Chapter 200 4.60 The Bottom of the Cave

At midnight, when the moon rose to the top of their heads, the Slavic rebels who had fought with passion for a whole day could not help but feel tired.

Looking around, the entire holy mountain was almost covered in a thick layer of corpses and blood plasma.

Fine snowflakes fell from the sky again, suggesting that autumn was gradually fading away and winter was coming.

Loki led the last 500 Slavic slaves in the square to stand in front of the cave entrance at the highest peak of the holy mountain. The most powerful storm monks guarding the cave entrance were extremely powerful. If Loki had not taken action himself, the remaining 500 warriors might even have died in front of the door.

Fortunately, the road ahead was clear!

The Hall of Valor at the foot of the mountain had been burned to ashes, and almost all the martial arts halls on the seven mountaintops had been uprooted. The shouts and killings on the entire holy mountain had gradually weakened.

Only the 500 people around Loki still had the flames of fighting in their eyes.

"Hey, brothers!"

"It is said that the early bird catches the worm. Following Loki in the chaos is a blessing that you guys will never get in your lifetime. I have a feeling that the place we are about to enter is the vault where the gold coins are stored in the Hall of Heroes!"

"Just imagine, just now the brothers rushed into the burning broken house below in the fire, did anyone find half a gold coin?"

The Slav brothers shook their heads.

"That's right. Valhalla sells so many potions every year, where do they keep their money? I think it's very likely in this cave!"

"Brothers, winter is coming, when the whole land is frozen, our king will definitely return to Slavia, and you are all heroes who won this war! The more the war is about to end, the more you have to find a way to make a solid fortune!"

"Don't you want to be slaves and workers after you go home?"

"Don't you want to take a few hundred gold coins home, buy a manor and dozens of acres of land, and live a comfortable life?"

The Slav slaves looked at each other, their brains were almost paralyzed by the long killing all day. When they heard Loki's words at this time, everyone felt that it seemed very reasonable.

Loki squinted his eyes and carefully observed their facial expressions.

He needed these people to follow him into the cave, because he had sensed that there was a powerful spiritual energy hidden in the cave.

Not surprisingly, it should be an ancient monster from thousands of years ago, just like Feng Huzi.

He needs these Slavic slaves to act as cannon fodder and walk in front. Once he finds that the situation is not good, these people will be his meat cushions. He can immediately activate the skills upgraded by the Bloody Creator for him and turn around and run away.

Of course, if the opponent is not so strong that he cannot defeat him, he also needs these cannon fodder to die first.

All the skills of the Bloody Creator are concentrated on "blood mist". After these cannon fodders die first, their blood will flow out, and they can create blood mist and absorb strong enough spiritual energy from the blood mist.

Successfully inciting this group of Slavic farm workers who are not smart to enter the cave, Loki cautiously followed behind them. There are only a few torches inserted into the stone wall inside the cave entrance. All the storm monks guarding the cave have rushed out and died outside the cave.

At this time, the cave is empty except for a spiral staircase going down.

"The gold coin should be down there! Brothers, first come first served, why are we hesitating?"

"But Duke Loki, you are a Viking, how can you be more excited than us Slavs to plunder your own holy mountain?"

"Haha, excited? Who doesn't know that Oleg, the chief strategist under the king, is working for me? Without my secret help, would you have landed on my Viking land?" Loki boasted nonsense with his eyes wide open.

"I tell you, without me, you are destined to be slaves for life! I, Loki Starrag, am the great savior of you Slavs!"

"In the future, all the bards on your road will spread my name, Loki the Shackle Breaker. Maybe after returning home, your respected king will immediately build a few temples for me and worship me on the spot!"

The Slavic serfs around him looked at him, feeling that although what he said made no sense, he was indeed "exercising" to carry out the liberation of the Slavs.

This is a fact that is set in stone.

Without hesitation, they raised their torches and began to descend along the spiral staircase.

After walking nearly 10 meters, Loki saw that the rough stone walls in the belly of the mountain began to turn into fine stone walls stacked by humans. These huge stones formed a series of prison cells that looked like cages.

In these prison cells, huge monsters were imprisoned.

A giant snake nearly 20 meters long; a harpy with an eagle's body and a human head, a giant monster with a body similar to a human but much larger than a human; and a winged lion with two wings on its back and two heads on its head, etc.

All these originally heroic monsters were bound by thick chains and lay in the cave with a listless look.

Bursts of stench drifted out from the stone chambers one after another.

Raising a torch and approaching, Loki found that most of these poor monsters were skinny, with knife wounds and needle holes all over their arms, chests and other parts. Some wounds that had not healed completely after being cut were cut again, and even festering and rotting.

Next to the stone chamber were large and small glass bottles. The bottles contained slightly discolored blood, and some bottles were even surrounded by groups of ants.

"Fuck you"

"What are these? Is this a black factory for monster raw materials?"

Walking beside this cage that looked like a "rotten zoo", Loki covered his mouth and nose and tried his best to resist the urge to vomit.

Rotting animals, rotten blood, and this dilapidated cave full of ants, cockroaches and rats. When the Slavic serfs approached with torches held high, the animals in the cages would not even move their eyeballs, and they collapsed on the spot like zombies.

They didn't know how long they had been cruelly tortured in this cage.

(What the hell)

(If the potion the Vikings drank was made from the blood of this creature, only 30% of the Viking youths would explode and die when drinking the potion, which means the Vikings were very tough!)

(If this thing were brought to the 21st century, I'm afraid only the Indians who drink the water of the Ganges can resist the poison in the potion!)