Chapter 282
Chapter 282 The Mushroom Cottage
The basic attributes of the Golem Knight were as follows: Strength: 14 | Agility: 9 | Physique: 12 | Spirit: 7
The Infernal Tyrant, on the other hand had: Strength: 9 | Agility: 7 | Physique: 11 | Spirit: 18
Each of the golems had their own respective advantages.
The Golem Knight was extremely strong and powerful, with a tough shield and a sharp sword. Its melee battle techniques would also make it very easy for the golem to endure the bombardment of spells and close in on the enemy. However, it only had seven Spirit. This meant that the amount of energy it had stored within itself wouldn’t be enough to sustain its consumption over a long period of time.
This was perhaps its only flaw!
The Infernal Tyrant, on the other hand, had sufficient Physique and Strength to roll over most adepts and golems. However, these statistics were utterly pathetic when compared to the Golem Knight. That said, it had a massive amount of Spirit that allowed it to continuously cast spells without fear of running out of energy. Still, the Tyrant was probably inferior in combat against the Golem Knight.
Of course, this was mostly because of the difference in their equipment!
“All the witches believe in the Witch Queen. All killing is forbidden between fellow witches. Those who break this rule would become the common enemy of all witches!”
“Oh? There was such a thing?” Greem asked curiously, “Then if it was you who accidentally fell into the poison puddles, would it be considered their fault?”
“Of course! Otherwise, any witch would be able to use such ‘accidental’ means to get rid of other witches they don’t like!”
Alice had just finished speaking when a cloud of white mist quickly gathered by the pool of water beside her. The mist formed into the shape of an elderly’ woman’s face. It was a hideous and deathly pale face.
“Little brat, don’t be so sure of your words. You aren’t a real witch as of yet. Killing you wouldn’t be a violation of our vows!” The old witch in the mist cackled sinisterly.
“But I’m already a candidate for the Witch of Fate now! If you kill me, that would be considered interfering in the selection of the Witch of Fate.” Alice might look young, but she was still extremely knowledgeable. The words she spoke rang true.
“Aren’t you a feisty one? Very well. Thanks to this little brat, I’ll make an exception and meet you two!”
The pool of murky water quickly returned to being a pool of water after the old witch said that.
The ghostly trees started to let out screeching noises as they slowly crawled to two sides, revealing a path as they did so.
The Mushroom Cottage appeared right before them all of a sudden, cutting right through the mist.
Greem held Alice’s hand as they walked forward onto a gray grass field in the middle of the swamp. The Mushroom Cottage was located in the middle of this field.
The field wasn’t very large. It was only about seven hundred square meters in size.
The Mushroom Cottage was even smaller. It was only one and a half meters tall and less than five meters in radius.
However it wasn’t the size of the Mushroom Cottage, but rather its rundown condition and crudeness that surprised Greem.
This Mushroom Cottage resembled one of those broken huts you’d see in the ghettos of the poor.
It was crumbling and slanted, with plenty of cobwebs hanging off the roofs. Even the moss and other plants that grew on the Cottage appeared to be pale and deathly, without any signs of life.
“Come on in! The two of you.” A piercing old voice came from within the house.
Greem grit his teeth. He had no other option but to bend down and enter the Cottage with Alice.
To his tremendous shock, the inside of the house wasn’t as small and cramped as he expected. Even with his height, he was still able to stand straight. There was even fifty centimeters of space before he hit the ceiling.
The Cottage also had a second layer on the inside. Greem could see through the cracks and make out a crude and simple study room.
A large pillar stood in the middle of the house. It was twisted, slanted, and filled with moss all over.
A massive, ugly cauldron was boiling above a roaring fire pit in a corner of the house. Its contents seemed to be some sort of unknown green soup. There were all sorts of odd contents bobbing about the pool of liquid. White eyeballs, the arms of unknown creatures, and even human skulls…
An indescribably pungent odor hung in the air. Greem’s took a single breath and his face went green.
Dammit, there was poison in this soup!