God-level Demon Hunter

The single-plank bridge began to shake slightly.

"Did you forget... woo woo... I introduced you to Papa Fletcher and made you an apprentice butcher. You owe me a favor... Please, give me a hand... I don't want to Falling... woo woo..."

"Why did you appear here, slug?" Roy couldn't help asking, but he still didn't stop, getting closer and closer to the opposite bank.

"Wuuu...Little Brandon doesn't know either, I'm innocent... I appeared here as soon as I woke up, and the river below was very hot, making me ache all over...It almost boiled me."

"Hey, buddy!" Another rough voice interrupted the boy's call, "Tanshan greets you, I didn't expect to see you here! Are you dead too?" A thick, short hairy hand He grabbed the reins of the single-plank bridge.

Then the dwarf's signature thick bearded face emerged.

"Come on Laboni!" The dwarf struggled to grab the rein, half of his body was suspended in the air, shaking with the suspension bridge, the muscles on his face were tense, and he forced a bold smile, "Pull me up, let's work together again Rescue this brat, find a place to catch up, exchange archery skills, and let me see your progress."

"The life down here is not easy, fortunately the dwarves have rough skin and thick flesh..."

The dwarf found that the figure in front of him was completely indifferent, without hesitation in his steps, so his voice became panicked,

"Hey! Roy, where are you going? Help old friends, don't leave us!"

"Sorry, my friend Bernie is still alive and well, and he's not good at archery either." Roy waved at him.

"Master, look this way, it's me, Bashir, the son of old Huck, the baker!" A young man with a swollen face and a simple and honest appearance climbed out of the drawbridge, "Your bottle of potion, let me I was gutted and tortured to death, and I'm still rolling in my stomach... Should I make amends, give me a hand? Just this one time, please, I want to see old Huck!"

……

"Sorry, I can't take the time to save you..." The demon hunter gritted his teeth, tightly holding the hourglass that kept passing by in his palm, and walked out of the bridge of memories. Although the painful experience in the past made his heart flutter, he couldn't shake it. His will.

"Dead is dead, fake is fake."

The three familiar voices were immediately swallowed up by the mist and dissipated in the night wind until they were completely inaudible.

"Friend, do you really feel nothing when facing old acquaintances?" O'Dim's joking words fell from the sky, "Or was it completely obliterated by the mutation, without showing any affection?"

"Your name should be prefixed with a heart of stone. At a young age, you are tough but not like a human being..."

"Gaunt O'Dim..." the witcher retorted, "I'll catch you, I swear!"

"This is too exciting to bear? My friend, why don't you give up and admit defeat as soon as possible, and get out of the suffering as soon as possible."

"You're dreaming, just wait and see!"

Chapter 15 Beauty, Wealth, and Treasures

Under the moonlight, the witcher noticed another ghostly shadow appearing in the distance.

She is nearly 1.7 meters tall, with a hunched back, like an old woman with half a foot in a coffin.

It is still dark skin, exuding the smell of mud and rotting corpses, a pair of small wing-like bone protrusions grow on the back, the hair is like a tangle of water plants, and the claws...a pair of claws are more powerful than those of werewolves. It was hideous and terrifying, like a row of sharpened black iron awls.

When she saw the demon hunter, she rushed towards him quietly and quickly just like the ghosts she had encountered before.

"A clone of the Tomb Witch?"

Roy took out Gabriel as she approached and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh-"

Under the cover of the night, the crossbow arrow crossed ten meters without a sound, and hit the bull's-eye. The black shadow monster had no room to react. An arrow pierced through the center of the forehead covered with goose bumps, and its tail feathers quivered slightly.

According to the witcher's thinking, if it was a normal tomb witch, she would scream in pain, pull out her arrow, and reveal her flaws.

But the structure of the black shadow is completely different from that of a living creature. It does not know pain and fatigue, and no blood flows out of the wound. It just pauses indiscernibly, and then, like a frog preying on mosquitoes, it spits out at the crossbowman on the opposite side. A ten-meter tongue.

Quick, accurate, ruthless!

A black lightning flashed across the air, and Roy didn't even have time to move. It was stinky, and a sticky, greasy tongue hit the Lake Maiden's Sword he used as a shield in front of him.

"Pa-ta--" left behind a circle of white smoke and foul-smelling mucus.

The tongue was extremely slender, but the power contained in it was not to be underestimated. A brief touch made the demon hunter's mouth go numb, and the weapon in his hand almost didn't come out.

