88 Episode 88: The Ghost Slime Tragedy (1/2)
We push Catacomb de Liqueville, the labyrinth of the catacombs of the catacombs, with a princess hug.
The guide is Mr. Pott. He's leading us without hesitation with the lamp in his hand.
As we move forward, we meet all kinds of parties.
”Hello -”
”Oh, you're tired.”
We proceed as we greet a veteran-like party resting in the square.
The prine in my arm looked up at me.
”You have a lot of adventurers, Ra!
”Oh, I knew this floor was a lot. Maybe he's eating because the roads are tough.”
”Thanks to Mr. Pott for directing us, we're fine.”
”Not at all. Thank you.”
I discovered other parties, even during conversations with others. A combination of warriors, sheafs, martial artists, and monks that weighs slightly on the attack. All male and about thirties old. Apparently in battle......
Sounds like you're struggling.
”Want to help?
”Let's go take a look. Prine, prepare for battle.”
”Get off?”
”If I have to.”
What they're dealing with are two zombie soldiers (swords and spears) and a purple ghost - purple shroud.
Sounds like a downside.
A warrior manages to take the attack of a zombie soldier (sword) and make an impulse. Next to it, a martial artist was injured and the sheaf entered the cover, unable to thrust the zombie soldier (spear). The moment the Sorcerer's shot frozen spear, Isicle Lance, hits the Ghost,
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Ghost - Purple shroud literally shrouded (screamed). Psychological attack. The movement stops as if everyone at the party was dull with fear. Zombie Soldiers attacking mercilessly there.
”Wow!”
”Hih, no!
The sword piercing deep into the warrior's thighs, the spear piercing the ear belly of the sheaf, the martial artist is searching for the removed potion, and the sorcerer is about to be eaten from his head by a frozen purple shroud.
That sucks.
”Prine, get rid of it.”
”- The grain glittering line Photon Ray!
Noob!
A prine with a wand out of the gap in her coat unleashed magic. Extinguish the warrior and the two zombie soldiers who were about to stab Todome in the sheaf. The remaining purple shrouds are:
”Hey.”
I'm approaching. I poke him with a spear. Only for a moment, it was a purple shroud that was as stupid as smoke, but when a pale light came out of the spear's tip, it returned to the fog in agony and anguish.
It is a victory.
Gently lower the prine, look back, see the wounded and fallen warrior and sheaf.
”Ugh, guh...”
”You guys...”
”Don't talk. I'll treat you right away.”
Hands on their wounds, I cast a spell. The same party can do magic even if it's some distance away, but when it's not, it has to be close enough to be touched. Healing magic, auxiliary magic.
”- Here is the miracle of God. Healing” Heels ”
I realized that magic that can be used without chanting can be a little more effective when chanted.
The wound has healed, but apparently he is also poisoned. Then ”Detoxification” was used.
”Sorry, thanks”
”Thank you...”
”No, we're each other in trouble. May the Lord bless you all.”
When I prayed like a monk, the warrior gave me an ether potion. It is an item that restores magic.
”It may not be enough for the MP I consumed, but take it. Thank you.”
”Thank you. But you can't have it so much.”
More than enough.
”That's okay. There are no monks at our party. I try to give it to you whenever I get help.”
”I see. Thank you, then”
We made sure the warrior got up safely and we moved on.
Mr Pott says as he walks with the lamp on.
”It's an earlier purple shroud, but it had the nature of a physical attack not going through. But...”
”Can you guess this' holy spear '?
”You're right.”
Mr. Smiling Pot.
That ghost, he was making that kind of move.
Also, Mr. Pott continues.
”With the magic of a monk, Xol, any weapon can be attacked with about half its power.”
”I see.”
The princess is holding me again, Prine said.
”That's a unique magic monk!
”Oh. I'm glad I kept this job, just like Prine divulged me. Thanks.”
”Eh heh heh.”
Praise, the prine laughs like it tickles. Pretty. Thinking so, there's a reaction to detection.
”Dear Larna,”
”You're out.”
- Are you kidding me?
It sounds like someone is laughing.
What emerged from the darkness was shameful.
Skeleton Night, a skeleton swordsman. The numbers are the same. I have a long sword in both hands one at a time. Duplicant.
Mr. Pott draws attention.
”Please be careful. The monster has a lot of sharp sword moves.”
”Yo.”
Shh. Ooh.
My spear pierces between Skeleton Knight's eyebrows and returns to mist. I knocked him down lightly.
”It's nothing. Excellent, Lady Larna.”
”That's Ra-kun!
”Let's keep going -”
Shh, and me putting up a holy spear. Ooh! And Prine put her hand up too.
”He is' Durahan '. As you can see, I'm a knight without a neck. The weakness is water,”
”Hey.”
”Yes, I am also vulnerable to the power of holiness”
”Its grumpy, very stinky round object is Rottonblaine. They say it's the brain that escaped the demon monk's body. I'm launching a magic and curse attack. Above all, the enchanted spell is terrifying, a natural enemy of the sorcerer.”
”Torah.”
”Yes. I am vulnerable to physical attacks. Note that the weapon that touched Rottonblaine will be cursed, but the holy spear will be fine”
”Those are vampire gools. It hits the top species of zombies. If you can eat the heart out of them, the eaten humans are horrible monsters that ghoul too,”
”Because”
”Yes, you are not Lord Larna's enemy.”
It is the momentum of the bamboo.
But it happened abruptly.
”Dear Larna. This time it's really just a little tough enemies.”