Pfft!
The split arrow shot straight through the mud monster's head.
Because there was only one head above the ground, the split arrow had no chance to split. A ten spirit stone arrow ended up being used like an ordinary arrow.
But it was precisely because it didn't get the chance to split that, after the mud monster's head was pierced, just as it was about to shrink back underground, the long arrow shaft jammed it firmly against the chest cavity of the villager.
"It can't go back down!"
Ethan roared, leaping straight off the scarecrow's head and grabbing the scarecrow by the neck.
Horizontal thrust, straight stab.
He drove the bamboo pole beneath the scarecrow straight through one of the mud monster's heads, pinning it firmly to the ground.
Hiss!
The bone horse quickly came back again.
Ethan hurriedly tried to pile the remaining five villagers onto the bone horse, but although the bone horse could carry the weight, there simply wasn't enough space on its back for that many people.
With no other choice, Ethan could only tie up four villagers and have the bone horse take them out.
As for the remaining villager, Ethan could only plan to give up on them.
Because these mud monsters had already gotten smarter.
They would no longer rashly attack Ethan on the surface, but instead chose to attack the people lying on the ground.
That way… they could take a bite of flesh before being discovered.
Coo! Coo!
The white eagle, which had been unable to get down into the pit, anxiously paced in circles at the edge of the pit.
Ethan glanced at it, and an idea immediately came to him.
"White Eagle, I'll throw the person up. You catch them!"
"Coo!"
The white eagle nodded.
Without another word, Ethan grabbed the villager by the waistband, then swung them in a big arc and tossed them up toward the top of the pit.
"Screech!"
The white eagle flapped its wings once, its large talons easily grabbing hold of the villager.
Then it spread its wings wide and beat them hard. Dust flew everywhere, and in the next instant it carried the villager high into the sky, flying off in the direction the bone horse had gone.
["Lord, now that all the villagers have been rescued, aren't you going to pull me out?"]
The scarecrow whimpered pitifully, ["This thing is way too disgusting. It's all sticky all over, way more disgusting than a witch, and it even smells weird. Help!"]
"No!", Ethan shook his head, "Anyway, this thing only eats meat. It doesn't seem interested in non-humans like you."
"If I let it go, who knows if it'll sneak back underground and go after the villagers and Daji."
"When that happens, it won't be so easy for me to catch it again."
After saying that, Ethan stopped using the rich-guy arrows. Too expensive, too painful to waste.
Besides, with no villagers left down here, and with his current agility, it would still be quite hard for the mud monster to hit him.
So Ethan put the enchanted dragon bow back into his bag and swapped it for a Dragon Slaying Saber.
Since arrows weren't effective, he might as well stop wasting them.
["Wuu~ Wuu~"]
இwஇ
The scarecrow cried sadly.
Who told it that it was just a scarecrow?
A worker's body, a worker's soul. If a worker doesn't work hard carrying bricks today, tomorrow their status won't be secure.
The scarecrow sighed. Who told it that aside from its big carving, it had no other skills?
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
As chunks of earth on the ground burst apart one after another, Ethan guessed the mud monster was coming out. His gaze sharpened, staring straight at the ground.
"It's coming!"
Almost at the same time, three worm-like heads burst out of the ground and swept toward Ethan.
Ethan hurriedly swung the Dragon Slaying Saber in his hand, slashing at those huge heads. It was just like an endless game of whack-a-mole, one slash per head, one slash per monster.
Pfft!
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
The moment a mud monster's head was cut off, countless splashes of green blood plasma filled with the stench of earth sprayed out.
Even though Ethan was being careful, he still got splattered all over with that disgusting blood plasma.
"Damn it!", Ethan shook the slime off the blade.
That sticky liquid was just like snot. No matter how hard he shook, it wouldn't come off.
'So disgusting!"
Gurgle~ Gurgle~
Underground, one of the mud monster's heads was pinned to the surface by Ethan.
Now, even if it wanted to escape, it simply couldn't.
All it could do was keep writhing nonstop beneath the ground… as if searching for the right moment to strike.
"Hmph!"
Ethan stared at the ground and said coldly, "You dared touch my villagers. Today, you're dead for sure!"
The line sounded cool enough, but aside from endlessly chopping off its heads, Ethan really couldn't think of any especially good way to deal with this thing.
After all, fire didn't work on it.
Split arrows couldn't split at all since it stayed underground.
As for his few spells that were a bit weak, and also stinky and long-winded, they were fine for making traps.
But if he really tried to use them on this thing, he'd probably still be chanting when the mud monster had already run away.
And the scarecrow had said it before. This thing had magic resistance. Whether soft or hard attacks would even work was another question altogether…
["You want it dead for sure? That's a bit hard."]
The scarecrow sighed, ["This thing is basically an infinitely splitting body. Forget normal attacks. Even magic attacks are mostly ineffective against it."]
["Once, a grand archmage did experiments, using various blades, flames, freezing, petrification…"]
["All kinds of inhumane experiments to deal with this kind of mud monster!"]
["In the end, they found that while these attacks did cause some damage, because of the mud monster's infinite splitting ability and magic resistance, physical and magical attacks could only hurt it, but were far from killing it!"]
["Only curse-type black magic might be able to directly drain the mud monster's life essence and kill it completely!"]
"Curse-type black magic?"
(✪ω✪ )!
Hearing this, Ethan's eyes lit up instantly.
He suddenly thought of the witch doll he had nailed to the ground. Maybe that thing could deal with the mud monster.
["Yeah!"], The scarecrow nodded, not really understanding, ["Lord, don't tell me you can even use that? That's a forbidden spell. Supposedly, aside from wilderness witches, only a very small number of grand archmages know it!"]
"Of course…", Ethan said seriously, "I can't."
The scarecrow exploded, ["If you can't, then what the hell are you talking about?"]
"I can't, but that doesn't mean nobody can," Ethan said, "Tell me this. If someone cursed me with 'you will definitely die today,' then as long as I don't touch them, is there a way to trigger that curse?"
["There is… there is, actually…"]
The scarecrow pondered for a moment before speaking, ["I remember seeing a book on a witch's bookshelf, written by the black mage Vivaldi. It recorded a method of using the cursed person's blood and a sufficiently powerful life form to transfer a curse."]
"Exactly how do you do it?"
As Ethan spoke, he stabbed his blade into a patch of dirt that was about to be pushed open.
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