy is - ugly, cruel, rotten, disgusting, perverted... all these enemies, you have to fight them head-on at the closest distance, head to head, shoulder to shoulder, bear their most fierce skills, withstand their heaviest blows, and sometimes endure the stench of years from their bodies - just like now.
Merrill vented all the killing desire running in his body on me. His three big mouths hit and bit my armor, and his strong claws tore at my shield, making my shield make a heart-pounding sound of breaking. I was like a tin doll placed in front of it, tempting its rotten curiosity, bearing all its attacks alone, praying that it would be finished before tearing me into pieces.
I believe that the genius and evil magicians of the Last Empire gave Merrill three heads not only because of their alternative aesthetics in different cultural backgrounds. In fact, I am sure that this terrifying magical beast is a deadly weapon created purely for fighting and killing. Each of its heads contains several different powerful magics, which gives it a considerable advantage when facing any opponent.
I already know that his huge and violent horse head is an irresistible ramming weapon. Every powerful impact of it will make people unstable and produce the adverse effect of "knockback". And its evil eyes emitting black mist hide the strange magic power that can hypnotize the opponent in front of it. Although the hypnosis time is very short, it is enough for this fierce devil to tear the opponent to pieces. It was after this move that the "Ice Witch" summoned by Ding Ding Xiaoge was completely defeated without any preparation. As the opponent's level increases, the role that this primary servant demon that can be summoned in the early stage of the warlock can play is getting smaller and smaller. Her attack power is extremely low and her defense power is pitifully fragile. It is increasingly difficult for the freezing magic to restrict high-level opponents. All the advantages I can think of now are "beautiful face and hot body", which can add a pleasing touch of bright color to this bloody battlefield. Her ornamental value is far greater than the actual role she can play.
The withered bear head that has begun to shrink has inherited the strong power of the bear tribe. Although its attack frequency is low and its action is relatively slow, its lethality is the highest among the three heads. Moreover, it can emit a terrifying roar, which produces a deterrent effect similar to the "Fearful Roar", making the enemy panic and unable to fight. What is strange is that the brave tauren have a 5% resistance bonus to the fear effect, but our tauren paladin Niu Baiwan is always successful. As long as the bear head starts to roar loudly, we can see him covering his head and panicking like a headless fly. You know, the dwarfs have always been known for being timid and cunning, but even the dwarf bard Nocturne in B-flat minor mustered up the courage and successfully resisted this sonic attack that wears down the opponent's will.
Whether it was the savagely charging horse head or the roaring bear head, they were far less difficult to deal with than the cunning wolf head. This wolf head with terrible scars was the center of the monster's movement. Its attacks were as swift as the wind, and it was also cunning and treacherous, always launching sudden attacks from unpredictable angles, making it difficult to resist. Moreover, the sharp wolf fangs were mixed with powerful toxins, and almost every three attacks would produce continuous damage of poisonous attributes. The damage caused to us by its head alone was more than the other two heads combined.
"Is there anything this guy can't do?" Fighting with such an all-round monster is simply a painful torture, Nocturne in B-flat minor complained loudly and helplessly with a sad face.
"At least it won't add blood to itself... " Niu Baiwan cast a healing spell on himself, saying it both to show off and to express relief.
The wolf's head suddenly bit my shoulder and began to suck hard, which was unusual for me. I felt a weak twitch in my shoulder and looked up suddenly to find that as my life was fading, a line of green writing with "+237" appeared on Merrill's head.
Damn it, Life Siphon, it can even do that...
"What did you just say?" I was so upset that I could not even cry. I questioned Niu Baiwan angrily.
"Uh... I didn't say anything..." The Minotaur Paladin shrugged and threw a healing spell over my head. His face was like a piece of cooked cowhide, looking red and shiny.
"…wolf ears, bear strength. If you give it a leopard head and an eagle head, it can directly play Sheriff Bresta without even having to put on makeup…" Tintin threw a shadow arrow from a distance and said jokingly.
Unexpectedly, this attack magic produced a critical hit effect, which instantly knocked off more than 300 points of Merril's health, reducing the monster's vitality to a critical level. This powerful spell immediately angered the Three-Headed Defiler, and it immediately gave up the fight with us and turned to pounce on the Orc Warlock standing ten steps away. No matter how we attacked, we couldn't pull it back.
Ding Ding Xiaoge's last servant had just been destroyed. He had no protection and his magic power had just reached the bottom, which was a time when his defense was weak. The thin cloth armor he was wearing could not withstand the sharp teeth of the three-headed monster. After a round of crazy medicine, he was killed on the spot.
"Oh no, oh no, Jeff! Didn't I tell you to hold it? How did you let it go away?" Witnessing the death of his comrade, Niu Baiwan sighed with regret and complained to me in a humming voice.
"Just be content. I only have one shield, but he has three heads. What else do you expect from me? Stick your butt out to block his mouth?" I retorted unconvinced, but in my heart I felt sorry for the unlucky orc warlock. I could only hack and kill hard, trying my best to make up for my mistake.
"This idea sounds good..." The Minotaur Paladin was about to mock me when the horse head immediately stretched its neck and bit his plump and straight buttocks, putting that "sounds good" idea into practice with its actions.
You know what, once the horse head finds a target of interest, it becomes much easier to deal with the other two heads. However, this short-term convenience requires someone to pay a heavy price:
"Oh my ass..."
