Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 83 [Features: Elf]

Ivan slowly walked to the pile of objects that no longer looked like humans, raised his foot, and kicked it in disgust to make sure whether Brian was completely dead.

The twisted and unrecognizable object trembled slightly again, as if there was still a trace of life left.

His limbs twitched weakly and he made indistinct sounds in his throat, as if he wanted to tell Ivan something.

"You scumbag, you are really tough." Ivan drew out his steel sword expressionlessly, slashed the object several times quickly, and cut it into several scarlet pieces.

The pile of broken meat struggled to wriggle a few more times on the ground, and then, as if it had lost all support, it collapsed to the ground, completely motionless.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which mixed with the surrounding silence to create a creepy atmosphere.

"There is no essence and spiritual essence? It seems that Brian was not transformed into a giant from the essence." Ivan put the stopper in the red gourd and used his steel sword to poke a few times at the pieces of meat he had chopped off on the ground.

"What a pity. The body is stretched so much. Judging from the state, there may be no more trophies. Wait, what is this?" Ivan picked up the minced meat mixed with blood with his steel sword, and surprisingly, he found a potion belt commonly used by witchers?
Ivan lifted the belt with his steel sword and gently pushed aside the minced meat covering it.

The belt was very similar to the one Ivan wore, dark in color and made of common cowhide. The stitching was somewhat rough, and the edges even showed some signs of wear. The small pockets on it were simple, used to hold potions, but at this moment, they were empty and stained with blood.

What the hell, is this the Hulk's shorts? How could they not be torn in this situation?

Ivan reached out and picked up the belt, looking over it several times but finding nothing special. But his intuition told him that the belt must be extraordinary to have survived such a situation.

Without digging out anything else, Ivan put away his belt, then picked up the steel sword used by Brian from the ground and continued walking towards the exit of the elven ruins.

It was finally coming to an end. The air inside the ruins was too ancient, filled with the smell of mushroom spores and dust. Ivan already missed the fresh air outside with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

With his keen sense of direction and the map given to him by Toruvir, Ivan quickly found the exit of the elven ruins.

Fortunately, the exit was not far from where he came in, still within the territory of Temeria. Ivan looked around a few times based on the surroundings and spotted his chestnut horse, Chiyan, quietly waiting for him in the distance.

Chi Yan seemed to sense the arrival of his master, neighed softly, and pawed the ground with his front hooves.

Ivan walked over quickly and gently stroked Chiyan's neck. He then carefully placed the steel sword and potion belt he had received from Brian into the leather bag on his horse's back. After finishing his preparations, he mounted his horse and headed towards a gurgling stream not far away.

When they reached the stream, Ivan dismounted.

The clear stream ripples in the sunlight, like a silver ribbon sparkling with fine light.

He slowly leaned over, his gaze fixed on the calm water, his face clearly reflected in the clear stream.

Well, not bad, quite handsome.

Ivan gently scooped up a handful of cool stream water and slowly sprinkled it on his face, washing away the dust and dried blood he had picked up from the elven ruins. Then, he took out an ordinary small bottle from his waist.

In the bottle, the drop of holy elven blood, purified by the red gourd, lay quietly, like a ruby, drawing Ivan's attention. "It's quiet here, no monsters will disturb us," Ivan muttered to himself, a hint of determination in his voice.

"it's time."

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the bottle cap. A strange energy wave instantly spread from the bottle mouth. Without hesitation, Ivan raised his head and drank the blood in the bottle.

In an instant, a stream of hot yet slightly cool heat flowed into the body along the throat, quickly spreading like a rushing river, quickly flowing to every corner of the body.

Ivan felt as if his body was wrapped in countless tiny electric currents. Every inch of his skin was trembling slightly, and every nerve was screaming with excitement.

Then, his five senses began to undergo miraculous changes. His already acute hearing became even more extraordinary. He could even hear the subtle rustling of falling leaves in the distance and the sound of fish swimming through the ripples in the stream.

His vision also became clearer, and everything around him seemed to be given a layer of brighter colors. The textures of flowers, plants and trees, and the veins on the wings of insects could all be seen clearly.

At the same time, his sense of smell also underwent some slight changes. The smell of grass, flowers and soil in the air all came to life and poured into his nostrils like a tide. When he smelled this smell, he felt happy and couldn't help but indulge in it.

Faintly, he could smell an inexplicable scent in the air. The scent could not be described in words, but his brain subconsciously told him that it was the scent of nature.

As for his body, Ivan only felt that his bones were creaking, as if a wonderful reshaping was taking place.

His muscles became tighter and more elastic, and his body became much lighter, as if a gust of wind could lift him up.

Ivan tried to jump lightly, and he jumped much higher than before. There was no sound when he landed, just like a light cat.

"Have I changed my job from a Griffin School demon hunter to a Cat School demon hunter?" Ivan muttered, sensing his own light body, "Is this what it feels like to be an elf?"

A golden light curtain suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

[Feature: Elf] has been obtained.

After the red gourd purified the holy blood, it actually gave itself the characteristics of an elf?
Ivan quickly lowered his head and checked his reflection in the water.

The outline of the face did not seem to have changed much, and the ears still maintained their original shape, not becoming pointed, and still had the appearance of a human with cat eyes.

However, Ivan has an indescribable elegance and charm.

His standing posture became more and more upright, his back was straight, and his shoulders were relaxed, showing confidence and composure at all times, as if he had merged into one with the surrounding natural environment, coexisting harmoniously.

The originally somewhat casual body movements now became light and smooth, with every move having a perfect rhythm.

It's like being reborn.

(End of this chapter)