There is also a strong corrosive venom on the long tongue.

Roy's footsteps were nimble like a weasel, he slid a few steps close to the ground, and his body sank into the boulder on the roadside.

The last time I saw the Catacomb Witch was in Kaye Village in Lower Posada, watching Leto and the Oakes siege the thing.

At that time, the demon hunter was in a huge advantage, set up an ambush, waited for work, and took off the witch's head in less than 2 minutes.

Now that he was fighting one-on-one, he realized how insidious this guy was. He couldn't say how powerful it was, but that elusive tongue was really tricky.

Needless to say, if it hit his body directly, although it couldn't penetrate the armor of the flying lion monster, the highly corrosive poison would still make him suffer a little.

"It's not worth exchanging injuries with a puppet, there are more terrifying monsters behind."

So the witcher shot two arrows at her in succession.

The first arrow, smashed by the tongue.

The second arrow hit the witch's bloated belly, and the witcher's figure flashed, the space trembled, ripples appeared, and flashed behind her in an instant.

"Shh-"

The dark blade swept across the air, and Arondette slashed the back of the witch's neck with one sword!

stuck in the bone.

Blood splattered everywhere!

The furious and howling tomb witch turned around and waved her arms and claws.

And the witcher nimbly got under her armpit, and walked around behind the tomb witch again!Dark Gold's pupils turned scarlet.

Deterrence——

The witch was frozen in place, frozen like a puppet.

The dark red blade was raised high again, from left to right, slashing——

The blood light drew an arc.

The ugly and ferocious head soared into the air, and fell to the ground with a "click".

The bloody mouth on the head was still opening and closing in a "Kazkaz" manner, and a disgusting tongue dangled softly between the black teeth.

The headless corpse turned around twice, and fell to the ground with a "plop"!

"Kill the tomb witch (pseudo), experience value +80..."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief and walked out from behind the bunker.

This tomb witch is already the fourth wave of monsters encountered, the second wave is two water ghosts, and the third wave is a ghoul.

After killing them, the experience pool has been full without knowing it, and the demon hunter Lv6 (3680/3500)

But Roy did not choose to upgrade immediately. The full recovery status that comes with the upgrade must be saved for life-saving.As the monster's challenges become more and more difficult, he may encounter opponents he cannot handle.

Glancing at the hourglass that keeps passing by, there is still half an hour left...

"It sucks! Your performance is terrible! It took half the time to get here." O'Dim's mocking voice was everywhere, "Look at your sluggish reaction just now, cowardly hiding behind a rock Look, I really can't believe you can pass the formal assessment of a demon hunter, did the instructor open a back door?"

Roy sneered indifferently, and continued to chase the moon in the sky, running forward.

After turning a few turns, he passed a small hillside, and the ground was covered with disordered weeds, from which came a magnetic and moving female voice.

"Roy, come here... let me take a good look at you."

The witcher turned his head hesitantly and looked over, and a familiar face was reflected in the dark gold pupils - long red hair hanging down his shoulders, blue eyes full of passion, moist diamond lips as delicate as petals, People can't help but taste her fragrance, this is a woman exuding a mature style.

"Coral?" Roy was lost for a moment.

The sorceress leaned softly on the grass, her pretty face beckoning to him with surprise, the plump curves under the pale yellow lace dress undulated thrillingly with her movements, like a big ship sailing with full sail.

Along her slender waist, the wheat-colored slender thighs overlapped together, and the delicate toes with pink nails were exquisite like works of art, and they hooked playfully.

"Where have you been during this time?" The sorceress stared into the eyes of the witcher and asked with some reproach, "Why didn't you come to me, do you know how much I miss you?"

"Talk! Are you tired of me so quickly? Why don't you change it... Remember the bathtub in the laboratory?" The sorceress' cheeks flushed.

The demon hunter's heart moved, and he immediately lowered his head, avoiding the other party's gaze.

A warm memory flooded out of my mind uncontrollably.

He'll never forget his days in Vizima with Rita Needle, dating through a portal, talking about mutations, and everyday life, playing and playing, simple and happy.

Getting along with the sorceress day and night made the little rookie demon hunter grow up rapidly. He was also confused and shaken, but after shaking, he was not the same as before.I will no longer indulge in gentleness easily, and be at a loss for whom.

As Lei Suo said, who hasn't been presumptuous when he was young, and experienced several unforgettable loves?It is only through experience that one becomes mature.

