God-level Demon Hunter

The iron gate is raised, revealing the bright avenue!

Fryn was dumbfounded, a blush of shame showing on his plain cheeks.

It took only 20 seconds for the other party to unlock the mechanism.

"Am I too stupid, or is Goldeye too clever?"

However, in the past two days, he has been numb by Roy's blow.

"Aside from having children, what else does he know?"

The mechanism was unlocked, but Roy was not in a hurry to pass.

Instead, he separated his hands and feet back and forth, made a weird spell-casting gesture, pointed his finger at the open space, and 50 points of magic power flooded into the rune of "Summon Demon Pet" in his mind.

At the same time, the experience value is reduced by 5 points.

"Boom!"

A blue-purple sphere drilled out from where his finger was, as if it had opened the gate of a certain boundary layer. When the sphere disappeared, a hellhound that was bigger than a gray-haired mouse came and squatted on its hind legs, lazily kicking. Yawning, showing a mouth full of jagged, pale canine teeth.

It seemed to be resting before coming here.

Roy silently read an instruction in his mind.

It stood up abruptly, shook its dark fur, and rushed into the iron gate behind the mechanism in high spirits.

"Wow!" After ten seconds, the Cerberus, who had stepped on the mine and confirmed his safety, called softly, and then Roy called Frien to follow.

In the eyes, there are all dusty porcelain urns and wooden shelves.

"The gloomy environment and architectural style, how come it looks like a large tomb, and these bottles and jars are all like funerary utensils?"

"Why does this roll of cloth have a rotten smell? It can't be a shroud?"

"Um..."

Roy gagged him with gold coins from a porcelain urn.

The two of them immediately started a big sweep with eyes wide open!

……

"Whizzing--"

The bowstring vibrated continuously, and two short silver lights flashed across the air,

The heads of the two vicious rats burst into blood and hit the wall heavily, and there was no movement.

With a low and angry hissing sound from the Cerberus's throat, it bit a vicious rat's neck tightly, allowing it to chirp until it died.

"Shh-"

Jian Guang drew a straight line of blood, and the fourth rat was cut in half by Gu Weixier.

Fryn shook his wrist, staring at the cobweb-like fork in front of him, and the old and dark coffins that can be seen everywhere.

His idea has been verified, and this barren waterfall temple is a mass grave.

Some coffins are embedded in the wall on one side of the corridor, and some are placed vertically against the wall.

And it wasn't empty—a hideous corpse lay there.

I don't know how long they have been dead. The corpses have not yet turned into a pile of broken bones, but still maintain a complete shape, like a mummy that has been weathered for many years, with rotten skin and muscles, and emaciated bones.

They wear sleeveless iron armor like warriors and carry rusty weapons in their arms: two-handed broadswords, battle axes, one-handed swords, axes, shields, and long-range bows and arrows.

The overall shape gives people a sense of calmness and prestige.

"A warrior of the ancient Nords?" Fryn's eyes showed a sudden look, and he approached the coffin with respect in his eyes.

He intends to pay his respects.

Someone grabbed his shoulders from behind.

Roy shook his head and glanced at the summoned creature under his feet.

The Cerberus immediately rushed towards the pile of coffins, but within five meters, it stepped into the restricted area and offended the majesty of the dead.

"Kaz Kaz..." A series of crisp sounds of bones rubbing against each other echoed in the dense corridor.

The pile of rotting bones and rotten flesh held a long sword, twisted its neck, stood up from the coffin it was in, and fully recovered!

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow arrow crossed the corridor in mid-air.

The mummy running towards the two of them seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, and the whole body was knocked back into the vertical coffin, with dust everywhere.

Half of the face shattered by the arrow was bloody and covered with brains like dehydrated vegetables.

However, in its only remaining eye, the ice-blue light still shone, showing extremely tenacious vitality.

The witcher stared at it with deep eyes.

Nord undead

Identity: Ancient Nords, followers of Dragon Cult

Attributes:

Power: 9

Agility: 5

Constitution: 9

Perception: 4

Will: 6

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 5

skill:

trenches.

Ghoul (passive): The soul of this creature is affected by some special magic and is bound in the body.Immune to bleeding, not affected by pain, weakness disappears, breaks the limitation of the body's self-protection, and exerts full strength, but the reaction and movement speed are weaker than before.Strength +1, Constitution +1, Dexterity -1.

War cry, cold resistance, basic swordsmanship Lv8, constellation blessing (warrior constellation).

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"Pfft..."

The Cerberus jumped up suddenly, bit his neck, and opened its mouth to spray orange flames.

The flame jumped from the Nord undead's chest to his head, and the ice blue eyes finally went out.

