Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Go, let's go!"

Roger shouted, staring at the wolf without turning his head.

"What do you do when we leave?"

It was Amanda's voice, the rapid breathing hidden in the trembling, that she must be terrified.

But even so, she did not forget Roger.

"You go first, I'll find a way myself!"

In the current situation, if Roger escapes, at least one or two of the five people who came together will die. If they are unlucky, they will encounter other beasts...

At this moment, there was a faint wolf howling in the distance, and Roger's face changed completely, "Don't worry about me, Simpson is injured, no one delays time, everyone can't leave!"

"You have to hold on, I will let my mother send someone to rescue you!"

There was a faint cry in Amanda's voice, no guns or knives, bare hands and a stick to face a mad beast.

This is an act of courting death no matter how you look at it.

"Go quickly!"

The beast on the opposite side couldn't hold back, and Roger simply no longer hesitated. He strode forward and launched an attack on his own initiative!

"Damn, I've killed two murlocs, and I'm still afraid of just one beast?"

When playing the game, Roger felt that he had nothing to do with killing wolves and skinning them. It was the flavoring agent of Geralt's demon hunting career, but when he faced a beast in reality, he knew how dangerous it was.

With a little carelessness, as long as he is negligent, he may be bitten off his throat!

Roger, who was advancing, didn't even notice that his muscles were tense, his mental energy was highly concentrated, and his walking was full of a strange coordination.

Under the frenzied improvement of focused potion, his physique and the basic fighting skills he practiced before finally united harmoniously.

Although what he practiced before was only simple close combat, but the weapon is an extension of his body. Although he can't do it freely now, he can at least ensure his precision and a little control when attacking.

This is invaluable.

Because in the panic, many people can't even control their bodies.

Seeing Roger approaching, the wild wolf's limbs grabbed the ground, and then swooped up!

"call……"

Roger let out a long sigh. He didn't dare to give the opponent a chance to get close. He squeezed out the strength from his body, stretched out the stick in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely against the pounced wolf!

laugh!

He didn't choose to sweep this time, because once the distance judgment was wrong, when his attack landed on the beast on the opposite side, it was very likely that he was not in the maximum hitting radius.

Once this happens, Roger, who has exhausted his strength, will most likely be knocked down.

With no protective gear on his body, he will be severely injured in just one second. If he is unlucky, his neck will be exposed when he falls to the ground.

Then Roger estimated that there was no possibility of standing up again.

Facts have proved that Roger's choice this time is extremely correct. The wolf is indeed fierce, but it can't do any evasion when it is also in the air.

Roger mustered his strength, and the wooden stick in his hand collided with the beast on the opposite side!

puff!

A faint muffled sound came, and Roger felt the touch of the tip of the stick. Roger knew that he had stabbed the opponent's soft abdomen this time. The tip of the stick was a little sharp, and it was very likely that it had pierced into the beast's body.

The two figures disappeared.

By the faint light, Roger looked down, and the front of the stick was bright red.

"It hurts!"

Roger was overjoyed.

But just when he was about to pursue the victory, the corner of his eye swept across, and a few dark shadows suddenly appeared in the trees on the right.

"I%\u0026@!"

Roger couldn't help but curse.

"All the wild beasts in the mountains gathered together?"

Although the beast in front was injured,

But he would never be able to solve the other party for a while, and there were a few others on the side rushing over, once surrounded...

Thinking of that scene, Roger's scalp exploded, and he didn't care about other things. He picked up the stick, chose a direction without wild animals, and ran out.

The wild wolf who had just fought with him was injured in his right leg, and Roger poked a hole in his abdomen. Although it was not fatal, its mobility was greatly affected.

It raised up to the sky and let out a howl, followed Roger's direction and chased after it. After hearing its howl, several animals in the distance pricked up their ears and quickly followed!

The surroundings were dark, and the trees were the same no matter which direction they looked from. He couldn't tell the difference when he heard the wolf howling in the distance. He chose a random direction and rushed over.

"Damn, I won't be a good person next time, love whoever!"

Roger reluctantly spit out a groove. Having said that, he really might not be able to make him watch other people being killed by wild wolves.

In the woods, Roger knew that he could never outrun a few beasts, so after rushing forward for a certain distance, he aimed at a tree and climbed up quickly.

It didn't take long for a few beasts to come under the tree, they whistled lowly around the tree, their front claws scratched wildly on the tree, and one of them even climbed the tree trunk and ran forward for a distance, but it was very difficult. Falling down again.

Seeing this scene, Roger was determined.

He took a wooden stick and tapped on the tree trunk. After a while, he saw that Roger couldn't help him. Several beasts scattered away. As for the one that Roger injured before, he never saw it again.

At this time, it was completely dark, and Roger hung on the tree alone, waiting for a long time in the evening wind.

"Amanda and the others should have escaped. If you count the time, the rescuers should be here soon."

After a while, there was no movement in the surroundings. Roger looked around and slipped down from the tree quietly. He didn't intend to wait any longer.

Walking forward a distance in the dark, Roger sighed helplessly, he knew he was lost.

"I clearly remember that this is the direction..."

Faced with this situation, the best way is to stop where you are, and maybe you can use the sun to determine the direction after dawn, and then get out of here.

But at this moment, a cold wind blew, and Roger felt a faint warmth coming from his chest.

"Is it an illusion?"

He was stunned for a moment, and surrounded the position he was standing just now. After several tests back and forth, he finally settled on a direction.

After several experiments, Roger can be regarded as a glimpse of some of the wonders of this pendant. In the face of some mysteries, it can always give back some signs.

He walked very slowly in the dark, looking around carefully, guarding against possible beasts.

After walking for a while, the trees in front of him gradually became sparse. He climbed over a mountain, and behind the dense forest, a looming wooden house appeared in front of him.

"House in the woods?"

Feeling the feedback from the pendant, Roger was overjoyed. He walked forward quickly. If he guessed correctly, there might be some mysterious objects in the wooden house.

Or it is a special scene that can be transferred.

As he walked down the hillside, the temperature suddenly dropped, and by the moonlight in the sky, he looked around, and the ease on his face froze slightly.

In the open space in front of the wooden house, there are a large number of tombstones scattered!