Chapter 582
Chapter 582 Dragonborn Scout
Stitch Ghost Golem.
The Stitch Ghost Golem looked like a cloth doll the size of a palm. The left half was in the form of a man, while the right half was the form of a woman. Its entire body was filled with stitches and the signs of thread. Its body was black, and bloodstains were everywhere. Its face was composed of a single eye drawn in blood.
Three convict ghost guards would follow the Stitch Ghost Golem the moment it was successfully created. It was the golem’s only means of attack.
The three convict ghost guards were incorporeal existences; they couldn’t be affected by physical attacks. Moreover, they would take away with them a shard of the target’s soul every time they passed through the target’s body. They could then seal that soul shard within the body of the Stitch Ghost Golem.
Once the number of soul shards reached a certain amount, the Stitch Ghost Golem could activate Soul Attachment once. It would be able to take control of the target’s body for a short period. The success rate of Soul Attachment depended on the difference of Spirit between the Stitch Ghost Golem and the target creature. The stronger the Spirit of the target, the lower the success rate. If the target’s Spirit were twice that of the Stitch Ghost Golem, then the Soul Attachment would fail!
Greem put down the knowledge crystal and gave the golem a thought. He couldn’t help but be amazed by the vastness and strangeness of the world of magic. A Stitch Ghost Golem such as this wasn’t strong, but it was exceptionally odd and unpredictable. An opponent could very easily be taken down if they had no means of dealing with it.
This knowledge crystal should have come from the hands of a profession known as a Soul Master.
This wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right about this place!
Quiet. Unprecedentedly quiet. Even the small sounds of pythons slithering on rotting leaves and leeches bubbling in the murky waters couldn’t be heard.
The massive swamp area had become uncommonly quiet, almost as if the living beings here had all suddenly died.
Death…
Asa felt something wrong with his body when this word appeared in his mind.
He quickly took two steps to the side, bent his body, and lowered his head. It was only now that he realized he had been hit.
An almost intangible shroud of gray mist rose from the puddle below, polluting Asa’s scales and turning them a gray color. As the fog grew denser and thicker, the rate at which the gray corroded Asa’s body increased. It quickly spread toward the upper half of his body.
What was this?
Poison? A living creature? Or the strange ability of some magical creature?
Asa’s brain was rapidly spinning. His constant training as a dragonborn scout was already driving him to flee from the gray mist. Asa let out a muffled roar upon escaping to a nearby dirt road. Blinding firelight blasted out of his scales.
The robust Physique of the dragonborn gave Asa exceptional magic resistance. Ordinary biological poison would not be able to cause lethal damage to him. He was already gathering his strength and planning his counterattack upon escaping the enemy’s trap.
Yet, an intense daze engulfed his mind while he was ferociously stimulating the blood within his body,
Asa stumbled for a few steps and almost collapsed to the ground.
His previously rock-sturdy dragon legs were trembling and shivering. They could no longer support his massive weight.
Dammit! What poison is this? Why is it so strong?
Asa once again roared furiously. He raised the heavy metal axe high above his head and intended to fire a ferocious fireball into the air to warn the dragonborn army behind him.
Sadly, while he erected his body with serious effort, a skinny and withered black silhouette suddenly appeared within his blurry vision.
“Take a nap! Take a good nap! You should just take a nap now that you’ve run into me, Poison Hag Endor.”
The next second, an intense pain coursed through every single part of his body and gathered together to shatter Asa’s consciousness as if the figure before him had successfully cursed him.
Clang!
The metal axe fell to the ground, and the dragonborn scout’s large body slowly collapsed, splashing even more dirty water into the surroundings.
Poison Witch Endor’s withered body approached the dragonborn scout after she had brought him down. She casually made a grabbing motion, and most of the poison was extracted from his body. However, she kept part of the poison lingering in the dragonborn’s skull. This way, the dragonborn would not be able to wake up easily.
“Come, take him back to the base!”
Endor’s voice wasn’t too loud, but it immediately caused a commotion in the surroundings.
Dirt went flying and water splashed in a few large pools nearby. A dozen large construction machines climbed out of the pools to gather towards the witch with heavy footsteps.
The construction machines surged forward, lifted the unconscious dragonborn, and ran into the depths of the mist, all under the command of a goblin technician sitting high above an open-top machine.
Endor lifted her old and sinister face to look in the direction that the dragonborn scout had come from.
“The subordinates of that female fire dragon came quick! It seems we will have to fight with them here in the Swamp of Sorrows.”
Poison Witch Endor pulled her hood over her head once more after mumbling to herself and silently disappeared from the scene.