Demon Hunter and His Hut

Wake up.

Vitality returned to his body again, and Roger got up from the bed. Judging from experience, the time should be around 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

With an empty stomach, he stewed a large pot of food and swallowed it whole.

There was still some time before it got dark. Roger didn't want to delay. He picked up the iron axe and drilled into the woods. He needed to find more herbs. Only by creating a sufficient number of concentration potions could he improve his body at the fastest speed. Quality.

And that set of basic fighting skills.

It was obviously used to help Roger control his own muscles, and it didn't have much practical effect. It should be used to lay the foundation for subsequent practice.

The witcher in the game is a master of weapons. In addition to steel swords and silver swords, he is also proficient in a variety of weapons, but now Roger holds the iron axe in his hand, but he can only do some simple slashing.

This time, Roger's luck was surprisingly good. He found several key herbs in the woods after the rainstorm. Together with the parts he picked before, it was enough for him to create a concentration potion.

Looking at the setting sun, Roger seized the time to brew a potion. Before he could take it, he hesitated, then packed the potion and got up to go to the lighthouse.

Kant stood beside the iron gate in front of the lighthouse. He looked a little anxious. It was not until he saw Roger's figure that he let out a hearty laugh, and then took the initiative to greet him.

"It's getting dark, come in."

"The storm could come at any time, and it would be dangerous to stay in the previous wooden house."

Kant let Roger in, he followed closely behind Roger, and then locked the iron door.

"Come up and eat something. I boiled a little porridge with some meat in it."

"I'm afraid it will be very long tonight."

Kant walked upstairs as he spoke.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Kant, but I'm not hungry at all, I just want to rest now."

Roger refused.

Kant didn't speak, he stared at Roger a few times, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, then I'll go up alone."

The whole lighthouse has become quiet, and after staying in a narrow space for a long time, some problems will appear in people's hearts.

Roger could not have imagined how Kant could have lived in such an environment for two years.

After a long time, it rained heavily outside, and it was midnight.

Kant's figure leaned down from upstairs, "The storm is coming, and those monsters are coming soon, you have a good rest below!"

After he finished speaking, he ran up.

Click!

Roger heard Kant closing the wooden door on the second floor leading to the upper level of the lighthouse.

Rumbling, thunder rolled outside the lighthouse, and after waiting for a while, Roger quietly climbed to the second floor.

He put his ear to the door panel and listened carefully for a while. In the thunder, he could vaguely hear Kant's murmur.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from downstairs, and it seemed that something was madly ramming the iron gate of the lighthouse.

tom! tom tom!

The sound was so loud that Roger didn't even feel like what was crashing outside was not a creature at all.

Just then a gunshot rang out.

Kant also started shooting.

Roger rushed downstairs at the fastest speed. In the flickering light, he could clearly see the iron door trembling, and some weak points had been deformed.

"What the hell is this?!"

Roger's face changed wildly.

The murlocs who attacked his hut last night had absolutely no such terrifying power. Do they still know how to use tools?

Roger realized that the lighthouse might not be as safe as he thought, so he quickly rushed to the corner, carried the debris accumulated by Kant during the day behind the door, and then dragged the wooden bed over and pushed it up.

At this moment, the trembling of the iron door became more and more violent. Roger picked up the iron axe and ran to the second floor again, kicking the wooden door frantically.

"Open the door!"

"Something below is hitting the iron gate of the lighthouse. That thing is very powerful. I'm afraid that gate can't stop him!"

In such a narrow environment, once the iron gate under the lighthouse was breached, as long as three or two murlocs poured in, Roger would be killed in an instant.

Although his current physical fitness is stronger than ordinary people, and he has the record of last night, Roger is very sober and knows the limit of his actual combat effectiveness.

Bang bang bang!

"Hurry up and open the door!"

Only the sound of Kant's gun could be heard from above, but there was no response. Hearing the sound of the crash downstairs getting louder and louder, Roger's heart was agitated for a while, and he swung his axe towards the wooden door in front of him.

click!

The blade of the axe was stuck in the wooden board, and Roger increased his strength and chopped again.

tom tom tom!

The sound of the crash became more and more intense, sweat dripped from his forehead, and the wooden door inside the lighthouse had obviously been specially modified by Kant, and it really couldn't be split open after a while.

Crunch!

Just then, there was a harsh metal tearing sound from downstairs.

Roger's scalp exploded. He leaned down and looked down. In the darkness, a ferocious figure knocked the iron door open, and was tearing at it desperately with sharp claws!

"Fuck!"

Roger's face changed greatly with fright. It would take a while to split the wooden door, but the monster below could get in at any time. He rushed downstairs as fast as he could, raised his axe and chopped it.

when!

Although Roger's full-strength axe hit the monster's shoulder, it made a sound of gold and iron fighting, and the monster screamed and quickly withdrew its arm.

There was blood dripping from the arm, but it was actually just a flesh wound.

"This guy's defense is so high!"

There was lightning and thunder, and with the help of the flashing electric light outside the lighthouse, Roger could see the monster's figure clearly.

That thing looks taller than ordinary murlocs, with a dark blue body and a slender body. From the outside, it is very close to ordinary humans.

"Cuck!"

The monster made a strange cry, and then, several small murlocs rushed up.

There was a hole in the iron gate. As long as the hole was enlarged a little more, the smaller murlocs could barely squeeze in.

As for the tear at the gap in the iron gate, these murlocs didn't care at all, the scales on their bodies were strong enough to resist minor scratches.

Roger raised his axe and slashed at the murlocs near the gap, but as time went on, although he wounded several, the gap in the iron gate gradually widened.

The door bolt fixed to the wall also trembled wildly, and it won't be long before the door is torn apart!

Continue to stay here, but you can only live a little longer.

"No, you have to go up!"

While waving the axe in his hand, he shouted loudly, "Kant, open the door for me!"

"The iron gate below won't last long. When they break through here, you won't be able to escape!"

Roger's voice came from far away. At this moment, the gunfire on the top floor paused for a while, and it didn't take long before Kant's voice came from upstairs.

"Come up quickly!"

Roger looked up and saw Kant's gloomy face. He was overjoyed. He swung a few axes in a row to stop the murloc at the door, and then rushed upstairs at the fastest speed.

At this time, the tearing sound at the iron gate gradually became louder, and a murloc struggled to get into the lighthouse.

As soon as Roger climbed to the second floor, he saw Kant carrying an oil lamp and smashed it on the pile of debris at the door!

In an instant, orange flames shot up into the sky!