Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 135: Berserk Infection Potion

Chapter 135: Berserk Infection Potion

Whoosh!

Fierce flames burned the piled corpses.

Thanks to the oil that had been poured on them, these bodies would eventually be fully incinerated.

In the end, only a few ashes would remain, swallowed by the Misty Swamp.

Thick black smoke billowed upward, straight into the sky.

It stained the blood-colored world with a shade of dark gray.

The adventurers on the wall were excitedly chattering.

Every adventurer who had joined the battle had received their reward.

The reward was very generous!

The adventurers who hadn't participated were full of regret, silently listening to the others' discussions, but inwardly they made a firm decision.

Next time, they couldn't miss out!

Smelling the faint scent of blood, Matthew thoughtfully gazed out at the Misty Swamp under the scarlet moonlight.

In his mind, he recalled that night.

The caravan had crossed the Misty Swamp on its way to Bay Village when they encountered those mutated fishmen.

"The influence of the scarlet moon has indeed weakened..."

Matthew recalled the scene of others taking the purification potion and subconsciously furrowed his brow:

"But it shouldn't have weakened this much!"

Today, the Misty Swamp was too quiet!

Although they had fought fiercely with the bandits, the commotion alone wasn't enough to suppress the greedy desires of the predators in the Misty Swamp.

With such a strong smell of blood, why hadn't it attracted any reckless creatures?

"Yaya? Daddy, there are a lot of small enemies approaching, and they're noisy!"

Yaya's puzzled voice entered Matthew's mind.

Matthew instinctively looked up, just in time to see Yaya fluttering down, her gem-like blue eyes filled with confusion:

"Yaya? These creatures are strange; they're not afraid of me at all!"

"Daddy, they're so ugly!"

Shaking his head slightly, Matthew's expression grew serious as he watched the thickening mist. Instinctively, he turned and saw the oblivious adventurers on the wall.

Above their heads, he saw patches of "-3" and "-4" in bright red!

A sudden danger!

"So, this is where you were waiting for us!"

"Pfizer Merchant Guild, what are you up to?"

Thoughts raced through Matthew's mind as he quickly pulled out his staff and cast "Sound Amplification."

His booming voice echoed across the hill:

"Enemy attack!!"

"Combat personnel, prepare for battle! Everyone else, stay in the tents!"

The once quiet hill instantly burst into activity.

Bloodshot-eyed Adam Smith rushed out of his tent and quickly approached Matthew, following his gaze warily.

In the thick fog, nothing could be seen!

But Adam Smith knew that the Arcanist wouldn't sound the alarm without reason, so he immediately turned and began commanding the combat personnel who had just emerged from their tents: