God-level Demon Hunter

In fact, Roy is not interested in controlling anyone's life and death, he prefers the cooperative relationship with Golfing.

Aville

Age: 35

Identity: Rogue

Life: 80

Attributes:

Power: 6

Agility: 8

Constitution: 8

Perception: 8

Will: 6

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

skill:

War cry, cold resistance, basic swordsmanship Lv5, basic bow and arrow Lv4, constellation blessing (thief blessing), riding Lv5.

Stealth Lv4: An ability to cover one's own movements and avoid sight, cultivated to the highest depth, completely integrated with the surrounding environment, even if standing in front of the enemy, the opponent cannot find you.

Lockpicking Lv4: For those with ingenuity and dexterity, most delicate locks can be unlocked with a single lockpicking tool.

……

"You made a wise decision. We are here looking for a dragonstone. Do you know where it is?"

"According to me, it is hidden behind the dragon's claw door in the story hall together with the power left by the ancient Nords..." Aville took a torch and burned the spider web in front of him, bent over, and glanced into another A narrow dark room.

"What power?" Fryn stepped forward and followed behind him,

Awell asked telepathically, and only after getting permission did he explain, "The legendary Nord heroes used the power to defeat the dragon."

"What? Defeating the dragon," Fryen shook his head quickly, with a look of disbelief, "You can't be talking nonsense, are you? Have you ever seen a dragon? It's as big as a hill, and its skin is harder than basalt. It's almost invulnerable. Spit out flames and burn people to ashes, and call down meteor showers to destroy a town."

"Let me tell you, we only saw this scene in Holy Land Town not long ago."

"How can a small human being be the opponent of that terrifying existence? This is just a fabricated legend!"

However, there is an ancient voice in the dark urging this dragonborn, this power really exists, get it, get it.

It seemed that this power originally belonged to him.

And Roy rubbed the blade of the sword casually with his nails, and the magic power poured into the "Summon Demon Pet" rune.

The Cerberus jumped out of the spherical door, stuck out its tongue and rushed to the front to lead the way.

"The legends are not groundless. I always believe in this. After we open the Dragon Claw Gate, we will know the result!" Awell said confidently, "And I happen to already have the key to that door."

Awell took out a palm-sized handicraft from his pocket, a three-fingered dragon claw made of gold.

Fryn's eyelids twitched, and the other party respectfully handed the Dragon Claw to Brother Golden Eye.

"The charm of golden eyes has reached the point where men and women can take it all? Why don't you give it to me?"

Roy rubbed the golden dragon claw, turned it over, and suddenly found that there were three animal patterns carved on the bottom of the handicraft from top to bottom—bear, moth, and owl.

He thought of the lever mechanism he encountered when he first entered the temple. Could it be another hint for decryption?

"Where did you find the dragon claw?"

"I don't hide the two saviors. I stole them from Lu Kan, the owner of the business firm in Ximu Town. Those who are in our line of work are sometimes unavoidable."

……

The next journey, because of the joining of a powerful force, became smoother.

The Nord undead are amazingly powerful and not afraid of pain, especially the guy who wields a two-handed weapon. A charged blow can even make the demon hunter's mouth go numb, and he has perfectly inherited the superb martial arts in his lifetime.

If Roy only uses swordsmanship to fight in close quarters, the three-headed undead are enough to make him flustered.

However, they are too slow.

Three wretched "Nords" and two summoned objects cooperated with each other, almost perfectly restraining the group of undead - the phantom shot the undead archer in the distance with a hand crossbow, and Roy guarded the narrow passage and dealt with the raging undead with a bloody slash In the large army, Awell and the dragonborn covered each other to deal with the remaining troops in the rear. This thief's sword skills were especially superior to the two.

With a wave of his hand, there was a shadow of sword light and sword, and his figure was slick, as if dancing on the tip of the knife, often passing dangerously between the blade of the ax and the edge of the hammer.

A steel sword whizzes and moves to attack the neck and eye sockets of the undead, fierce and sharp.

And Fryn picked up another Nord shield, a sharp and uncast Guvihil in one hand, and a shield in the other hand. He defended and counterattacked wretchedly, and basically didn't suffer any injuries.

two hours later.

Three people and one dog left dozens of corpses, and finally came to the closed dark golden gate with a little bit of skin injury.

It is like a precise and tightly-fitting machine, its surface is covered with twisted vine-like quaint patterns, and three small holes are exposed in the center of the door, which coincide with the three claws of the golden dragon claw.

The dragon claw is the key.

But having keys is not enough.

There are three huge stone wheels on the door from the inside to the outside. Each circle depicts an animal at a certain angle. You need to turn all three circles to get the correct animal pattern, and then you can use the key to open it.

"So, we have to turn the stone wheel according to the pattern on the bottom of the dragon's claw?" Fryn asked suspiciously, "Since the answer to the rotation of the stone wheel is drawn on the bottom of the dragon's claw, what is the difference between this and opening the door directly with the dragon's claw?"

"What is the purpose of the builders spending so much time arranging these three circles of stone wheel mechanism? Is it good-looking? It's not unnecessary."