"Coral, don't we communicate through the binoculars every day? I will find a time to visit you!" The witcher waved goodbye to the sorceress, without taking a trace of cloud, and turned his back gracefully, "But not now, wait I've solved the problem in front of me!"

He quickly left the side of the hill.

But the illusion that confuses people's hearts is not over yet. A string of coquettish laughter like silver bells is formed. Out of the corner of the witcher's eyes, he noticed that many different graceful figures emerged one after another on the hillside, "colorful and colorful" with a myriad of appearances.

Not only humans, but also slender dryads with green skin, night devils with horns, hooves, and cheeks decorated with coquettish tattoos, pale and glamorous high-level vampires, mermaids with melodious voices...

More dazzling than real.

But the attribute of will is not added in vain, the young demon hunter has a straight face, and his steps are amazingly fast!

"Hahaha, I knew you would like this, young man, are you surprised, moved, which one do you like best?" O'Dim admired the gesture of the witcher bowing his head and fleeing, with a joyful tone.

"Master Mirror... have you ever turned a client into a lover?" The demon hunter calmed down his restless mood, and returned the compliment while he was on his way, "How did you know so many races and their appearance? Like you Powerful beings with human emotions too?"

"I accept your compliment, witcher. But I have to remind you that the wind is still howling, the rain is still pouring, and your life is at stake!" Odimu said quietly, "Do you understand? Your time is also at stake!" Running out."

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After the hillside, there is a spacious cave not far to the left.

But different from ordinary caves that are dark at night, this cave continuously radiates golden light, which is more eye-catching than moonlight.

Roy instantly thought of the cave where the giant dragon stored treasures in the legend.

"Go in, move everything, you can get infinite wealth at your fingertips!" A thin voice faintly echoed in his ears.

As the treasurer of the Viper School, Roy usually cares about money.

Money is needed to forge school equipment, food, clothing, housing and transportation, not to mention the more ambitious ideals, revive the Snake School, and buy the coveted grape estate.

There is no doubt that the witcher needs money, and a lot of it.

So he glanced into the cave, and thanks to his extraordinary vision, he clearly saw a few large boxy wooden boxes placed against the wall not far from the entrance of the cave, with the lids fully open and full of jewels. If the water is rippling.

Most of it was money, small and lovely krona, oren, gold, and even older currency that the witcher couldn't identify.

And jewels in huge quantities: sapphires, rubies, obsidian, crystals, onyx, diamonds, topaz... more than enough to drive any sorceress mad.

"Pity……"

The demon hunter swallowed his saliva, forcibly looked away, and left the entrance of the cave.

There was a "huh" sound in the air, and even Master Mirror was surprised by his resolute attitude.

In fact, if the maze built by Master Mirror was exactly the same as Roy remembered, then he was still sure to take the property and escape unscathed.

But whether it is the bridge of memories, the illusion of beauty, or this cave full of wealth, they have all deviated from his memory.

Will the way to solve the puzzle in the end change?

The thought made Roy's heart tremble.

Be cautious, only by being cautious can you live. Maybe the few seconds saved now can determine the final victory or loss, life and death. Roy dare not be greedy.

What's more, the loot package was sealed, and it couldn't fit much.

He has 10 minutes left.

……

The witcher noticed a treasure standing on the far side of the road. The dark blade was inserted obliquely into a pile of dry soil on the steps. When the cold moon shone, the straight blade reflected the hazy moonlight.

The eight-shaped sword grid and the straight and thin hilt are similar in structure to the Snake School silver sword.

According to the teaching of the casting master Berengar, there is no doubt that this is a rare sword. It only takes one minute to run over and pull it out, and you can keep it for yourself. Unfortunately...

Roy took one last look at it, gritted his teeth, and shook the hilt of the sword behind him comfortingly, "There are already Guvithil and Arondette, enough, we can't waste time here!"

He quickened his steps, leaving the sword behind him.

"Oh!" Clear applause rang out, "Dude, are you related to Saint Lebioda? A box full of gold and peerless magic weapons can't stop your footsteps for a second. Are you completely unmoved? "

"I used to think that your chance of winning was only [-]%, but now, the probability has become [-]%."

The demon hunter turned a deaf ear to Gaunt O'Dim's words, and climbed several half-human-high stone stairs, and passed a dead banyan tree with a huge canopy that was taller than a three-story building. At the end of the journey, a quiet The villa appeared in front of my eyes.