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Diego crawled under the banks of the canal, poking his head out to observe the two abominations standing at the door of the alchemy room.
They had been standing there for a long time, but they were still motionless, as silent as two flesh statues.
"Don't they need to change shifts?"
Blood Spear said behind him.
"They don't get tired from standing there all day."
Masrae replied.
These giant stitch monsters are natural guards, they are powerful and loyal to their duties, and they have few shortcomings other than being particularly edible and a little stupid.
"Shall we just go in like this?"
Blood Spear flipped the war hammer in his hand and asked.
"Of course not."
Diego glanced back at him, and to be honest, he didn't have much hope for the orc's IQ anymore, as long as he didn't drop the chain when he was needed to contribute.
"Guan Haifa, it's up to you now," the hunter said softly to his fellow animal, who looked at him with some excitement and twitched his ears slightly, "go and lure those two abominations away, and then find a place to hide and wait for us to come back." ” The big cat glared at him very humanly—even the orcs could see the displeasure in its eyes—for it was too unchallenged, but it obediently jumped onto the riverbank, shook off the sewage, and paced gracefully towards the two stitching monsters.
The abomination of the pitiful brain capacity - it is said that the necromancer used the brains to make them were mainly ogres - was not enough to make them understand what was happening, and they stared blankly until Guan Haifa swaggered in front of them.
The big cat squatted down arrogantly, glanced at them with disdain, and then picked up its soft fur on its own.
Although it was difficult for these two haters to understand the meaning of the big cat's eyes, their greed and desire for fresh flesh and blood still made them pounce on Guan Haifa without hesitation, you know, in this city of death, the opportunity for fresh meat to be automatically delivered to the door is not every day.
Guanhaifa a longitudinal crossing.
Easily jumped out of the two ends of the hate.
It flicked its tail and ran off unhurriedly.
Behind it were two stitching monsters that took huge steps like shaking mountains.
"Let's go!"
Looking at the back of the departed hatred, Diego jumped out of the water.
Strode towards the gate of the alchemy workshop.
Inside the gate is a curved wooden trestle that leads to an archway, and below the small bridge is a pool of green pus.
A fleshy organ like a giant earthworm poked out of the pool, its head hanging above a square wellhead above the water's surface.
The surface of this strange organ is covered with huge stitches left behind by various sutures.
Several metal pipes extended from the wall, under the liquid surface, and pierced into its interior.
It still seemed to have life, constantly shrinking and expanding, and with each contraction, a green liquid sprayed out of its body and dripped into the wellmouth below.
【ㄨ】 Diego stopped in the middle of the trestle, then popped into the waterhole and swam towards the well.
"Let's go down here."
He said as he swam.
"Are you sure this is the only import?"
Bloodspear asked with a disgusted glance at the pus under the bridge.
He pointed to the arch that led to the wooden bridge, "Why can't we go that way?"
” "Of course you can, and then you will be blocked in the corridor by dozens of guards, and finally become the favorite experimental living body of the pharmacists!"
Diego scoffed.
He took out a rope with an iron hook from his bag and hung it on the edge of the well.
"Well, you're always right."
Blood Spear said helplessly, and he jumped off the bridge and swam this way.
Masrae followed him.
"I'll be the first to go down," he said, grabbing the rope and crawling into the well.
Orcs always like to rush to the front of the line.
Many times, they look more like they are scrambling to die.
But Diego reached out and grabbed him.
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"Listen to me, Nazaire, I bet what's going on down there will be more than you can handle.
In fact, I hate it too, but I still ask you to exercise restraint and not act rashly until we find a way to destroy these damned apothecaries, because that would destroy us all!"
Diego said earnestly.
"Okay.
Well, I'll be careful.
The orc said impatiently, "Let's go down, I can't wait to do it." ” This sentence gave Diego a bad feeling in his heart, but the ghost sent the god to him, and he still allowed the orc to climb down the rope.
They fished down the rope and came to a medium-sized room.
The Bloodspear discovered that the well they had passed through was nothing more than a square hole in the ceiling of this room.
The pus dripping from that strange fleshy organ was being collected in a cauldron in the middle of the room.
It seems that the liquid in the cauldron has just been transported once, and the newly dripping liquid has not even completely covered the bottom of the pot.
"We're lucky that it's a vacant room, at least for a while without worrying about being discovered."
Blood Spear couldn't help but sigh.
"We never got through it by luck."
Masrae couldn't help but flatten his mouth and retorted in his heart.
He was accustomed to Diego's unpredictable and prophetic wonders.
They crossed the cauldron and came behind the door.
Looking through the crack in the door, they saw a large workshop-like hall outside.
Many thick chains hung from the ceiling, and hooks at the ends hung with fresh or decaying creature limbs, and it was clear that not all of the corpses had come from the grave.
In fact, not all of the chains were hung from corpses, and there were some metal objects with round electrodes, and from time to time green electric light scurried between these electrodes, making a crackling sound.
Beneath these corpses were large wooden tables filled with all sorts of alchemical vessels, creepy specimens, and all sorts of disgusting reagents, some of which were lined with adjustable bed-shaped wooden planks that were intended for the living, judging by the iron rings and blood stains on them.
At this moment, next to these tables, there are busy apothecaries of the Forsaken.
These pharmacists fit perfectly into the mad scientists of Diego's previous life, they all looked scruffy and unkempt, and in some ways, they even seemed more focused than the mad scientists, because they didn't even care much about their own bodies anymore, many of them were rotten to the bone, and fat maggots were writhing in and out of the rotten flesh.
"Another shameful defeat!"
At that moment, they heard a roar of rage coming from the hall, and following the sound, they saw a pharmacist in black robes on a high platform on one side of the hall in a rage.
His face was all hidden under the hood of his robes, and Diego couldn't tell who it was, but looking at it this way, his status in the Royal Apothecary Society was certainly not too low.
"How many times has this failed?
Fiftieth time, or sixtieth time?
He asked angrily, "I'm just asking you to be loyal to the Royal Apothecary Guild of the Abomination of Sylvanas, and you can't do it!"
I almost got into big trouble!
If it weren't for the management of the abominable Roberyk?
The Thorn is our man, and we've all been crushed to the bones by that woman!
” The three infiltrators hiding behind the door suddenly realized that the abomination they encountered when they entered the city was not for no reason.
"Damn, I know that radish or something isn't a good person!"
The Blood Spear couldn't help but roar angrily.
"Shut up!"
Diego turned his head and glared at him sternly, "Do you want to alarm everyone?"
” The orc shrugged his shoulders and said no more.
He leaned over the crack in the door, trying to see more clearly, but at that moment, there was a crunch of "snapping" from under his feet.
He glanced back at Diego apologetically, then lifted his feet.
Everyone could see that a fist-sized maggot was stuck under the sole of his shoe, but at this moment, all that remained of the creature was a skin and a puddle of gray-green pus.
"Hell, that's disgusting!"
He couldn't help but curse.
(To be continued.) )