"It makes sense." Aville's slightly high-pitched voice rang out, "Don't you think the lever switch for entering the door is also surprisingly simple, except for the imbecile, normal people can spot the clue at a glance."

"Cough, cough..." Fryen blushed a bit, and retorted, "No way? The mechanism at the door is obviously much more difficult than this!"

"These three turns of the stone wheel do not mean that there is another lock." At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in Roy's mind, and Awel Translator followed suit to say his words. "It's just to make sure that the person who goes in is still alive. Only a living person with a normal IQ can crack this pediatric mechanism."

"And the dead, the Nord undead, you should be aware of it along the way."

"What's the difference between them and a fool?"

……

"So the stone wheel on this door is to prevent the Nord undead from entering and taking away the treasure? Well, no matter what the reason is." Avel's heart moved, "You two, are you ready for a surprise?"

"Im... Imam..."

After shaking off the dust, the stone door opened downwards.

At the end of the dark and spacious hall, the three of them saw a circle of erected arched stone walls from a distance, covered with paw prints and lightning-like ancient characters, and a dark coffin was placed in front of the stone wall.

Roy pressed the shoulder of the dragonborn who couldn't wait to move forward, outlined the seal of Colump with five fingers on his left hand, summoned the illusion of the demon hunter, let the illusion walk over with a crossbow in one hand and a dragon dream in the other, while the hellhound followed closely behind him.

Ten seconds later.

"Bang!"

The phantom opened the dark coffin board according to the instructions, and a Nord undead was lying in peace inside.

A one-handed battle ax and shield surrounded by magic lights are placed on the chest.

It sensed an abnormal movement, and suddenly opened a pair of ice-blue eyes under the dark domed helmet.

"Roar……"

It growled like an enraged beast, propped its hands on both sides of the coffin, and sat up its withered body like a mummy.

However, it was too late to climb out of the coffin!

"Crack!"

The dragon's dream is shattered!

The white alchemy gas instantly enveloped its body, and the phantom drew back quickly.

"puff……"

The Cerberus not far away blew flames at it.

"Boom!"

The flames shot up into the sky, shaking the entire hall, and the stalactites on the ceiling kept falling.

The continuous cloud of orange-yellow small mushrooms flickered.

"Whizzing--"

The bowstring vibrated, and the phantom shot two consecutive arrows into the mist.

Two balls of blood burst.

The huge thrust caused the undead's shoulders to shake, and he retreated two steps in a row.

It roared angrily, stood its shield in front of its body, stepped out of the flames, and the crimson light made it look like a skeleton demon.

"Wow—"

It shatters illusions with one blow of the axe.

Roy, who was hiding at the other end of the hall, sketched with five fingers, summoned an illusion again, let it approach and shoot with a crossbow.

"boom!"

"Zi-"

A round and scorching fireball streaked across the air.

A bluish-purple arc plowed through the ground.

The demon hunter threw two spells in succession with both hands, blasting it to the side, and the arc of electricity swept through the dark armor, making it paralyzed and trembling for a second.

Cerberus and Phantom backed away, joining Roy.

Surrounding the undead, the three of them appeared to be cornered, and launched another long-range attack with indiscriminate bombardment.

Lightning, flames, and arrows, Frian was dazzled and dumbfounded.

This undead called the overlord has more than two levels of strength, nearly three levels of physique, and a full-level one-handed axe. However, its speed is still its shortcoming. If it can't get close to the opponent, everything is useless.

Just 15 seconds later, it stood upright in the flames like a flash of light, its ice blue pupils were rounded, its shield and long sword moved to both sides, it took a deep breath, and roared forward!

At this moment, Roy faintly heard a strange sound, as if the air was burning.

"Voss!"

All five of his senses are hallucinating.

Its roar was so powerful that it shattered boulders and tore the sky.

The ground under his feet trembled, and a majestic force gushed out from the center of the earth, turning into an indestructible air current, overturning obstacles and destroying everything.

A strong and irresistible air current hit the phantom head-on, and the latter rose into the air, and was torn into pieces by the surging force in mid-air.

"Whizzing--"

The bowstring vibrates.

After regaining his senses, Roy called back the hand crossbow and shot two arrows at the target in a row.

The undead who were on fire finally sat on the ground exhausted and exhausted.

Kill the Nord Undead Overlord, EXP +200, Demon Hunter Lv12 (5400/12500)

Even in death, it clings to its ax and shield.

……

"The crisis is over..." Awell glanced at the demon hunter in awe, "Let's go, buddy, it's time to harvest!"

"Wait, two, did you hear that guy's roar just now?" Frian walked towards the stone wall, a strange flush appeared on his face, and the blood in his chest seemed uncontrollable, "What a powerful force... I remember The dragon in Holy Land Town also uttered the same syllable!"

……

The three of them found the dragon stone, the target of the trip, near the coffin, a palm-shaped stone with a detailed map carved on it.

There are more than 100 gold coins, the second small soul stone.

And a one-handed ax with a long handle covered in rough leather and a curvature that is easy to hold in the palm—

Grunod Sharpened Cold Waraxe

Type: one-handed ax