Boiling Beast Bloodline

Chapter 1937: 625: Bittersweet Extremes (Part 2)

Chapter 1937: Chapter 625: Bittersweet Extremes (Part 2)

The other three adventurers exchanged a helpless look, shrugging at each other with a wry smile.

The “sludge monster” is just an ordinary gregarious magical beast, wild and capable of spraying a stench-filled “sludge missile”; generally speaking, adventurers avoid provoking such a detestable creature, not out of fear of its attack power, but because the stench from fighting it can linger for months.

However, since their straightforward companion had already gone after it, the rest couldn’t just stand by idly.

In the short time they had spent together, everyone had grown fond of this bull-headed man; he was brave, honest, and strong, always charging forward in every battle, and never complaining about receiving a smaller share of the loot.

It’s just a pity that racial discrimination among humans is so severe; there are indeed too few Beamon warriors working in the civilized world. Otherwise, the “Peninsula Iron Box” adventure team would certainly recruit more Beamon warriors. With them around, there’s even more of a sense of security than with a mage, especially when you think about how even the regular army of the Bimon Kingdom doesn’t have enough metal to arm themselves. The adventurers of the “Peninsula Iron Box” can’t help but sigh.

With the long-range attacks of the mage and elves archer, plus the thief’s stealthy ambush, the Tauren’s sharp battle axe felled a dozen sludge monsters in a row, as clean and swift as chopping down trees; realizing they’d hit a hard target, a giant “Sludge Forerunner” with a dark red body let out a strange shriek and quickly retreated into the swamp with four or five minions in tow.

“Wait!” The mage’s eyes lit up, grabbing the elf archer’s arm.

Although the “Sludge Forerunner” was covered in foul sludge, from the recent encounter, Master Anelka discerned three strange elemental fluctuations from its body. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the “Sludge Forerunner” wore a bowl-shaped metal amulet around its neck, and two metal bracers on each arm, faintly emanating treasure-like aura.

“It’s the ‘Magic Resistance Amulet,’ ‘Striped Bracer,’ and ‘Slow Bead Pendant’!” The mage was so excited he was speaking incoherently. Hearing this, the eyes of the other three adventurers widened immediately.

The “Magic Resistance Amulet” can grant immunity to an intermediate spell every five minutes, the “Striped Bracer” can weaken attacks below 33% higher magic against the wearer, and the “Slow Bead Pendant” can increase spell attack power by 15% while also casting the negative effect “slow” on enemies.

These are three extremely valuable magical artifacts, and more importantly, they are all flagship products of ancient goblin shops.

If it were any other time, the four adventurers would surely have killed the “Sludge Forerunner” and divided the loot on the spot, but today they certainly wouldn’t do that.

Not hurriedly, they followed behind the group of sludge monsters, chasing for about half an hour. In the center of a wetland backed by the Chinese Fir Forest, the adventurers discovered a decrepit stone house, held up by four stone pillars at least three meters above the ground. The spiral wooden staircase outside had completely decayed, and on the roof lay a cigar-shaped airship; the airbag long gone, leaving only the old hull, covered in green rust, dangling between the roof and canopy.

Amidst cheers, the adventurers rushed forward and quickly took down the “Sludge Forerunner.”

As for the remaining fleeing sludge monster minions, the ecstatic four adventurers were no longer in the mood to chase them.

The mage displayed skills even more agile than the thief, quickly stripping the three coveted magical equipments from the “Sludge Forerunner,” reckless of the dirt and stench, hurriedly equipping them and feeling the dramatic boost in his power with joy.

The thief and elf archer eagerly leapt onto the bottom beam of the ruined stone house, deftly flipping over and “clambering up” the broken wall corridor outside the stone house.

The Tauren warrior, supporting himself with his battle axe, could only stand on the ground looking on at this stair-less stone house.

“Quick, tell me what you found?” The mage cupped his hands into a speaker shape, anxiously pacing in circles on the ground.

A sharp crack of a stone plank splitting sounded as a slender figure plummeted down from the stone house’s base, splashing a large area of water over the wetland.

“Damn!” The thief grimaced, standing up and wiping the water from his face, “The floor in this house is too weak, it breaks with just a light step.”

“It’s like this after so many years; even iron would be useless.” The mage walked to the center of the four supporting stone columns, raising his head, straining his eyesight up through the heavily damaged floor gaps below the stone house.

The elves can walk on snow without leaving a trace, and now Anelka was counting on the elf archer’s light figure to bring back some good stuff from inside.

“Look what I found?” The Tauren pulled out a crystal bottle covered in black spots from the grass underfoot.

“It’s magic potion, a top product from ancient goblins, but it’s already dried up.” The mage clicked his tongue, fondling the crystal bottle in his hand, regretfully gazing at the solidified black lumps inside.

“I found so many things!” The elf dashed out of the stone house onto the corridor in a whirlwind, bursting into laughter as he threw down the pile of loot in his arms.

Lure marker, negation music box, spirit transport necklace…

Magic chain staff, stasis staff, magic theft staff…