vncnus Chapter 147 Spiders
Chapter 147 Spiders
If Tom felt weird when he saw this fantasy battle, then the Acromantulas and centaurs who were fighting just felt panic when they saw him——
The young man, who was held up by the wriggling black tentacles protruding from his body, appeared silently on the edge of the battlefield, covered in a thread-like black and white flow of light. His face could hardly be seen, and only vague human figures could be seen at times. The tiny droplets of turbid water fell on the ground, creating a blanket of lifeless energy, while those thread-like streams of light also penetrated densely into the surrounding trees, extracting life without restraint.
The evil spirit is awe-inspiring and terrifying.
The centaurs almost noticed the unknown creature approaching and immediately jumped up and shouted "Retreat". They didn't even have to look up at the stars. The natural prophets had already had a premonition of the ominous situation. He ran as fast as he could, and managed to run like a galloping horse in a dense forest that was not conducive to running.
The Acromantulas stacked into a wall will be slower to respond. They moved slowly and fell off their companions, and then pushed and squeezed to sort out their formation.
Tom didn't have much time to figure out why there were so many prohibited creatures, the Acromantula, in the Forbidden Forest. You must know that this is a Class A non-trade commodity, a sealed 5X level dangerous creature that cannot be tamed. How could it appear in magic? In college? He only needs to know that the Acromantula can be hunted, and the number seems to be considerable. If he does not deal with his problem, he will either die under the death energy attack of the black dog, or He is about to mutate into a brand new magical creature and provide learning materials for future generations...
You can’t use textbooks this way!
He didn't have so much trouble with his magic power. Seeing that "little bread" only had one flavor left in the blink of an eye, he was so anxious that he rushed towards the center of the battlefield with the tom in his hand, and the black silk threads waving all over the sky were rolled up. The remnant souls in the air began to suck eagerly, and wisps of gray-white silk-like gas were slowly drawn out and penetrated directly along Tom's mouth, nose and other orifices.
It smells so good... Tom couldn't help but take a deep breath. As he took a deep breath, the gray-white air flowed in much faster. For this reason he felt his mutant magic returning a vague thought of praise.
...What does this mean? It’s great that the kindergarten children have learned to eat by themselves, isn’t it? Tom had mixed emotions after being praised by the magic of black silk thread that worked hard to find food.
Part of the black silk thread was freed from this, and he eagerly "looked" at the spiders on the opposite side. But fortunately, because the gray-white air flow successfully forced out a few wisps of death, Tom's unconsciousness was slightly restrained, so the magicians could still reluctantly obey Tom's command, instead of rushing up to eat based on instinct.
Tom's main concern is that spiders are different from immobile plants like grass and trees. They can resist. Judging from the battle between them and the centaurs just now, the description of the dangers of Acromantulas in the book is very understated, so He tried to stall for a little while, waiting for the Dementors, who were his subsequent reserves, to get closer.
"Aragog!" The spiders also smelled the ominous smell, and their big shiny black stings clicked anxiously. They all shouted in unison: "Aragog!"
They moved, squeezing next to each other and barely making way for a two-lane road. Tom could peer through the wide gap and see a giant, misty, hemispherical web behind it.
From the middle of the spider web, a spider as big as an elephant emerged very slowly. Its body and legs were black with gray in color, and each eye on its ugly head with big pincers was covered with a layer of white. It looked like it was old and blind.
"What's going on?" The spider that was called out said slowly, its two large claws moving rapidly, making a clicking sound.
"people."
"monster."
"I don't recognize it."
Several giant spiders that were larger than other spiders talked all over the place, waiting for Aragog to give them an idea.
Aragog grew impatient and moved a little closer, his eight milky eyes looking blankly.
"Are you sure it's not Hagrid?" It only cared about this question.
"No." This time the spiders answered it in a much neater voice.
Hagrid? Why did they go out of their way to confirm if it was Hagrid? Tom's mind was spinning, and he remembered that the centaur professor complained that Hagrid did not take good care of his pets. Those pets that roamed freely in the Forbidden Forest had many conflicts with his tribe...
No way? Raise a group of "untamable" and "5X dangerous level" prohibited creatures?
Sounds like something Hagrid could do...
Tom hesitated a little, but the spiders helped him make up his mind——
"Kill him." Aragog said coldly. "There is no reason not to enjoy the fresh human flesh delivered to your door. Leave his brains to me. I want to eat something soft."
Suddenly, there was a clicking sound, and countless long legs swayed in the shadow of the trees. Huge spiders approached him from above and from the ground, while countless small spiders surged up from the rotten leaves and soil on the ground. Spider comes.