Da da da, continuous footsteps came.

Fryn bent his back slightly and clenched his long sword tightly. The other undead sprinted in this direction, and the long-handled ax spun in its hand, piercing the air.

And Roy lightly pulled the trigger, smashing its head with an arrow,

Kill the Nord undead, experience value +40.

raised eyebrows.

If the monsters in the temple moved a little slower, it would be too procrastinated to come one by one.

The Cerberus received a certain order, and instantly turned into a black lightning, nimbly slipped through the crotch of the remaining Nord undead, and ran wildly into the deep and dark corridor, accompanied by a burst of "Wow, woof, woof" Loud barking.

In just a few seconds, along the way, the undead lying in dilapidated and ancient coffins shook off the dust on their bodies, tore apart the spider webs, and recovered from death with the weapons of their lives!

They huddled shoulder to shoulder in the tunnel, slowly chasing in the direction of the Cerberus.

Armor and weapons collide!

The bone frame squeaks!

More than twenty armored mummies lined up in a line seven or eight meters long, following behind a black-skinned and red-eyed hellhound.

One end next to the other, like a team of refugees with blue will-o'-the-wisps burning in their pupils!

Moreover, the tunnel is too narrow, barely allowing two Nord undead to pass side by side.

"Pfft!"

The scarred Cerberus was slashed by a sword from behind and dissipated into smoke.

Roy's expression froze, and he gave the tense-looking dragonborn a look, signaling him to guard behind him. Suddenly, five fingers outlined the seal of Colump, and a black spell appeared in the air. Another demon hunter who looked exactly like him came from Jump out of the magic torrent.

"He" took the hand crossbow thrown by the subject, and overturned the arrow towards the emerging Nord undead.

Fryn fell into a daze, his gaze wandering between the two golden eyes.

What happened, why did two brothers suddenly appear?

Is this magic?Clone magic?

And Roy ignored him at all, grabbed the Lake Maiden sword from the void with his right hand, golden light gushed out from his body, and a kaleidoscopic halo of Arden appeared under his feet, jumping suddenly to the only way for Nord's undead to pass , at the head of the tunnel.

"Here—" A purple electric snake drilled out of his palm, burning past the leader mummy holding a warhammer.

The power of Alder Tremor is obviously higher than that of the other world. Electric arcs flow between their crude iron armor and rusty weapons, infecting one by one like a plague.

The first five Nord undead twitched their limbs and stopped two meters in front of the demon hunter!

"Huh——" the sword of the lake girl took the opportunity to slash across the chest in a swift and incomparable speed!

The six semicircular star-shaped runes on the blade went out.

A bloody sword aura that traversed the entire tunnel flew out of the blade.

"Shh-"

Cut through armor, weapons, bony bodies.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, it flew seven or eight meters unimpeded in the crowded tunnel.

"Crash!"

A vigorous rain of flesh and blood fell, and more than twenty Nord undead were cut in half, and their chests and abdomens were separated.

The dry internal organs slipped from the huge wound, they fell face to face, and more than 20 pairs of ice-blue eyes fell into darkness.

The crowded and noisy corridor was empty!

击杀诺德亡灵40*20，猎魔人Lv12（1900/12500）

"Puff...breath..." Roy shook off the sticky blood on the sword. The sword was so lethal that Arondette was full of vitality again, and the six runes were shining brightly.

"Narrow terrain, slow Nord undead, this place is my paradise!"

"Bang!" Roy turned his wrist and knocked an arrow away, leaning over and stabbing at the remaining two ends.

Meanwhile, Fryn wielded Guvithir and the phantom holding the crossbow together to deal with the three-headed undead encircling from behind.

……

5 minutes later,

After the demon hunter and the dragonborn finished cleaning the battlefield, they found [-] gold coins, which were still divided equally.

And Roy stripped off all the weapons on the more than 20 undead and put them in the spoils package, and he will deal with them when he returns to Snowman City.

Although most of these weapons are rusty, they can still be worth a lot of money if they are treated a little or resmelted.

In addition, the space package of six cubic meters is more than enough to store hundreds of weapons.

……

Afterwards, the exploration of the two became much easier and more regular. Roy kept calling the Cerberus, using its speed and keen sense of smell to act as a pathfinder and a detection mechanism.

Roy, who has the ability to flash, can always disarm traps with ease, all the way unimpeded.

Every time the Cerberus runs out of duration, he will be summoned again.

The experience consumption of 5 points each time is insignificant compared to the gain.

And whenever the consumption of mana exceeds a quarter, Roy meditates on the spot for half an hour to recover from the loss, while the dragonborn stands guard.

The runes of summoning become more and more solid with continuous use.

……